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Kidnapped Next day-
"Remus, where are you? Are you in?" Hermione has looked all over the place and wait, who was screaming?
"Auntie Hermi! It is I, Teddy, I am afraid." He sounded terrified, and Hermione felt sick.
"Sweetie, I am coming," she called to him, her voice all anxious.
She found him under the bed, went down on the floor, helped the four-year-old, sat on the bed's edge, and pulled him up onto her lap, "Teddy, my darling, baby don't cry, it is all ok." Teddy was trembling and visibly frightened, and strangely, he was very warm.
"No, it isn't, I have been hiding for hours. I heard all the fighting, and they took daddy away. I wish you stayed here all the time, why don't you? I want you to be my mommy," Four-year-old Teddy's hair was drab green, his I-am- scared or I-am-sad, hair. His head lay on her chest, and he played with her hair while he sucked his thumb.
"Who are they? Did you see them?" Hermione loved the child as if he were hers. If only Remus would pay attention to her, but he was hopeless. She also wished that Teddy was her son. Although lately, when close to the full moon, Remus seemed more attentive, however, she had the feeling that it was Moony. Yes, Moony, who had been after her even when Remus was married to Tonks.
"Dunno, they wore socks in the faces, they said that Grandpapa Fenrir would pay a pretty sickle for his favorite cub; you won't leave me alone Auntie Hermie, will you? They also said they were going to get his pup and his favorite bitch. Their boss wants daddy's bitch. Hermie, who is his bitch, am I the pup? I am a boy wizard, not like uncle Severy's boy, or am I also a wolfie, when I run with Grandpapa Fenrir, I am a pup, but I don't change all the time. Don't leave me Auntie Hermie, stay with me, okay? Why aren't you, my mum? Are you papa's bitch? " His fingers played with her hair, and he snuggled closer to her.
"Teddy, you need to come with me, we need to go to Uncle Harry. But of course, you will stay with me." She said trying to ignore the last remark, the one about a bitch. Where was Teddy picking up the questionable language?
"Thanks, I don't like Ginantonic, she is a bitch and not even heated, or maybe, not on the heat." Teddy told her bluntly, and Hermione's insides did a flip-flop.
"Teddy, what kind of language is that? This is the third time that you used the bad B word." Hermione was unhappy.
"Grandpa Fenrir says is all the time. A bitch is a female wolf; he says," that bitch smells fine." And calls Ginny, Ginanatonic, or says she is as good as one fine gin drink. But he likes the blond bitch, the babe; he said her pussy swells, or was her kitty-cat that smelled of pussy-willows when she gets heated, not sure." He bit his lip, twisted his jaw, and scratched his head, wondering.
Hermione turned red as-a-beet and started coughing. Good god who was Fenrir after?
Then she rolled her eyes. Fenrir Greyback got away from hand of justice by being an opportunistic son of a female wolf. And Teddy was not even five, and he was teaching the boy such words as the p word, and other equally improper words.
"And about the heat business, why did you say that?" She asked to gauge how much he understood. Teddy needed her in his life, and she needed to make time, or she needed to jump Remus, or maybe both.
"When you bitches are heated you can warm up a frozen chicken, a rooster I think. I touched Ginantonic but she is cold. Poor Uncle Harry, his roosters will freeze because she is not heated. Papa Fenrir is sad for Harry, because Ginantonic wants his bulbs at Griggots." Teddy sighed.
Hermione wasn't even going to ask, and she had to control laughter bubbling in her throat. She had to talk to Remus; Fenrir was a danger on legs.
Time to go to Ginantonic and Harry, hmm, she liked the name, and it had its grace. She did not like her at all, and Harry could do better. Hmm, maybe Fenrir was into something. And she giggled at Harry's cock being called his roosters, and to think of 'it' freezing in the unheated Ginny. The traitor deserved that and more, she laughed some more, and Teddy giggled, not sure about what. Heck, she kept having giggling fits, a frozen rooster, yes, indeed, Harry had it coming.
Before leaving she saw the pile of scrolls on top of the table and put them in his desk. She thought of reading them, if she had, she would have done things better and would have not walked into a trap.
As Hermione was walking out the Floo activated "Remus, are you in? Remember the appoint—"
"Mr. Malfoy, I am so glad it is you," Hermione exclaimed as Teddy screamed, "Uncle Lusus, my papa was robbed by weed eaters with face socks. They looked a little like Papa Fenrir's and you, wearing your play masks." Hermione smiled and pinched her lips at the Death Eaters' mispronounced references. But then, she frowned at the play-masks comment, good lord, they still had their Death Eaters' masks?
"May I come in?" The inverted projection asked and before anyone answered, he stepped in.
"Miss Granger, you seem quite upset," Lucius said ignoring Teddy's remarks.
"You shouldn't be here alone, please allow me to keep you company." Hermione felt something out of place, a nagging feeling, but ignored it.
Lucius flashed a smile. "Where were you going? And what was the lad saying?"
"I am going to see Harry, I need to report Remus' abduction, someone took him last night, and they are contacting Fenrir. That is what Teddy was trying to tell you." Hermione explained.
Lucius was leveled headed, "I agree, but do you mind if we make a quick pass through my home, I would like to pick up some important papers." And he stepped closer to them.
"I am not sure, I am in a hurry," Hermione didn't want to waste a second, and suddenly, she became aware that Teddy hadn't said another word. Thus, she looked at Teddy and saw his upper lip curled in a silent snarl that showed sharp incisors and also noticed his thicker, puffy, and, now, standing up hair.
"Teddy, those are not good manner—" Hermione admonished, just in time to see Lucius, already, pointing his wand at her, and in the next second, she felt the ground disappear under her feet. Nevertheless, she held on to her godson, and before she blacked out, she saw the lad shifting into an extremely cross pup, snarling and growling]
Prisoner A few minutes later
Remus woke up; he was in a cellar, or perhaps a dungeon, or in a dark place, somewhere unknown. He lay on a bed, and a pimply teenager sat near him holding a large Muggle rifle.
"I've a gun full of silver bullets, so don't try anything funny w' me." He said with a shaky voice, full of empty bravado.
"You better, because I will hurt you as soon as I am able." Remus growled at the dumb arse. Tomorrow it would be a full moon, and he would escape before then. Moony where are you, and why so quiet? No, there wasn't a peep out of Moony.
"Don't look for your wolf because we have given you a super dose of Wolf's Bane. We know about the full moon." The little arse smiled rather devilishly.
"Who are we?" Remus asked with feigned disinterest.
"We, as in me partners and me'self. My brother be a famous Snatcher, and he knows that you're Lord Greyback's heir." He smirked smugly. "We is asking for 50,000 Galleons for your rescue. So you know, my brother's in love with Miss Granger. He wants Lord Greyback to be delivering her to us." He smiled and showed a mouthful of yellow and dirty teeth.
At the mention of the punks asking for Hermione, he growled in anger, and Moony screamed somewhere back inside his head. Your fault, if we were married to Curly they wouldn't have tried.
Remus knew Moony to be right, damn bloody wolf.
"My son, where is my son?" Teddy what had they done with him?
"He wasn't in his room; we only found only his puppy under the bed. It was whining and scared. You gots a great guard dog, ha ha! B'sides we was told you're the one to bring," he added smugly.
A puppy, they didn't have him, oh, Gods. Remus reacted fast, only one problem at a time. Teddy was smart and maybe it was a good thing.
"If something happened to my son while he was left alone, your days are numbered. And as for Miss Granger, she is my fiancée, hence Greyback would never give you my future bride as your play toy. Moreover, I think your lives are in danger since he considers her family. Well, I think you might resign yourself to being carrion food. Ah, by the way, he calls Teddy his grandson, so I hope he is well, for both of our sakes. I cannot wait." Remus smiled a wolfish smile. The kid shrank back, shaking in fear.
"I cannot wait for Lord Greyback to come and tear you apart, and the silver bullets will merely tickle. I'll love seeing if you come out of this mess in one piece, or if lucky, alive." Remus was being honest. He backed up and lay down. His plan was to wait to be let out, when he sniffed the air and smelled a familiar scent.
It smelled of Hermione, how could this be? Ah, the smell came from the punk. He stood and walked towards the teenager, who shook like a leaf, "Stop it right there or you are dead." The young wizard's voice shook in abject fear, and he, barely, could hold the wand.
"What is that?" Ignoring his threats, Remus pointed at a filthy pink wrap around the young wizard's neck.
"It be a collectible, and it was Miss Granger's. A war memento she gave my brother when they met; and he's been offered lots of gold for it; I gots it for my birthday." He said proudly.
Remus remembered hearing Hermione tell the story of a Snatcher who still sent her poorly spelled love missives.
"Ah, Scabior the snatcher, some cover you have, and now that I know who you are, you must let me go, and I will forget about this incident. By the way, your brother stole the scarf when he took her prisoner, so much for meeting and giving; you are brotherhood of fiends." Remus growled.
"Not so fast mister, my brother is wrong, while the money is for us, Miss Granger is for someone else, we just delivers 'cause she's too fine for the likes of me. When we turn into rich folk, we go to Spain and get us a couple of pretty señoritas with curly hair." Scabior smiled when he entered the room.
Remus thought, indeed, the same poor dental hygiene, a toothbrush and paste will work better than money.
Scabior pulled his wand, conjured a hex to hurt Remus, and…nothing, his magic wasn't effective.
Remus sniffed the air as he advanced, he still smelled something familiar, but it wasn't Hermione. Moony growled in anger and the words he said, Fuck the traitor and double crosser, he kidnapped us, made Remus want to skin Moony alive; if only Moony were a separate entity.
Fucking Moony, I cannot believe that you are involved in this mess, was this the foolproof plan to get me to notice Hermione? Bloody conniving nincompoop, look what you have done. Who is the traitor? And look at the puppy, hmm. Fenrir and Snape will bite you, that is a given. Remus waited for an answer that wasn't forthcoming.
"You need to tell me, right this instant, who is the traitor and double crosser?" Remus growled. Scabior and his brother wet their pants when the half-shifted wolf approached the pair.