DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n I have written a few more chapters, but it will end after them.

Wolf-Tales

Hermione's heart made a funny flip. She felt light headed and very warm.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes away from Fenrir. He noticed and smiled inwardly, Sebus was right helping him dress, but he should have listened and worn the plain circlet instead of the half helmet.

He looked at her bare feet, she was perfection. For a second he imagined her foot playing with his hard cock. His inner wolf snickered, Oh, yeah! followed by, after we are married, of course. Fenrir ignored that part.

Fenrir took a deep breath and tried to erase the visions of the naked princess. It was best since it did nothing for his sanity. After so many years of feeling dead, no part of his body was dead around her. He was as hard as the swords hanging from the sides. He cleared his voice, getting a hold of himself.

He started his story once the three of them were alone. "May I?" He asked as he removed his swords, bow, quiver, and his half helmet. He laid them next to her couch.

"Were you planning a siege or a kidnapping?" Tom asked half seriously. Not sure about all the weapons, those were not ornamental.

"Father, he is wearing formal garb, right?"

Fenrir grinned and nodded. She couldn't fail to notice his gleaming fangs. He couldn't hide them when aroused.

She thought the fangs very sexy. Now she was certain, her mind had turned into mush.

"Miss Riddle, may I sit here?" He asked to sit on the same couch where she sat; maybe not a smart move but gratifying nonetheless; her scent was delightful and sinful.

"Please do so," Hermione answered curling her legs, freeing space. She noticed her father's smirk and ignored it. She would let him win this time. Besides, he was entirely right. She had swallowed the bait, along with the hook and sinker, she was had. She moved slightly, wanting to sit closer to him.

Though Thomas sent for Jean, he urged Fenrir to go on with his tale.

"Thomas, Miss Riddle, my story begins close to thirty three years ago, right out here, in the adjacent woods." He seemed very far away, reliving the day.

That day, I was hunting with Sebus my cousin, near here. We are sort of neighbors. We were running with Rodolphus and with Rabastan. I was carrying young Rabastan on my back, he was very young and was tired. Neither of the Lestrange can remember; we had to make both of them forget all the violence.

We saw Arthur Weasley carrying a young girl, both covered with blood. We still believe that he helped the child to escape a certain death. Right behind, the Aurors, one of them Moody. Rufus went back towards here, not sure, it all went down fast.

Way behind, we saw Hagrid the half giant with two witches, one was the Scot, and I think one was Pomfrey. Weasley's wife, and a few others were there as well. Whereas some were crying, everyone of them was clearly upset.

They said, "Hurry, he is nearly upon us." Hexes flew all around, injuring several of them. Sebus picked up Rodolphus to shield him, it was mayhem. We didn't know who was the one firing such powerful hexes, an army of one.

I saw someone else a little later, farther back. I think he was carrying a bundle, also running away, but I cannot be sure. It might have been Rufus.

Weasley was bleeding, he seemed badly hurt. He gave us the little girl who was crying and terrified. The blood was hers as well. He was clearly upset, tears ran down his cheeks. He told me, "We don't kill families, none of us do." Everyone was telling the child to remember that they didn't kill families.

"Run fast, he is upon us." Everyone urged.

We took her with us, and an elder arranged for Muggles to hide her. Someone who knew her father adopted her. We never knew who, we had a traitor, and it was better that way.

Jean not Hecke, as you already must know, was the child. She called herself Juanita. Even then, I knew that something was special about her. It was the scent of a compatible mate."

Thomas looked both upset and angry.

Hermione was paying full attention. Her heart galloped like a wild horse.

"My kind recognizes such scents. We can even recognize the parents of a possible mate. Our kind lives for ages, because of this, we can grant our mates the same longevity. They don't change be like us, although it is possible. Imagine the advantages; if you look at me you might judge that in my mid-twenties" He looked at the Dark Lord who knew his real age.

"In 100 years or so I will look 30. I can grant the same to her immediate family."

Voldemort looked at Hermione, he wanted her married with a strong protector or two. However, there would not be two protectors for his wife, it wasn't possible. The reason was simple, he would never share his Jean.

He would pretend to listen. Was Fenrir really saying that he wanted his Jean? He was seething. To share his Jean with him? No, he'd never share her.

Hell, he couldn't tell her that Robert was already dead for being with her; he would have killed him with his own hands. He was glad that someone else had done it for him. Although he had tried to rescue Robert; if successful, he would have sent him far, far away.

He needed a spell to think, he called a couple of the guards, "Where is my wife? You three stay, remember your vow of secrecy." He wanted others around to cool off.

Fenrir paused to look at Thomas when he noticed his hard mien, oh no!

"Sir, yes, you are getting it wrong, your daughter is a possible mate. Her mother's scents alerted me her daughter could be my mate. Would you allow me to, court your daughter?"

Tom relaxed visibly. He wants my Hermione? I would never press her, never. Jean doesn't know how much I love my daughter; how do you tell your beloved that you love your child more than life itself, more than her? Hermione is my child, part of me. She is all that I've ever wanted. Poor the wretch who makes her sad.

This gave way to a clever idea. Yeah, he'd blame it all on Jean, after all she was right, Hermione should decide.

"I cannot do that. My wife already told me that it is my daughter's decision. And now, I must agree that she is right." He was a Slytherin, no question.

"Father, he might court me, I want to choose right, thanks for your confidence on my judgement."

Hermione loved her father a little more, she smiled at him, and he smiled back. Voldemort's feelings of joy made his day brighter. His child had looked pleased at him.

Hermione was thinking that Fenrir wasn't a sacrifice, at a second look, not at all.

Luna had said it, she would be a she wolf for him. By golly she was right. He was a prince of old, but not a nice one, a warrior, a fierce one. In turn, she smiled at Fenrir, and his grin made her feel light headed. An unfamiliar yearning was taking a hold of her.

Those listening took heed. Voldemort, or Lord Tom as he liked to call himself these days, had deferred to his daughter. She was indeed his right hand. They also knew what it meant, displease her or hurt her, and you were in peril. Whereas his wife and daughter were sacred, his daughter was the apple of his eye.

It went beyond love, he saw her as an extension of himself. Those close to him had no doubt who was number one; Hermione. Before sunset, everyone would know. While most would want Hermione's favors, some others would be willing to hurt Tom thru her. The latter were very, very foolish. Tom wasn't tame, he was deadlier than ever.

At that same moment, Jean made her presence known, but she'd heard the exchange.

Fenrir greeted Jean, who stood with a half-open mouth. She was thunderstruck with the beautiful male. Jean turned to look at her daughter and winked. Hermione bit her lips not to smile. Tom couldn't see Jean's face and felt uneasy. It was a pang of jealousy; he wasn't blind, Fenrir would elicit the same response from females and males alike.

He turned more pragmatic at once, he could see the beautiful babies and smiled at his wife. He wondered how long before they would have a little one. This would confuse many, allowing a werewolf to marry his child. They didn't know that he was no ordinary wolf.

Her mother had heard him. Hermione could see that Jean was proud of him. She sat next to him and held his hand. Tom Riddle closed his eyes but a second with pleasure and contentment.

Hermione saw it, gods they were shameless in their love, couldn't hide it. No even in public while holding an audience. No, they they could not control themselves. It made her sick. She growled, the pups joined and growled as well.

Fenrir's nose flared. Plato his wolf was curious as to what had brought the Dark Lord's arousal. He wants to shag his wife, the monster has feelings. Imagine what the daughter will do for us. Fenrir smiled inwardly, yeah, I already do.

A scent reached him. He nearly tripped. That scent, he had to control his surprise; Lady Riddle had another heritage. Praise the mightiest, she is Sebus' niece. Today, he'd recognized the scent. It was no longer masked, who knew why, and who cared; he was beyond happy.

Today, was a day of revelations, he had seen the Lady Jean hold the monster's hand, and the smell of his arousal had filled the room. Today he found Sebus' family. Today, the princess had accepted him, she had given him a chance.

Plato was yipping inside, he wanted to take his wolf form and run until he fell down exhausted. He couldn't help it, his fangs lowered while he grinned. Hermione saw it again, and now was sure, she rather liked it. She noticed a light blue hue to his skin, most attractive.

"Darling, we heard a most extraordinary story. I will tell you in a bit."

He called Lucius, "Get me the older Weasley, tell him not to be afraid. Better he should bring all his family, everyone of them. Take Remus with you, he can help, they will trust him."

Hermione felt sick, Arthur had helped Dumbledore kill her grandfather. He was already dead. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Father you promised no more killings," and ran away to go to the Floo, to help the family. Her dogs in tow, the three of them.

Tom was in front of her, and she was stopped. "Darling, no, you need to give me a chance."

Her mother took her hand and sat with her. "He isn't lying, I don't know what was said, but you must trust him." Tom asked Fenrir to trade places, to sit next to his daughter. He opened his arms to hold her. She accepted reluctantly while she cried.

He made soothing sounds to everyone's amazement and rubbed her back until she relaxed. "I will trust you, don't disappoint me."

"All I ask is to give me a chance."

Greg was happier than ever to have listened to Francois' advice, so were the others on her guard. They would rise with her. Adrian Pucey winked at him, yes they were rising to the top. The perk benefits were many, things that he would have never done on his own, plus he was no longer under Draco's thumb; it was good, even if he missed his friend.

More guards were called in. Within half an hour the Weasley were there. Arthur was pale, and Molly didn't look well. His children were quiet; everyone felt sick, ill with aprehension.

They were invited to sit and were offered tea and to choose from a large selection of biscuits, but all declined, too stressed to eat or drink.

"Were you here 33 years ago?" Voldemort asked Arthur point blank. Jean looked at him wonderingly. Why the question? They now lived at her parents' manor.

Arthur was forthcoming, the truth was his best chance. He squeezed Molly's hand.

"Yes sir, it was my first and last raid. Everyone of us refused Dumbledore after that time. He was killing based on old personal issues, and we couldn't condone it. You may Legilemance me if you wish. He killed the young couple that lived here with one hex and wanted to kill the little one, we all cried. It was murder, they were so young."

Both Molly and Arthur were crying, whenever they remembered, it was the same; they felt guilty. His haunted eyes were already somewhere else; his memories turned into words.

"Excuse us, it was a difficult time." Arthur was back on time, he was remembering.

"We, Hagrid, Molly, Poppy, and a couple more, were, he'd sent us to do something else, a fool's errand to give himself time. By the time we arrived, Rufus was runing away from the house."

Arthur stopped to wipe his brow, the sweat was dripping over his eyes, his eyes unfocused. His mind was elsewhere, reliving that day. He continued, his voice shaking.

"Rufus ran away carrying something while Maggie held a child. All talked at the same time, "Hurry, he will kill her." Alastor Moody later told us what happened as we ran. Albus told them that he had been ambushed, but they knew that he was lying. Albus had asked them to wait, that something was wrong. Rufus, Alastor and Maggie didn't wait long, they saw the murder, then Dumbledore ran to open the cupboard." Arthur talked fast.

"Alastor jumped in front of Albus, while Rufus opened the cupboard. He took the small girl out and passed the child to Maggie. She brought your wife out. When she saw me, she ran and passed her to me, "Take her, hurry up, you run faster," the others formed a wall around us. Maggie was crying, she said, "Albus murdered her young parents." All we could do was run, Albus was a powerful wizard, better than all of us; he kept firing hexes and saying, "I need to rid the world from his spawn." I just ran into the woods. Couldn't even heal her, she was bleeding in many places."

Arthur lowered his robe, part of his upper flesh was gone, it was deformed. He called Molly to lower the back of her robe, she had nasty scars, chunks of skin missing, not possible to glamour them. Their children were horrified.

Hermione couldn't stop crying, when Fenrir held her hand she allowed it. He noticed she was cold as ice.

"He injured all of us, he was a madman. Moody lost most of his vision during that raid." Tom noticed the couple holding hands; it was clearly difficult talking about it.

"It was a 'mistake,'" Dumbledore told us over and over, he lied to us. He apologized profusely, telling us the couple had fired a compulsion spell. We all knew that he lied, but had no proof. He took Veritaserum, but Poppy found out years later that he was immune. I believe he did something to us, because we continued supporting him. Respectfully, Lord Tom, we had a common enemy."

Tom couldn't argue that. His war had empowered Dumbledore. He was confused because he had hated Maggie over her betrayal, and she was probably guiltless, more than likely Albus had compulsed her. Maggie had saved his wife, she was a noble witch. The Aurors had almost been killed protecting the innocent. His witches were correct, the government needed balance, they all could learn from each other.

Tom couldn't get over, the Aurors, his former enemies had saved his witch. The half giant helped as well, as well as two others that had already died. Maybe not, Rufus, he was in prison, and he had stopped all the kllings. He owed them his happiness.

"While we ran, we saw Fenrir, and the other children. We knew them. They weren't our friends, but this was an emergency. At the time, we knew Fenrir as something else. Maggie reached Fenrir, "Fenrir we aren't friends but we need your help," she asked him to take Juanita away because Albus wanted to kill her." Arthur concluded.

Jean was crying, It was all true. She remembered some more. "Wait," she interrupted; she 'saw' the crib, "the baby, my sister. Oh dear, he also killed the two old elves." She was losing it with all the memories back at once. She panicked.

"What happened to my sister, Cheli," she also remembered Lucius holding his sister and looked at him.

Lucius' heart beat disorderly at the next words, he dared to hope. He saw Jean's face, she also remembered, he nodded.

"Lady Riddle, there wasn't a baby. Wait Rufus had a bundle, when when he went back behind. He didn't go back with us."

A/N anyone guessed this?