She was shaken, literally shaken, from her reverie by two enormous hands grasping around her shoulders.

"What the-"

"Wake up, damn it!" She was horrified to find herself staring into the whiskered face of Fenrir Greyback. He growled at her. She snatched up the covers and tucked them around her neck.

"What was that for?"

He did not answer her and merely growled again before turning and roaring,

"Scabior!"

There was an answering bellow of "What?" followed by the sound of boots tramping up the pub's stairs.

"What the 'ell are you shouting for?" Scabior appeared in the doorway, tying his ribbon in his hair.

"The girl's still in bed! We're out of here in ten minutes an' you've not bothered to wake her up! Get her on her feet!" he pointed accusingly at her.

"Greyback, would you relax? I was just goin' to wake her up. She knows she needs to work for our respect an' she don't need you jumpin' down 'er throat, alrigh'?" Scabior reclined against the doorframe.

Reluctantly Greyback relented and, with a contemptuous look and a growl in Fionne's direction, he stalked from the room.

"Sorry 'bout that, love. Greyback ain't a morning person," he paused before saying, "you don't have to hide from me, love," indicating the covers which she was clutching tightly to her chest.

She let them fall slightly to reveal the vest top she wore under her robes.

"He said we had to leave in ten minutes?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "We're off to the Forest of Dean to start your trainin',"

"Why the Forest of Dean?"

"You sometimes find the odd truant hidin' out there. A bit of hands on experience for you,"

It suddenly hit her what she was about to be trained to do: to capture innocents and trade them to a corrupt government for the sake of a few gold coins. And yet she had no choice.

"You alright, love?" Scabior asked her, sitting down beside her, "You went a bit vacant there. Damn! Love, could you tie me hair up? I can't see what I'm doin',"

He handed her the red ribbon and turned his back to her expectantly. Before she totally knew what she was doing she was combing his hair through with her fingers and into a loose ponytail which she tied with the ribbon. She didn't know why but she was savouring the feeling of his hair through her fingers: despite it's tangled nature it was soft and clean and it smelt nice. He was a complete contrast to that hideous Greyback.

She quickly came back to her senses when he turned round and, flashing her a crooked smile, pulled her out of the bed.

"Thanks for that, love. You got soft hands. Come on, get dressed an we'll be off,"

He left her in stunned silence to dress. Without thinking she felt her hands.

The snatchers emerged from the pub at around 10 o'clock. The residents of Hogsmeade gave them at least a three metre berth and did not make eye contact when they passed. The walked as a group down the cobbled street until they came to the field in which stood the Shrieking Shack. Plastered to a wall of a nearby building was a fresh poster. Fionne moved to read it. It read:

Undesirables Lorna and Thomas Goldings. Wanted for questioning. Known to be hiding in the Derbyshire area. Reward: 300 galleons. Their daughter Fionne is also wanted. Reward: 200 galleons.

Fionne was in shock. She said nothing. She felt only terror and confusion. Her parents were both pure-blooded. What could the Ministry possibly want with them? Then the penny dropped. Yaxley.

"Alright, love?" Scabior walked over to her and read the poster over her shoulder. There was silence for a moment before he said, "Oh love, I'm so sorry,"

"Yaxley, Scabior. It's Yaxley who's done this," A tear tracked down her cheek as she stared forlornly at the poster.

"You think this is because you hit him?" Scabior wiped the tear with his thumb.

"What else could this be for?" she choked out, "This is revenge! I have to find my parents!"

"Love, you can't just go charging around the countryside when there's a price on your 'ead! Look, we'll sort this out but in the meantime we need a plan. If your goin' to be a snatcher you'll have to go into the ministry but that don't seem to be possible anymore. We need a plan. Listen, love! We'll sort this out but you need to get your trainin' in."

At first Fionne was stung that he valued her worth as a snatcher over the well-being of her parents but then a thought struck her. If she trained hard and learned to duel she could easily find Yaxley and she could defeat him.

She turned to Scabior and said,

"I'm ready. Come on, I've got some training to do,"

"That's the spirit, love," Scabior put an arm around her, grasped her shoulder and they were engulfed by that sickening, gut wrenching feeling that came with Apparation.