Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Sirius/Remus
Warnings: Dark!Sirius, Dark!Remus
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 710
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 4 - Doubts
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Blastoise - Bonus Shiny - Write about someone with a hidden agenda.
Greek Mythology Category Competition: Horme - Write a fic with adventure as a genre
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Gymnastics - Write about someone being hunted down
Hermione stared behind her. She knew she was being hunted down by the Snatchers. She had no doubts about that. She was a Muggle-born in a world ruled by Voldemort. If that wasn't bad enough, she had been the best friend of Harry Potter, the boy that had been the symbol for the light side.
Now, Harry was dead, and Hermione was considered the top bounty for anyone lucky enough to capture her.
She had to keep moving. Her legs shook as she forced herself to walk, the pouring rain making the scenery blurry as the water dripped into her eyes.
"Hey," a voice called over the downpour.
Hermione didn't look; she simply ran, forcing her legs to move faster than they probably could.
"Stop!" a different voice ordered.
Hermione didn't though.
She only stopped when she saw movement in the distance. She couldn't make out the figures really, but her instinct told her they were Snatchers. "Oh no."
A hand gripped her arm and pulled her to a covering, pushing her down so she ducked. There was a man waiting there, and he took out his wand, muttering a charm. A type of force field surrounded them.
"There," the man that grabbed her said. "Now no one can see us."
Hermione looked at the two men. "Who are you?"
The one with the wand grinned. "Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, at your service."
She knew who they were of course. Remus was a werewolf, notorious for not joining Voldemort with the other werewolves and instead, he assisted the light. His head was wanted on a platter similarly to Hermione's. Sirius was a Black. He didn't join the Dark, but he was kept alive because he didn't join the light either. Considering he was here with Remus, though, it was obvious Sirius fooled everyone. "Thank you," she murmured.
"We tried to call you because we knew who was ahead," Sirius accused.
"Sorry, when I hear someone calling my name, my first instinct is just to run now. There have been too many close calls because I stopped and looked."
"Don't mind, Sirius. He's not angry. He just doesn't like it when someone as pretty as you is in danger."
She blushed. "I don't think you should be flirting with me at a time like this."
Sirius grinned. "It's not flirting if it's the truth."
"I think both of you are incorrigible flirts."
Sirius and Remus shared a look, one that Hermione had trouble deciphering. Sirius looked at her again, a charming smile in place. "We should get out of here. We have a safe place you can rest in."
Hermione didn't think twice before she agreed.
She silently allowed them to take the lead, following their orders.
Remus looked at her, an unreadable expression on his face. "We have to do side-along-apparition."
Hermione gave him her hand. She knew she was too trusting, but everyone knew that Remus was light. What was there to be worried about?
She soon found out because after the dizzying sensation of side-along-apparition, she found herself not at a discrete safe house, but at a looming mansion. She swallowed. She took a step, ready to run, but Sirius shot a binding spell on her, and she was stuck.
"Why?" she asked.
Sirius smirked. He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "You should never trust people you don't know. I thought you would have learned that lesson by now."
He gave Remus a deep kiss, and the werewolf moaned into it, before she was dragged into a large room, one that housed Voldemort on a throne.
"Very good, my loyal servants," the snake-like man hissed.
Remus bowed low. "You were right, my Lord. She heard the rumors about us that the Death Eaters started and easily trusted us."
"My Lord, will we get our reward?"
"Yes, you may keep the mudblood bitch as a pet. Enjoy her, Sirius and Remus."
Sirius and Remus both looked at her with lust-filled gazes. She closed her eyes; her life had just become an insurmountable hell. She should have never trusted them. Rumors could be false, and it was something Hermione thought she learned her lesson about.
There was no one trustworthy. Everyone had a hidden agenda, especially during a war.
