CHAPTER EIGHT

Summary: Sent to Volterra in order to negotiate terms of an alliance to end the war, Hermione's life is turned upside down as she is brought into the world of the Volturi, better known as the Vampire Kings. There she is made a part of a new kind of family and a most trusted member of the guard, whether she likes it or not, and surprisingly, she does. Rated M for language, violence and sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Stepenie Myers. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic. As for the descriptions of appearances for the Twilight characters, all my research is based on the books and not the movies, but I may have changed a few things regarding Alec's height and age.

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Saturday 25th April 1998

Hermione woke to the sound of her alarm buzzing on her wand and she held her hand out, her wand soaring into her open palm and she shut it off. She sat up in bed, seeing the fire still burning in the fireplace and it was still dark outside but she knew dawn was approaching. She remembered the events of the previous night and she brought her hand up to her neck, feeling that it had healed but her throat still felt tender, she likely had hand-shaped bruises. Her eyes scanned the room to see Demetri no longer being present and her brow furrowed.

It was odd, but she had meant what she said to him. She trusted both him and Alec and she felt safe when they were nearby. It didn't matter that she'd only met them two days ago, her instincts told her she was safe with them. And she actually liked them. She'd had more interactions with Demetri than she had Alec but that didn't matter to her, she'd quickly gotten a feel for their personalities and something deep inside of her was drawn to them.

When she walked the corridors or entered a room, her eyes searched for them. She found herself hanging on every word they spoke and it wasn't their voices lulling her into a false sense of security. She liked to hear their laughter and she liked it when they teased her. When Demetri had held her, he didn't complain that she was clinging to him like a needy child; he held her closer and allowed her to take comfort in his presence. He'd been concerned for her safety. Alec had looked murderous and it was an odd expression on his usually calm face. He'd looked as though he'd wanted to murder her attacker himself, but also pleased that she'd dealt with it in the way she had; it hadn't exactly been a painless death.

She trusted them and if Aro was sending them with her, it meant they were the most useful to her and they were both members of the Guard, so what were their gifts? If they won the war, she'd agreed to return to Volterra for the rest of her life, only leaving once every three months to visit her family who'd she be leaving behind. She knew they wouldn't understand but she did what she had to do, she did what was best. She just wished she knew why Aro was so adamant for her to stay at Volterra. But with Alec and Demetri both residing in the castle, it did make things slightly better and she didn't know why.

It was confusing.

It was strange.

It was frustrating.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face before she climbed from bed and readied for her leaving Volterra. She brushed her teeth, pulled her hair into a ponytail and dressed in simple jeans, a t-shirt and trainers. She made sure she had everything packed and then there was a knock on the door before it opened, Demetri stepping inside with a tray of food, as well as what looked to be a backpack.

"Good morning, Hermione, how are you feeling?" He asked with a charming smile, moving over to the couch.

"Good morning," she repeated, "I'm feeling much better, thank you."

His eyes landed on her throat and they darkened in anger, she brought her hand up to self consciously rub at it; she would have to glamour it. She cleared her throat and made her way over to the couch and sat down, quietly making a start on her breakfast.

"What's in the backpack?"

"Food rations, I believe Alec is retrieving medical supplies, should you need them."

She nodded. "I likely will," she confirmed, her eyes lifting when there was a knock on the open door and Alec stepped inside, repeating their greetings and sitting in the empty spot on the couch.

"How are we travelling to England?" Alec questioned curiously.

"Magical transportation. I hate flying and I'm not risking being tracked in the Muggle World, it'll put too many innocent lives at risk. Of course, using magical transportation is more of a risk to us as they'll be able to lock onto my magical signature, which is unique, just as fingerprints are," she explained. "I'm currently the second most wanted person in the Wizarding World, they'll be looking for me specifically. We're going to have to do a little bit of jumping between bordering countries; I need to leave a false trail so they don't track me to our intended location which is the Order's headquarters."

"How capable are their trackers?" Demetri asked, a frown marring his handsome features.

"That depends on your definition of 'capable'. They have the Taboo, the summons from saying the Dark Lord's name that allows them to lock onto your location instantly. They have a series of Tracking Spells that some of their members specialise in, but no Tracking Spell is one hundred percent accurate. Their best natural trackers are werewolves, for obvious reasons. Their Alpha, Fenrir Greyback, he's a nasty piece of work," her voice trailed off and she looked off into the distance, memories resurfacing.

"Do you have history with him?" Alec asked calmly, almost too calmly and she brought her focus back to the two vampires, both looking at her expectantly.

She put the tray on the coffee table and pulled her legs up onto the couch, crossing them and fiddling with her fingers.

"Hermione, do you have a history with him?" Demetri repeated, his tone lowering in demand that she answer his question.

She sighed in defeat and his hand appeared in her line of view, an offering of comfort. She was grateful for it and took his hand in hers without hesitation, not caring that his ice-cold skin was sucking the heat from her, the contrast between them was a nice difference. A second hand appeared to the left and she was surprised that it belonged to Alec but she took the offer greedily, holding their hands tightly.

"Yes, I have history with him," she admitted, looking down at her lap. "Fenrir Greyback is the definition of a true monster. He's vile, vicious and psychotic. He has no regard for human life, he has no honour, no morals and no fear and that makes him dangerous. Everyone fears him as much as they do the Dark Lord, and to be perfectly honest, I'm more afraid of Greyback. He's the Alpha to the biggest werewolf pack in Britain; he's powerful, sadistic and insane. He has a reputation for killing and raping, as well as biting children so he can add them to his pack and control them from a young age so when they mature, they're loyal to him and only him. My friend, when he was four-years-old, he was attacked and bitten on the night of the full moon by Greyback as a plot of revenge towards the father for his prejudice beliefs against werewolves. That was thirty-four years ago, and since that day, he's been ostracised, bullied and ridiculed but he's the kindest and smartest man I've ever met." A smile tugged at her mouth.

"You speak of him fondly," Alec observed.

"There isn't a person I respect more than Remus Lupin. He's the man that asked me to be the Godmother to his son, Teddy. And I know vampires and werewolves have a hatred for each other, but I don't care, I love Remus, he's like an Uncle to me, family. Despite the world being against him, despite not having basic human rights, he's now married and a father to the most adorable child I've ever seen..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath.

"I first came into contact with Fenrir Greyback during the battle in the Department of Mysteries. He tried to kill me and when he realised that I wasn't as vulnerable as I appeared to be, he made it his mission to destroy me. He couldn't have me, a teenage girl and Muggleborn, besting him, the dark and powerful Alpha. He was a part of the group that invaded Hogwarts, he personally and purposefully sought me out and he tried to kill me until Bill, my eldest brother, intervened. Bill's face is now scarred for life and he's part wolf as Greyback bit him, luckily it wasn't a full moon. My next encounter with Greyback happened whilst hunting for the Horcruxes and we were captured. By this point, Greyback's obsession with me was full-blown and I was offered to him as a reward, but first I had to be interrogated for information. On the final day of my capture, he demanded that I be given to him and the others didn't see any point in denying him his wishes. I was locked in a cell with him."

"What did he do to you?" Demetri asked, his voice coming out low, a barely heard snarl wrapping around his words.

"He wanted to break me. He wanted me to submit to him. He would be my Alpha and I, his bitch once he'd dominated me, but that was going to take time. I'm a very strong-willed person but after being tortured within an inch of my life, dehydrated and malnourished, even I couldn't hold on for long," she sighed tiredly. "He tortured me with magic and when that didn't work he described in detail exactly how he planned to defile me. I was so tired and I didn't have the energy to fight back. When he didn't get the reaction he wanted from me, he..."

"What did he do?" This time Alec spoke and she lifted her gaze to see his blood-red irises that were slowly turning black.

She blinked in surprise, before her gaze lowered and she removed her hands from theirs, her wand appeared and she waved it over her right forearm. It was clear what he had done to her, the barely healed wound on her arm was unmistakable.

"He bit me..."