AN: Thanks again for letting me know that the chapter was messed up ((so embarrassing))! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter works from JK Rowling and Warner Brothers not claim the characters that in use.On that note would like to say I hope you will enjoy this chapter and happy reading!
Hermione's POV
Moaning softly feeling too warm I started to realize I was in a bed. Opening my eyes slowly the natural sun light brightened the room enough to let me see that I was alone inside a cottage. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed she looked around taking in the cottage bedroom settings. Behind her in the room was a full size bed with what looked like faux animal skin blanket over it laying beneath a quilted covered window. Then near the foot of the bed was an open area that in the corner had a changing screen. Near the changing screen was a woven basket that looked like where the laundry was to be laid next to a handmade wardrobe. Near the bed before me was a desk with a corner of wax droppings like a candle would burn right there.
Taking the quilted blanket off myself I made myself to the door next to the desk ready to reach the door handle when the door opened to reveal the man Fenrir Greyback holding a small tray of food and a glass of...was that orange juice? Realizing I was parched I stepped back away from him once more in mix of fear unsure of what to expect.
He looks at me gently and says," Good Morning, Hermione. I saved some breakfast unsure when you would truly woke up."
I nod towards him licking my lips lightly. "Yes, Thank you, Sir," I said hoarsely wincing at how scratched my voice was.
Fenrir looks sadly at me and places the tray on the desk picking up the glass of orange juice to hand to me and said," Take a drink...it'll help with your throat."
Hesitant at first I take the glass from him and take a small drink already feeling much better from my sadness and felt calmer as well.
Looking at him I give a small smile," Thank you. That feels much better."
Fenrir gives a nod of approval,"Glad that did the trick. If you wish you can eat so we can discuss some...important things."
Looking at him confused I give a small nod and moved towards the desk but he moved the chair at the desk to let me sit down. Giving a small nod I sat down and saw it was quite abundance of variety of breakfast. Golden brown toast, with scrambled cheesy eggs, two pieces of bacon and sausage, and some golden brown hash-browns. On the trey was some condiments of salt and pepper packets, a couple of different packets of jam and a couple of ketchup packets as well as a fork and butter knife.
Looking up at him I was shocked he went through the trouble of making sure of what I was needing.
"That's very generous of you, Sir," I said well mannered and decided to dig in.
As I helped myself to breakfast Fenrir went to sit on the bed and watched me eat as it seemed like his mind wandered to another land. Looking back at him I was debating if I should make some small talk. Deciding to wait until after I finished eating I took a little bit of my time due to being nervous around him. I felt protected around him but, now feeling nervous I wasn't liking how quiet it felt in here.
Suddenly Fenrir asked," How old are you, Hermione?"
Taking a drink of the orange juice to clear my mouth of the last bites of the food I turned to look at him and answered,"I am 9 almost 10, Sir."
Fenrir nodded and stood up taking the tray before heading out of the bedroom looking back at me he says gently," You may call me Fenrir for now. Come out here for a moment I wish to discuss some important things."
Thought better than to go against his words since he was treating me so well I followed him into the room seeing a chair at a table I went over and took a seat. Fenrir had placed the tray on a chair next to the door and came back to the table sitting in a chair near me and looked of concern was on his face.
"How are you fairing," he asked with a tinge of sympathy within his tone.
Looking up at him I nod," I'm feeling ok...I'm still sad that my parents are gone...I don't think there is anyone else I can go to that is family..."
An orphan...I'm an orphan...just the thought alone wanted to send tears back into my eyes so I tried to hold them back as Fenrir nods in understanding looking at me with eyes of sorrow.
"I know I maybe springing this so soon but...do you believe in magic," he asked as I looked at him with confusion. "I've read fairy tales and wished it was real. Why do you ask?" Letting out a sigh he ran a hand through his hair and gave a serious look at me. He let out a breath and says straightforward," Well it's real. Magic, magical creatures such as werewolves."
I looked at him surprised and swallowed nervously asking as unnerved as I could suppress," Dd..do you mean you are...a werewolf?"
Fenrir nods at my question," The wolf that came to us last night was one too. He is a fellow pack member my second in command name, Trio."
Soon as his named was said a man walked in wearing silver deer skin pants and bows before Fenrir," Sir, ready to be of service."
I looked at Fenrir as he looked angry but for an unknown reason he kept his voice even as he says,"It's nothing, Trio. You may tell your wife though to make clothes for Hermione though. She's about Katna's age."
Glancing over at me he gave a small shrug as I let out a small giggle. Trio stood up swiftly placing a hand over a fist over his heart and says,"Understood, Alpha. Live long Alpha!" He left swiftly closing the door behind him. Turning away from the closed door at me I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Fenrir couldn't help but let out a laugh as well making me feel a little bit better.
"Haha...do all your pack member's come at call and just be so...serious," I asked and Fenrir nods giving a chuckle," Yes. Just how you see things is so...different." That stopped me laughing immediately making me think of the times I was bullied for being different.
Fenrir looked at me with concern and realized what he said before letting out," Well I mean different in a good way. Like something new to a child."
I shook my head looking down at my hand," Do I have to be a werewolf?"
Fenrir was quiet like he was lost in thought before hearing him letting out a small breath," Would you like to?" Looking up at him I see his curious expression of how I'm going to answer. There are many ways I know I could answer but I had more questions so I asked," Would you have to turn me on the full moon?"
Fenrir shook his head lightly," I can transform you anytime. Just we hold a ceremony of sorts sometimes it's for new members but, we do so on full moons so to feel like they are embraced with mother moon like the rest of the pack is. It's a way of being..."
"Being part of a pack that is family."
Fenrir smiles brightly at me nodding in agreement," Exactly..."
I couldn't help but smile back at him and bit my lower lip in thought. "When is the next full moon?"
"Tomorrow night."
Unknown POV:
In a room with a group of people arguing among the adults. All either in denial or of speculations of things that happened within the camping grounds. Then a man stood up calling out,"SILENCE! Now I suggest we have a group of people go to the pack. Find the survivor and hope we get to ger before they turn her." "When do you suggest to do so then," growled a man leaning against his walking staff. "I recommend at sunset before the full moon."
Dun Dun Dun! Who is the group planing to get Hermione? Will Hermione accept? Find out next chapter!
