A throbbing head was what woke Hermione up. Groaning slightly Hermione opened her eyes and went to rub them. Only to be stopped. Jerking her head up she quickly looked around, assessing the situation. Looking up she just saw dust, mold, and something on the ceiling that didn't look like it would help her out at all. Looking towards a slim window she could make out dust mites dancing around in the pale sunlight, and she was alone on a chair, tied to it with zip ties. With a low growl she looked around again, hoping that their would be something that would help her out of her predicament. Nothing. Empty air, dust, and her. That was all that was there.

"Good going Granger." Hermione berated herself, "Just had to go after the mutt yourself, couldn't have called Sirius, nope; you just had to go after someone who has no qualms about beating you, and then eating you."

"Look the mudblood knows what's going to happen to her." The gruff voice spoke from behind her. "Too bad she has no way to defend herself." Muffled steps walked towards where Hermione was tied to the chair. Chills ran up her back as the man behind her lowered his head to her neck and took a deep breath. "Pity, you would have been a gorgeous accessory to our…. cause."

"Go to Hell." She growled out between her gritted teeth.

"I'm planning on it." She could smell the day old alcohol on his breath along with rotting meat and smoke. Not a pleasant smell. Forcing back a gag as he laughed, his breath going straight up her nasal cavity. "You know what today is… Don't you Mudblood." Greyback whispered into her ear, his tongue practically caressing the tip of her ear.

"The full moon." Hermione breathed.

Greyback chuckled, "Give the Mudblood a prize, what could she want though?" He walked around in front of her, bent and picked something up. "Maybe a fighting chance would be good." He spun around, a small throwing knife in his hand. "After all, it's been quite sometime since I've had a good hunt." He licked his rotting yellow teeth stained an ugly brown as the corners of his lips lifted, "I will find you." He stated.

"Then untie me and let your hunt begin." Hermione's voice shaked, half in relief and half because she knew he could easily find her.

"When the moon gets closer to rising." Greyback's lopsided grin looked like what a cat would look like to a bird before its head was ripped off.

Hermione's heart was pounding as she swung one leg over a tree branch and flung herself into the nearest tree. The humanoid figure below her was sniffing the ground where she had been before she scaled the tree, hoping to get a bit further away from Greyback. In the tree she had the advantage of seeing him, but the disadvantage of running away. She knew from her studies that werewolves have no problems with scaling trees, she only hoped she had been able to confuse him long enough to get somewhere out of his anti-apparition wards. Damn him for his foresight of leaving her beaded bag in her apartment, and damn him for thinking that it was possible she had her wand on her. Leaping from tree-to-tree she didn't feel the pain of the bark tearing against her skin, only heard the victorious howl from the creature below her. The warmth of her blood was the only thing that alerted her of her predicament. Cursing Hermione whipped her head around, looking for the beast. Only to find he wasn't behind her like he should have been.

Flinging herself off the tree and to the ground, Hermione tucked and rolled to her feet thanking Merlin that her war skills were as good as ever. Quickly glancing around she looked up at the moon, it was close to setting and letting the sun rise up and banish the evil of the full moon.

The roar of a truck had Hermione running towards it, either to hopefully escape the terror-filled woods or to warn them to leave before they were dog chow she wasn't sure. Sprinting to the rusty coloured truck that looked as if it had been through the Sahara Desert and back.

"You have to leave!" Hermione had barely gasped out before two strong arms caught her in a hug.

"And I told you not to do anything stupid." Sirius' voice was gruff, but full of emotion. "Get in the truck," A howl sounded throughout the woods, one that cried blood would be split that night. "Now!" He demanded. Putting her hands onto the bed of the truck, Hermione pushed herself into, "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" He practically yelled at her.

"Saving your ass." She retorted.

"With that toothpick?" An unknown voice said from inside the truck. Whipping around, knife out she looked into the green eyes of some unknown man, and another man looking at her curiously.

"Just drive." Hermione growled at Sirius, nodding his black haired head, Sirius pushed the pedal down and tore out of the forest. "I'm going to need a different weapon, a throwing knife won't do much damage, especially if I were to miss." Hermione said frantically as her brown eyes scanned the woods, searching for the thing that would delight in tearing her flesh from her bones while she screamed. A shadow lept out and onto the bed of the truck next to her. Her eyes widened as Greyback drew to his full height, taller than any man, and certainly hairier, his hands had formed paws bigger than Hermione's head and nails sharper than the best blade out there. His glowing yellow eyes matched his teeth as he leered at Hermione.

Ignoring the voice inside her head telling her that this would be a terrible idea, Hermione walked up to him as well as she could in a speeding truck, dodging his blows left and right before digging the gleaming knife into Greyback's left eye. Pushing him with as much strength as she could, Hermione kicked Greyback in his chest, watching as he fell down onto the dirt road, somewhere along the dusty canyons of the woods.

"Fuck." Hermione said, looking at the now gaping wound in her side. In perfect lines were marks that only a wild beast could make.

I know... I sorta vanished off the face of the Earth for a bit. Forgive me?