"Drive dammit!" Hermione yelled into the truck as she grabbed onto the side of the truck with her waning strength as she watched the crimson blood pour down her waist and onto the white bed of the truck. Gingerly touching the wound on her side, Hermione took her hand away and saw the darkened blood coating her fingers, thick like melting tar. Biting back another oath, Hermione bit her lip hard, drawing blood. With shaking fingers she took of her shirt, leaving her in her bra; as she tied the shirt around her torso to let it act as a bandage. "We need to get out of here." She gasped against the window as her mocha eyes scanned the darkened woods around the truck for Greyback. Still clenching onto the side of the bed with white knuckles Hermione ignored the way the wind was blowing her long hair around her face, dirt and mud mixing into the blood that had stuck to her skin and pants.
Clenching her hands harder, Hermione dug her fingernails into the metal as the biting wind whipped her shirt around her, tearing at the wound, allowing dirt and Merlin knows what to get into the wound itself. With unblinking eyes Hermione watched as the forest disappeared.
"What the hell was that!" The shorter of the two men demanded Sirius as the raven long-haired man took off his shirt and tore it in half before allowing Hermione to take it with a grateful smile. Taking off her own blood soaked shirt, Hermione tied Sirius's shirt around her reddened mid-section. "I asked, what the hell was that!" The shortest man was practically yelling.
"We need to get out of here." Sirius told the three others, ignoring the shorter man. "Do you need help Kitten?" Hermione shook her head no at Sirius's words, picking up her left foot she went to step down only to feel said leg give out underneath her weight. Sighing Sirius made to pick her up only to put his hands up in surrender as Hermione sent him a sharp look. "Fine fine, but we need to get out of here, fast." His grey eyes scanned the deserted area as a pain-filled howl shot through the night. Nodding Hermione pushed herself up with her hands, ignoring the way the world was tilting dizzyingly as she stood on shaking legs, blood soaking the new bandage-like-shirt.
"Shit." Hermione moaned as her shaking legs refused to move, "Maybe I do need help." She turned her pleading eyes to Sirius only to feel strong arms lift her up and out of the bed of the truck. "Excuse me!" Swiveling her head towards the man who was carrying her as if she weighed nothing. "Put me down." Hermione all but begged, not wanting some strange man to have his hands on her. Closing her eyes tightly, Hermione tried to block out the memories of strange men's hands as they traveled her battered body. She tried to block out the screams she remembered were her own as torture after torture took place, the waxy look of Bellatrix's face as the Death Eaters looked on, bored, and thinking that the 'Mudblood' wasn't worth their time.
Faintly Hermione could hear someone gently calling her name over and over again. Shaking her brown, curly head Hermione curled herself into her body, trying to minimize the pain.
"JESUS CHRIST!" A shout was heard, piercing through Hermione's hazy thoughts and forcing her eyes to open.
"What's wrong with her?" Two separate voice's shouted at the same time. Looking around, Hermione saw Sirius's familiar grey eyes looking at her worriedly, stroking her sweat dampened hair softly. "Are you okay sweetheart?" Sirius asked, pressing his lips to her forehead. With a whimper Hermione felt her eyes flood with tears. Tears of relief that she wasn't back in the war, back in Malfoy Manor, relief that Sirius was alive and not trapped in Limbo. "Shhh, it's okay Kitten, I'm here." Leaning down, Sirius picked up Hermione in a tight embrace as she sobbed against his neck.
"It's so stupid, how am I supposed to finish this assignment if someone I don't know touches me and I have a flashback?" Hermione blubbered to Sirius's shirt. Feeling the muscles in his back as he squeezed her tightly back.
"You are Hermione Jean Granger, you can do anything." Sirius whispered to her, "You brought me back from Limbo, saved my Godson, and kept the Weasley's in line. You've survived being tortured, raped, and Merlin knows what else." Pressing a delicate kiss to her temple Sirius pulled his head away from hers. The clearing of throats interrupted Sirius's small pep talk.
"Not to be insensitive, but what the hell was that thing?" Again, the shorter of the two asked, his voice lowered slightly now. "And don't you dare say nothing because she's" Here he gestured to Hermione, "is bleeding and blubbering like something just killed her dog, and you're comforting her like its a huge problem." Pushing herself out of Sirius's arms, Hermione winced as pain shot through her torso.
"First of all, it isn't anything too… Weird." Her mocha eyes flickered to grey ones hesitantly. "The thing, as you put it," Looking at the two strangers she glared slightly, "is a rabid bear, there's an epidemic of them around here at the moment, and well, I guess I presented a perfect target." Sitting on the bed she took in her surroundings, surprised to see her hotel room back to the way it was before Greyback trashed it and kidnapped her. "Who are you?" She asked the two, shifting in their chairs a bit they looked at each other, the shorter once cleared his throat again before saying.
"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam." Dean said, gesturing to himself and Sam.
"Pleasure." Hermione said, not feeling like it was a pleasure at all. Turning to Sirius her face went from disdain to pleading. "Tell me you got him." Hermione begged, not caring how childish she sounded. When Sirius shook his head, his long black hair cascading like a waterfall of oil Hermione stood up and cursed, kicking her bag at the foot of the bed. "I'm getting in the shower." She stated as she left the room, ignoring the pain in her torso.
"Is that safe?" She heard the one she thought was named Sam ask the room, presumably Sirius. Shutting the door behind her, Hermione put her head up against the mirror, soaking in the coolness it had. Biting her lip she glanced down at what was once Sirius's shirt but now nothing more than a blood soaked rag, with a deep breath she slowly unwound the shirt-made-bandage off of her torso.
Blood was caked on her pale skin, more slowly pouring out of the wound, she turned grabbing one of the white towels on the rack above the loo Hermione got it wet and dabbed gently around the three long claw marks. As she cleaned them she couldn't help but admire at how long they were, each went from end of her ribcage to the top of her left hip. She could see the muscle and fat in each claw mark. Fascinated but disgusted at the same time she kept dabbing, wincing every time the rag came in contact with her wounds, so caught up in her work she didn't hear the door open, nor did she see Sam walk in.
"Do you need help?" Sam asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously. His eyes widened as the extent of the damaged done on Hermione's body turned towards him.
"Oh my God!" He whispered as he walked closer to her. Hermione flinched away from his hands, his touch. Her lips tightened.
"I don't need any help." Hermione growled out between stiff lips. "Would you please send in Sirius though?" She bit out, "I need him in here." WIth a nod Sam disappeared through the door. A few seconds later and a thump was heard before Sirius ran into the bathroom.
"Dear Merlin." Sirius gasped as he ghosted his hands over Hermione's wounds. "Did this happen because of a bite?" Sirius asked his voice full of concern. Shaking her head no, Hermione slumped her head against the wall in pain.
"We can't use magic." She whispered, every breath pained her. With a grim nod Sirius got to work.
Hey guys! So I know.. Not that long but, I'm back:D and I am working on my other stories, so I want to thank you guys for your support.