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Chapter 13

The four of them took off, running through the trees. Her heart was pounding as she felt her muscles flex beneath her.

Hemera! She cried out in her mind. Hemera, stay away! Don't come back to us!

She could feel her roar within her mind. I can take them child. I'll be there soon.

No! Hemera, please. Stay away! She cried once more. She heard a shout somewhere from her right, and knew that Ron had fallen. Charlie shouted next.

Harry stopped, knowing that it was too late. Without thinking, Hermione pointed her wand at his face. Taking a deep breath, she muttered a spell, causing a bang and a white light. Harry doubled over in agony, clutching at his face. She watched in triumph as his face began to swell.

Footsteps surrounded them, and they knew they were caught.

Hemera, stay away. Whatever you do, don't find us until I ask. Hermione commanded, her voice full of finality.

Fine. Have it your way. But when I get my claws on you, she growled.

Hermione knew she did the right thing. It was important for Hemera to stay a secret. She was their secret weapon. She needed to stay hidden. Hermione let out a yelp as someone grabbed her roughly, pinning her arms behind her.

"Let her go!" Ron shouted, struggling against his captor. Hermione grimaced as she heard the sound of knuckles hitting flesh. Ron grunted in pain and Hermione gasped out, "No! Leave him alone!"

Hermione cowed in terror as the leader of the group stepped forward. "You're boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list."

Fenrir Greyback. She shuddered as she recalled the horror stories she had heard about this monster. He was the one who turned Lupin when he was just a boy. How many other lives has he ruined?

He took a step towards her, grinning wildly. "Delicious girl... What a treat." He ran his hand down her cheek, causing her to shudder against his touch. "I do enjoy the softness of skin."

She glanced at Charlie and saw he was staring at her with a pained expression.

"Now let's see what we got," Greyback said. He approached Harry and made a face of disgust. "I'll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you ugly?" He laughed, and the other men laughed with him.

Hermione frowned as Harry remained silent. She cringed as Greyback swung his fist into Harry's diaphragm, causing him to double over in pain.

"Let me repeat the question," Greyback snarled. "What happened to you?"

"Been strung," Harry muttered.

"And your name?" He snarled impatiently.

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley," he answered without a pause.

"Check the list Scabior," he commanded. He then moved towards Ron and Charlie. "Well, two gingers. Aren't we lucky today boys? What's your names?"

Ron gulped. "Stan Shunpike."

The man called Scabior laughed. "Good one gingy. We know Stan Shunpike, he's put a bit of work our way."

Hermione closed her eyes as Ron took another blow. "Bardy," he mumbled, his mouth full of blood. "Bardy Weadley."

Greyback chuckled. "A Weasley, eh? Blood traitor is just as bad as Mudblood in my book. And you, are you also Weasley scum?"

Charlie nodded. "Fabian Weasley."

Greyback nodded. "And now, you're pretty little friend." She sauntered towards Hermione.

"Easy Greyback," Scabior said over the jeering of the others.

He chuckled, sending chills down her spine. "Oh I'm not going to bite her, yet. Who are you girly?"

"Penelope Clearwater," she tried to say as confidently as she could.

"Your blood status?"

"Half-blood."

Scabior began to flip through his list.

Greyback cracked his neck. "So which one of you thought he was brave enough to use the Dark Lord's name?"

Silence.

"None of ya? What a shame. We'll, if you're all so brave, why don't we go see Him now?"

"It was an accident!" Ron shouted, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"An accident? No one does that on accident. The Order of Phoenix mean anything to any of you?"

Shaking of the heads. Greyback growled. "Someone go back and search their tent." The four of them were shoved to the ground.

"Anyone have a wand?" Harry whispered.

"No," they all replied sadly.

"Harry?" A new voice asked.

Hermione turned, not believing her eyes. "Dean! What on earth are you doing here?!"

He shook his head. "If they found out who they've got... They're Snatchers, they're looking for truants to sell for gold... Don't let them figure you out!"

Hermione shivered from the cold, and noticed a small creature on the other side of Dead. "It's a goblin," Charlie whispered in her ear.

"Not a bad haul for tonight!" Greyback said proudly. "A Mudblood, a runaway goblin, and three truants. Have you checked their names Scabior?"

"Yeah, there's no Vernon Dudley here sir."

"Interesting." He moved towards Harry. "And do you know why that would be?"

Harry gulped, and shook his head.

"What was your house at Hogwarts?" He asked harshly.

"Slytherin."

Scabior laughed. "They all think that's what we want to hear, but none of 'em can actually prove it. Where's the common room ugly?"

"The dungeons. You enter through the wall. Its full of skulls and stuff and it's under the lake, so the light's all green." Harry said clealry.

"Well, well, well. We do have a little Slytherin. Whose your father?" Greyback snapped again.

"He works at the Ministry, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

"You know Greyback, there is a Dudley in there." Scabior said after a moment.

"Let's go to the Ministry then. They'll know what to do with this lot." Hermione felt herself get grabbed once more.

"Wait!" A voice shouted. Another Snatcher came running over, the Prophet in his hands and Harry's glasses, along with the sword.

No, no, no. We're screwed. Her heart sank into her stomach.

Greyback was staring at the sword. "This is nice, very nice."

"But this is nicer," the Snatcher said. He showed Greyback the Prophet.

Greyback chuckled. "Hermione Granger, the Mudblood who is known to be traveling with Harry Potter."

The only sound was the crunching of leaves beneath Greyback's boots as he approached Hermione. He touched her once more, his hand gripping her chin. He smiled wickedly. "You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you."

"No! It's not me!" She cried, but her voice cracked, giving her away.

"Known to be traveling with Harry Potter," he repeated, his eyes traveling over the others. He grinned, moving towards Harry. "Now this changes things, doesn't it." He looked at Harry, and noticed the faint scar. "Now what's this Vernon?" His breath washed over Harry, causing him to cringe.

Hermione prayed to God that things wouldn't play out the way they were.

"It's him," Scabior said. "Look, those must be his glasses."

"It is!" rasped Greyback. "We've caught Harry Potter!"

"Shall we bring them to the Ministry?" One of the Snatchers suggesed.

"To hell with the Ministry," he growled. "They'll take the credit. No, we take 'em straight to You-Know-Who."

"Will you summon him 'ere?" Scabior asked, filled with awe and terror all at once.

"No, I don't have-" Greyback growled. "We'll take them to Malfoy Manor."