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Chapter 3

Tears of Blood

Thirteen Years Ago…

The little girl cried out in the middle of the night. Momma didn't come to tuck her into bed that night. Daddy didn't kiss her cheek before scaring away the ugly monsters under the big comfy bed away. This new place that she was in was different, it was scary. All she remembered was the big tall man who seemed to have brought her into this room; she didn't see the wolfie that brought her to this new place earlier.

At first she remembered the ice cream, the dark chocolate swirl of soft serve, while momma and daddy had their own vanilla and twisted cones of soft serve ice cream. She remembered daddy hoisting her up and onto his shoulders making her giggle, while momma looked on with a smile then went to hold daddy's free hand.

Growing sleepy she rested her head on top of daddy's head, while momma and daddy talked about their day together. After a while daddy took her off of his sore shoulders and asked her to walk a little bit. They were only a few blocks away from their suburban neighborhood.

Out of nowhere a bright light filled her eyes, for a mere second the quick flash of green filled the atmosphere. Then she heard screaming, and an odd screeching noise as momma pushed her out of the way. Yet daddy didn't seem to move.

"No, no, I'll do anything please! Please not her; I don't know what you are talking about! Don't hurt my little girl, take me instead!" Momma's crying voice was heard in the background, but she was growing sleepy.

"It's too late for that me' dear."

The sound of a vehicle came closer and closer until…nothing but silence filled the air. The next thing she remembered was the black wolf that sniffed at her.

Looking around the room, the little girl wondered. This place was different, where was she?

She remembered the gruff voices that seemed to be arguing out the door before being placed in the bed she was recently in. But dark shadows crossed the room, so the moonlight created the images of horrible imaginary creatures.

"Momma, Momma, where's Momma?" the little girl cried, her tears poured out of her eyes. "Daddy? Where is Momma?" she cried out scared.

Suddenly from behind her near the door, shuffling sound was heard. Apparently someone was in the room with her.

Lightening broke out right outside the window of the bedroom she was in, making the little girl cringe and grasp for the blankets that would protect her from danger. A small gasp of shock came out of her mouth.

In the brief second that lightning went off the outline of a very big dog could be seen from the corner of the room. Unfortunately it only scared the little girl even more.

Her sobs continued as she tried to cry herself to sleep.

A loud huff was heard, and footstep after footstep sounded in the room until it reached the foot of the bed. But instead of the wolf she had expected to come nearby it was a tall dark scary man that entered the room.

It was the man who had brought her here earlier.

"Mía, little wolf, please stop your crying." His voice was deep but it gave the little girl a comforting feeling. The tears still poured out of her eyes in a never ending waterfall though.

How did he know her name? Who was this scary stranger?

"Who-who are you?" she inquired, her eyes still teary, her nose slightly stuffy as she gazed at the big man before her. Her eyes were wise beyond the years of an average three year old.

"Fenrir Greyback, milady, to be at your service. Your name is Hermione, right?" the man seemed to bow as the way a servant would, the smile on his face stopped the little girl from crying. In response to his question, the slowly bobbed her head up and down slightly. "Hermione, as lovely as a name it is, I shall call you Mía, an endearment my little wolf, is that okay?" She nodded once again. "Good! Then you can call me Fenrir or Greyback." the man replied looking into her dark colored eyes.

"Fenwir. No, too hard. How about Grey?" The girl tested the name on her lips. "Grey." She smiled lightly.

"That works too, my little wolf." The man smiled and sat on the bed sweeping the three year old onto his muscled chest. His dark green eyes pierced her dark brown ones.

Little wolf, what did he mean by that endearment?

"I'm not a wolfie!" The girl argued back with a giggle, surprising the werewolf-man before he chuckled in response.

"I know well that ye are a wolf, nor werewolf. You are much more than that my little wolf." He snuggled her small lithe body against his bigger one. The very scent of her hair made it so much easier for him to calm his nerves. Oh how he wanted to nibble and place his mark on her small sweet neck. But no he chose not to, too much had already happened that night. He did not want to scare her. Taking another deep breath he pulled in her sweet chocolaty scent.

His pup was in her rightful place again, with him.

Rocking her body slowly he hummed a lullaby slightly out of tune, but it still got the job done. The man's fast heartbeat made a constant rhythm that drummed the broken little girl to a less fitful sleep. She never heard him whisper one more thing into her small petite ears.

"You are much more that you would ever believe, little wolf. So much more."

Meanwhile in a house many kilometres away from there…

A little boy was crying to the noise of the storm. Thunder crashed and boomed, but still it didn't drown out the noise of people in the manor arguing. Something about death, something about a killer, something about an evil monster.

"You mustn't! He might end up killing us all, look what happened to Lily and James Potter!" his mother screeched loudly.

"But if we join him, we will gain his favor, look at your sister Bellatrix!" his father argued back.

"She is not my sister anymore!" his mother shouted and something was heard breaking into a million little pieces.

"Dobby! Clean this mess up!" his father demanded and noise of the elf popping to serve his master was heard.

"Yes sir." was then heard in reply to his father's demand.

"Lucius! Stop badgering the elves, they work hard enough as it is!" the woman's voice was heard as she walked down the corridor.

"Cissa, they're elves that's what they are supposed to do!" the father's voice was heard in response.

"Well they are servants not slaves!" the woman yelled and a door was heard slamming shut. Hard knock were then heard as the man desperately tried to open the door.

"Cissa, open the door, undo the charm you put on it!" the man insisted trying to force the door to open.

A muffled "No!" was then heard in response.

"Cissa, darling, please! You cannot force my own house against me!" his father's voice begged at the door.

"I can and I will, Lucius. The answer is no, Lucius. Spell it 'N-O'!" his mother replied through the door.

"But Cissa, my love, I only want to protect you. You know that certain side of me, the part of me that just wants to protect you and our son." Lucius admitted giving up on pounding on the door to their bedroom.

The squeak of the door was then heard, as the lady of the manor stuck her head out the slightly ajar door. Her loving voice was heard as she answered her husband, both their eyes were full of love.

"I know, Lucius, my love, I know." The sounds of his parents snogging each other's faces off were then heard throughout the manor.

This somehow appeased the little boy as he ceased crying. All would right, for now that is.

~O~w~O~

Present Day, Granger House

Grey had sent alone with Darius back into the town where Ian and Melody lived. They only met each other a few times over the last couple years it was formal though, but usually I was sent alone to the Granger household. Knocking on the door I awaited an answer, Darius stood there his ribs were healed. Werewolves were notoriously fast healers.

"Hermione?" Ian's voice was uncertain as he opened the door. I gave him a faint smile.

"Mía! I just got Fenrir's owl, is everything okay?" Melody Granger came from somewhere behind Ian.

"Yep it's me; it's not so good back at camp, Ian. Grey made me bring back a bodyguard, Ian, Melody this is Darius." I introduced the young werewolf behind me.

"Hello." Darius greeted my 'other' parents with a solemn face.

"Are you a…a…a werewolf too?" Melody couldn't help but ask.

"Melody!" Ian reprimanded her for a second.

"No, it's fine. Yes, Darius is a werewolf too. I've known him since I was six." I started to explain since a certain werewolf didn't want to.

"What about Runt?" Melody asked sweetly and I flinched quite noticeably. This topic I still wasn't over. Taking a deep breath I was about to open my mouth when Darius spoke out first.

"Mía." Darius warned.

"No, I'm fine." I answered clutching at my still tender heart.

"Runt died about a month ago." Darius put it in bluntly. Both of the Grangers gasped.

"Darius, you didn't have to put it so bluntly!" I spoke loudly.

"It's true and they both need to know."

"Fine, I'm going into my room!" I answered being the angsty teenager that I was and pushed past the two Grangers to the staircase that would lead me to my hidden oasis, my secret bedroom.

A chorus of 'Mía's' followed me up, but I was too heartbroken to care. I had many other things on my mind that I had to do this week.

I ignored them for a little while, choosing not to eat dinner. But I knew Darius would make eat something later, werewolves always had this way of protecting and caring for each other. No pup went ignored, no wolf went alone injured or sick. They were much more than just a pack, they were family.

I was just settling down to read the one of my favorite sections of Hogwarts: A History, when Darius came bursting through the door of my bedroom.

"Woah." He stood up shaking himself off, looking around at my deep purple bedroom. This was not a bedroom my friends would ever expect me of having.

"What?" I asked and saw in the hallway a tray of what looked like leftover steak, salad and a piece of a garlic baguette. The aromatic smells made my stomach grumble even though I wasn't that hungry.

"You're room. I would never expect you to be that type of girl, your always so goodie-goodie." Darius brought the food in and placed it on my desk. I reached over to grab a small piece of the baguette that was still very warm.

"I'm not a goodie-goodie or a prude Darius, I just don't show it that much in front of Grey." I confessed looking at all the band posters on my wall. Bring Me the Horizon, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Black Veiled Brides, Paramore, all the familiar characters that I remember listening too for hours to relive stress and tension.

"A prude, why I'd never!" Darius joked and pretended to gasp sarcastically. The jerk.

"Good girls are really just smart bad girls; they know how to not get caught and are innocent until proven guilty." I answered hitting the remote for my iPod home. I laughed at the song that played into my bedroom; in some ways I felt it was kind of appropriate. The song: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance.

But in reality it was just a foreboding warning.

~O~w~O~

The Granger girl was spotted; at least they all thought it was her. Anyone would know that bushy mane of hair anywhere. Even though the outfit was a bit unreasonable even for a Mudblood. Witches or Wizards would never of Pureblood status would never where something so flashy or so showy.

A young man with dark brown hair walked next to the Golden girl, both were clothed in dark clothing despite the warm heat of the summer months.

Following them closer, they noticed the pair entering a busy building of some sort. Many muggles were coming and going each of them were eating something.

Ten minutes later the Golden girl and the young man (her beau?) were noticed leaving the place with something in their hands. The girl had a slightly smaller sized portion than the young man who had his hands full trying to eat the green colored glob.

The Deatheaters watched on with keen interest.

"You should try this, it's delicious!" the young man crooned before biting into the light green glob.

"Not thanks, I will stick to dark chocolate fudge instead, besides dogs can't have chocolate." The girl smirked wickedly. One of the Deatheaters paused, that was a Slytherin smirk if he ever saw one.

"I'm not a dog Herman!" the young man joked along still eating his mysterious glob of food. It must have been some sort of inside muggle joke.

"My name is HER-MIO-NE! Not Herman, Hermanny, or Hermononucleosis! How many times must I remind you guys how to pronounce my name right." The girl looked a little put off but continued to eat her chocolate treat.

The Deatheaters rejoiced they found the right girl; this was the one they needed. Not many other girls would have a fancy name like hers.

"You know I was joking, Mione. It was just so funny when I first met you and your name sounded so long!" the young man paused in front of the girl with a wide smile on his face making her smile in return.

"Let's get to the park before it gets dark, it's the perfect place to finish eating our ice cream cones. C'mon Darius." The girl giggled before striding over to the street corner.

Finally the Deatheaters had their man…er…woman. They watched the girl walk down the street happily. Her perfect little world would soon become crumbling down…

Meanwhile a few Deatheaters wondered if the ice cream that the muggle ate was actually poisonous or not.

The Dark Lord would be pleased.

~O~w~O~

"Drake!" a familiar voice sounded nearby and I saw the face of good friend of mine. Blaise Zabini. But what was he doing here? Wasn't his family neutral?

"Blaise!" I answered in shock of seeing of my very best friends. He was a million times better than my 'cronies' of Goyle and Crabbe.

"Man, what's up?" Blaise asked looking at me surrounded pile among pile of books on werewolves.

"Research." I answered saving the last page I was on. I was going to be well prepared for my mission.

"It almost looks as if Hermione crashed your bedroom." Blaise replied then looked at me in the eyes.

Why did he just call Granger by her first name?

"Hermione?" I questioned him, as he realized his simple mistake. "Since when were you and the mudblood so goodie-goodie?" I counterattacked.

"Since last year, you prat. We were Potions partners for a couple of months. You know as well as I do that Hermione Granger isn't just a simple muggleborn witch, Drake." Blaise answered. "I thought you were above all these damn prejudices against the non-magical kind." Blaise looked kind of angry.

"I am now, but I have to be careful Blaise." I whispered pointing towards my arm. Hopefully he would understand.

"Don't tell me, that you're one of them! You can't be, I thought he didn't take such young followers yet!" Blaise spoke furiously staring me down.

"I wasn't given much a choice here, mate." I sighed showing him my 'tattoo'. "You just happen to be one of the lucky ones, I have to babysit a bunch of mutts for the rest of the summer." I tried to make it come out as a joke but it sounded quite painful to me.

We both laughed lightly but one could tell it was stressed.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked sitting on my bed while Blaise took the chair by my desk.

"Coming to spend the week with you, need I remind you that your birthday is a week away?" Blaise looked at me as if I had gone crazy.

My birthday was a week away. My birthday? What?

Did I really get caught up in all my troubles to remember my sixteenth birthday was just around corner?

"Ummm, no?" I responded not fooling him at all.

"Then I came just in time mate, you seriously need a time to calm your nerves." Blaise said inspecting the photos of my family on the bookshelf next to my desk. "Hey! Aren't those muggle authors?"

"Noo." Time to play innocent.

~O~w~O~

Meanwhile somewhere in other parts of the large Malfoy Estate Manor…

"Lu, his birthday is in a weeks' time. Do you think we should tell him soon? He's going to have to find out sooner or later?" Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband as he sat across from her in his special made reading chair.

"I'm afraid so, Cissa darling. His inheritance will come into place shortly, I can only hope that we all can survive the war first and survive his inheritance. I can only remember the day when I came into mine, it seems like only yesterday." Lucius Malfoy went on holding onto his younger years for a bit longer.

"You were always such a naughty Slytherin, Lu. We Ravenclaws couldn't stand the sight of you." Narcissa too faded out into her Hogwarts memory.

"You didn't seem to be complaining about it in the broom closet on the third floor near the Charms classrooms." He smirked remember that particular memory; they were caught snogging after hours by a Gryffindor prefect, it was almost a non-snogging fest if you get what I mean.

"Lu!" Narcissa bemoaned. She shouldn't have brought this side of her husband out.

"Don't worry my love that was one of my favorite times at school together."

"Me, too Lu. Besides the time I hexed your pants of in my third year in front of the Great Hall." Narcissa giggled.

"That was you!"

"…"

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"Oops."

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