Title: Remember Me.
Chapter I: The Hunter & the Hunted, Part I
Rated: M for future chapters including; sex, some cussing, and some violence.
Disclaimer; I unfortunately own nothing from the HP universe. I don't own Scabior, which is even more unfortunate.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for updating later, I know I said I wouldn't. I have had a very rough last two weeks and just last week I lost someone very dear to me. As odd as it sounds, I had to put my pup to sleep and she was very, very dear to me. I've had her all my life. So please excuse this chapter's lateness. Please also excuse any mistakes, I wasn't much in the editing mood when I did this.
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Scabior yanked her in closer to him and smelt her. It was her, it was definitely her. She shook her hair from her face, revealing oddly coloured eyes, fierce and piercing. They were dull grey orbs, but there was a slight patch of deep brown in the top her right eye. A certain undefinable sparkle in their depths.
She was a little younger than he had imagined, but still.
He smirked, leaning in towards her, his hands gripping either side of her shoulders. Her mouth twitched slightly and she turned her head, her hair flicking over her right shoulder. He brought his hand up to her face slowly, moving a stray hair out of her eyes and tangling his hand slightly in her hair, taking in her scent.
"Get off me!"
She pushed against him, fighting to escape his clutch. She tried again to overpower him, as if she believed she could. He snorted and yanked her back, looking over her with a look of mocking glance.
Having enough of her struggling, he gripped her wrists tightly. They'd bruise by the afternoon.
Her head jerked back and she furrowed her eyebrows, breathing in a jagged breath.
She continued her attempts to push him away, but he was far stronger than her and quite easily overpowered her. Her wrists felt frail beneath his grip and he thought vaguely on just how easily he would be able to break them, if he wanted to.
Her eyes weren't on him any more, she was closing them. It was only a moment before she opened them back up. She glared at him, an annoyed and fiery expression filling out her face. She was completely under his control.
He gave her a mock hurt expression, pulling his wand from his belt and moving it towards her legs. The chains around her ankles loosened, then fell to the floor. She looked up at him, her eyes wrinkling with confusion.
"Gonna walk back," he said simply.
"Not going to carry me?" She asked, snorting. "But you've been such a gentlemen so far."
Then, while he was pondering her words, she took the chance to kick her leg out in a desperate attempt to be freed. Her leg came in contact with his knee. He cursed in frustration as he felt his knee weaken slightly beneath him. She hadn't hit him hard enough to make any major marks, only enough to cause his leg a very split second of numbing pain.
So she did have fight in her. Interesting.
His hand shoot upward to her face and he gripped her jaw tightly. "If you don't start-"
He was cut off mid sentence as she once again pulled her leg out to connect with his. He released his grip on her wrists slightly, revealing a darkening mark of red circling her wrists.
Her kick was much more on spot than the last and a lot harder than the last, too. She took the chance of his reduced clutch to pull back, pushing all her weight against him, and swinging her leg into the same injured spot. It was a miracle he hadn't been able to grab her as she pulled away. It was a miracle she had even been able to injure him in the first place, however little it was.
Before she could even think about where she was going, she was running speedily down a slope, away from him.
She ran as fast as she could possibly go, her heart beating with every step. The possibility of getting caught was high, especially now she had no wand to fight back with, however, she was never one to give up without a fight. Be it her pride or survival instincts speaking.
As she ran, she could hear the snatcher's footsteps following hers. She flung herself behind the nearest tree and held her breath, hoping against hope he hadn't seen. Moving as far into the bark as she could, she waited to hear what the man's next move would be, eyes closed and breathing dulled.
"I'll give you to the count of three, then if ya 'aven't come out, we'll 'ave to do it the 'ard way," The words were low, even though they were being yelled-Threatening.
She moved in closer to the tree, careful not to make any noise at all. Her breathe was in heavy gasps and her eyes were closed.
She knew she couldn't out run him, that had already been proven, and she couldn't fight him since he had her wand. She was trapped between the harsh bark of the old tree, hoping that he would give up after a while or go looking in the wrong direction. She opened her eyes and pulled her head slightly around the corner, only enough so she could see the left side of her surroundings. She could see him looking for her, in every place. Sighing, she realized it was only a matter of time before he found her. She had no way out.
"One!"
She shut her eyes tightly, thinking.
I could come out and give myself up, it's not like I have many options. Either run off and he'll catch me or stay here and he'll find me. I'll have a better chance giving up without injury, then making a run for it later, on better odds... I may be prideful but I'm not damn well stupid.
"Two!"
I could make a run for it... Maybe...
Without further thought, she pulled herself from the tree and began a sprint. All other thoughts blurred from her mind as she could only think of one thing; run.
"Thr..."
He spotted her before she had even been able to run a few paces. Bounding out from behind a willowy tree and sprinting across the forest, looking for a quick escape. He cocked his head to the side, scoffing. Did she really think she could get away? Just like that?
Being the absolute gentlemen that he was, he allowed her a moment's head start.
The moment, however, proved to be not enough. Scabior gave her a few seconds before pursuing her, in which time she hadn't gotten far. It took him half the time to have her back in his sight, clear as anything.
Sending yet another chaining curse to her ankles, it caught her easily and she toppled to the ground.
"Well that was stupid," he said, pausing and bending down towards her. "Wasn't it?"
His wand was in his palm, seemingly readied to use. He had an air of intimidation surrounding him as he slowly came forward, eyeing her over tauntingly.
She flinched as he snaked his hand near towards her face, making him laugh slightly. "Don't worry, I won't bite."
Seeing the smirk on his face made her nerves twitch as she tried to struggle free from her shackles. She thought suddenly that him smirking was almost as horrid as any face she could think of, as it proved that they both knew she was in a rather dead ended situation. He was obviously taking joy out of it, enjoying the site of realization dawning on her... she had been caught.
Lashing out in these situations never worked, she knew that, but it still didn't stop her from trying as she fell into a shocked state of kicking and punching. Her blows were nothing more then a nuisance to him. He had the height and weight advantage, she was stuck in his hold. It took her the better part of five minutes to stop her useless attack, as she breathed in a sigh of frustration.
In one heave, she was being lifted from the dirt and up onto her feet. He held tightly onto her wrists, keeping them behind her back as he pulled her forward. She thought for a moment about how strong he obviously was; being able to so effortlessly bring her upwards.
She didn't try to strike him again, instead worrying about her footing. In all honesty he was glad. He was growing tired of her silly attempts to break free. It was clear to them both that she was getting absolutely nowhere.
"Get off," she tried again, pushing one hand against his stomach in a feeble attempt.
He pushed her forwards roughly. Frustrated at his arrogance, she pulled harder against her chains, and against him. He continued to watch her try to break free, a confident smirk playing on his face.
It wasn't much use, it was clear he wasn't letting her go any time soon. Still, she tried to use her captured hands to push and shove him away, while swinging her leg back in an attempt to kick his shin once again.
Continuing to refuse, she was too focused on Scabior to realize a snagged branch coming beneath her boots. It caught her leg and she fell on her side, the right of her arm aching as it made contact with the floor. Pain shot straight into her arm and she rolled onto her back, gripping it with her other hand.
Scabior had almost fallen with her, would have if he hadn't lost his grip on her chains. Luckily for him, he had caught his footing and remained standing.
"What do you think you're doin'?" He asked, scowling.
She realized quite suddenly that she much preferred the shadow of his smirk. The way he looked at her now made her feel twitching, the glint of anger mixed with annoyed in his icy cold eyes. It made her uncomfortable looking back at him, seeing such an expression plastered on his face.
"I thought it was obvious," she stated, rubbing her arm and looking into his gaze.
They were both still for a moment, everything quiet. Then in a swift motion he caught her by the arm and yanked her to her feet. Obviously not very pleased with her, he pulled her hands back behind her back, this time much tighter than before. She held her tongue as she felt a yelp rise in her throat. The thought of looking weak around someone like him pushed her to hold her breath as he began to drag her forwards.
"If you don't start be'aving, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble," he growled.
As they walked back she continued to struggle with him, although much less then she had originally. She was aware that she must look childish lashing out in such ways, kicking and hitting into the air. It annoyed her that someone had put her in the position to feel this way, so helpless and silly.
When voices started to appear, she swallowed hard. She knew what would be coming next, and it frightened her greatly.
"Get off," she said, her voice laced with venom. "Please."
"Gotta beg better than that," his voice was sarcastic and she rolled her eyes.
Scabior continued to pull her roughly in the direction of the large group of men. Her dim grey eyes moved along all the dirty faces of those standing before her, scanning for any familiar people. Relief washed over her as she saw not one of the trio she had been travelling with had been captured. However, it was shorted lived as it dawned on her that she was now completely and utterly alone with a pack of snatchers.
"Boss," a breathless man called, running towards Scabior. "We lost the other gal."
Scabior stood still for a moment, taking in what he had just said. The man seemed to shrink back, almost as if expecting his boss to curse him down on the spot for this information. Instead, he moved forward and pushed past the other man. He reluctantly handed the girl over to the snatcher next to him and cleared his throat.
The men were now moving over, starting to gather around their leader.
"And 'ow would one girl be able to escape from five armed men?"
"She was armed too!" a twitchy young man said.
"Well that explains it then, don't it?" Scabior said sarcastically. He was fiddling with his ring again, breathing in and out slowly to keep his calm exterior.
"Think she apparated. Might 'ave splintched 'erself too, did it mighty fast. The lads 'ad somethin' to get away too, reckon it was a Portkey."
"Why weren't the anti-jinxes set up?" Scabior drawled, acid dripping from his words.
No one answered.
"What's the point..." Scabior started slowly, walking into the middle of the group. "...of runnin' 'round after people, if you can't even catch 'em."
His voice seemed calm enough, though his face seemed to be fuming with anger. He stopped suddenly, looking confused for a second before pointing at something.
"Who's that?"
"That's what I was going to tell ya," the same scared looking man said, stepping forward. "We didn't catch the gal but we found this one while we were waitin' for ya."
"Where?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at the man.
"We were walkin' back to where the gal had been and we heard a noise. Thought it was an animal till we saw him runnin' off. Must'a heard us and came to see what was goin' on. Stupid thing to do."
Scabior moved towards the boy, who appeared to be in his early twenties. He was handsome with mousy brown hair that was swept to the side and out of his bright green eyes. He stared at the ground, as if looking at something of great interest.
"What's your name then?" Scabior asked.
The boy looked up but said nothing. The snatcher holding onto his collar shook him roughly and he squeaked out something that no one seemed to catch. After another rough shake he stood up straighter and looked Scabior in the eye. He looked away after a moment, fear apparent in his eyes, and went back to staring at the ground.
"J-John," he mumbled. "Jonathan K-Kingston. I'm a... a Half-blood."
"Check it," Scabior said, moving away and towards his new found playmate. "And you... what do they call you, my lovely?"
"Pansy Parkinson... Pure-blood."
It took a moment before a snatcher had checked the man's name, revealing he was telling the truth. Unfortunately for him, he was a labelled blood traitor. The snatcher holding onto him sneered in disgust before spitting off to the side and tightening his grip. Scabior was too busy watching his black haired beauty to even worry about the shaking man to his left.
"She's lyin'. There's already a Pansy Parkinson attendin' Hogwarts, Scabior."
Scabior turned his kudo ring around his finger and studied it, thinking. He looked over at the girl, who was trying to look unaffected. After a moment she breathed in heavily, her eyes closing shortly. Caught out.
"It's wrong," she said. "I know who I am."
"That so?" He moved closer to her, speaking calmly. "We'll try again. What's your real name?"
After a moment of silence, she looked up at him and nodded slowly. Then in a swift and undetected motion, she swung her leg backwards and made contact with the knee of the person behind her. He yelled as a loud and sickening crack hit the air, pushing her off of him and throwing her roughly to the floor. She hit the ground, her arms extended in front of her for support. Unfortunately she wasn't quick enough to block her head as it collided with a grimy stone, large enough to make a small split up her forehead.
"'Ey!" Scabior called. "Watch it!"
Groaning under her breath, she held onto her head. Something wet touched her finger tips and she brought it down to eye level, staring at the blood tripping off her palm and onto the floor. A surge of anger hit her as she saw the man behind her was now sticking his nose up at her proudly, as if happy that she was now bleeding.
"How dare you!" she yelled, her voice hoarse. "How dare you even touch me!'
Scabior walked over to her and grabbed her by the collar, pulling her up into a standing position. Blood was rushing down her face and trailing down onto her neck. She tried to wipe it away from her eyes, smearing it over her forehead and left cheek.
It occurred to Scabior that she looked familiar, without the blood stains running down her face anyway. He pulled her closer to inspect her features, to take in any details of her appearance that he thought he already knew... It didn't strike him.
"Last time," Scabior spoke, addressing her alone. His voice was calm- once again- and if she didn't know better she would say... apologetic. "What's your name, sweet'eart?"
"Wait..." Greyback said.
He moved closer to her, pushing past a snatcher and grabbing her chin. He held her face in his large hand, inspecting her. She tried to look away from him, keeping completely still and avoiding eye contact by closing her eyes tightly. Her face was etched with guilt and fear.
"I know you," he growled proudly before releasing her face and turning to Scabior. "She's a blood-traitor. Name's Black."