"You'll never get away with this," Lyra said, tilting her chin up in defiance, though she knew she was only asking for more trouble as she watched the werewolves gathering behind their alpha, his bloodlust egging his pack on. "She's going to kill you."

His barking laugh echoed off the walls while the rest of his pack stayed silent, knowing their leader's temper was not to be tested.

"A mudblood? Kill me?" He asked, his golden eyes glowing as if they were the moon. "She's already tired," he sneered, pulling aside the collar of his shirt to reveal burn scars running down his collarbone, disappearing beneath the fabric of his shirt. "It's about time I get my payback for what she's done to me."

"If anything, she's improved your looks," Lyra quipped, the nerves flowing through her making her more chatty. "You really should be thanking her–" Lyra's sentence was cut off as the man backhanded her, snapping her head to the side and causing blood to fill her mouth.

She glared up at the man, the smile he flashed with his pungent breath and rotting teeth doing nothing but causing her stomach to roll. Leaning in closer, Lyra tried to turn her face away, but his hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to keep eye contact with him.

"My contract says that I can't kill a Malfoy; that doesn't mean I can't do other things."

The sound of his dark cloak shifting as he reached for his pants had Lyra squirming, trying to do anything she could to break free. He held her firm, though, as if it were no effort for him to control her movements. His touch was cold, and her magic screamed for her to fight.

"You can't!" She shouted, still trying to twist out of his grip.

"I can," he growled, his nose pressing into the crook of her neck. Beside them, Scorpius was making a racket, his voice muted by the gag one of the pack members had shoved in his mouth after they'd woken him. "I'll let your squib brother watch; send a video of me shredding your virgin cunt apart to your mummy and daddy."

"NO!" Lyra screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks as the monster freed himself. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks as Scorpius tried to fight the magic holding him in place.

Lyra recoiled at the werewolf's touch, but it didn't deter him. It seemed as though it were more enticing than anything as his smile widened, and the barking chuckles from his pack sounded behind him.

Fighting, Lyra shook her head, doing everything within her power to keep the werewolf from reaching for the clasps of her pants. The salt from her tears slipped into her mouth as Lyra fought, doing anything she could to deter the wolf, but it seemed only to spur him on.

"Please…" Lyra begged, her eyes trained toward the dark ceiling.

As the calloused fingers brushed her midriff, the warehouse shook, and it was as if Circe's wrath had rained down upon them. A slab of stone fell from the dark abyss and crushed one of the wolves standing away from them.

"She's here!" The leader shouted, turning away, and any thoughts of Lyra were slashed from his mind. "Positions!" He shouted, running toward the exit, ignoring his fallen lackey.

As the warehouse shook again, Lyra looked at Scorpius, her eyes wide in understanding who had just arrived.

—

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she stood before Draco and Theo, slashing her wand in the air as she worked to dismantle the wards keeping her from her children. Her adrenaline pulsed through her veins, her magic sparking off her skin, but it didn't warm her. No, it was a cold and steely kind of magic, taking the shape of her urgency and desperation to get to her children, causing her to be more reckless than usual.

She had to get to them.

She couldn't fail.

As she broke apart the wards, Hermione felt the steady, silent presence of Draco and Theo behind her. This kept her mind clear as she muttered the spells and moved as quickly as possible. Letting out a breath, Hermione closed her eyes as she gathered her magic and pushed it forward, shattering the wards as they burst into the air.

"Let's go!" Draco barked, his voice cold but commanding, as he rushed past Hermione, his wand held out in front of him. Hermione didn't need to be told twice, rushing toward the warehouse in the distance with Theo beside her. Draco's spell shot toward the warehouse, blasting the large metal doors off their hinges with such a booming sound that the ground beneath her feet shook.

As they stepped through the hole, Hermione looked around, unable to see more than what the moonlight shone on the ground before them.

"What now?" Theo asked beside her, his breath heavy as he brushed his dark curls from his face. "Do we split up?" He asked, looking between his partners.

"Yes," Hermione answered just as Draco opened his mouth to argue; she held up a hand, stopping him. "We have to find them. Whoever finds them, send a Patoruns, and we'll come together."

"Absolutely not," Draco pressed, stepping toward her, his grey eyes storming as he narrowed them on her. "I'm not risking you. You don't know what we're walking into, and we're not going anywhere without backup."

As Hermione bristled, ready to rebuke Draco's argument, a barking laugh echoed off the crumbling building, pulling Hermione's attention down one of the long, dark halls. As she looked toward where the sound had come from, multiple yellow glowing eyes shone through the darkness.

"You think you can save them, Granger?" A gruff voice, dripping with disdain, growled, causing a chill to crawl up her spine.

As the werewolf stepped into the dim light, Hermione's hand tightened around her wand as she took in who had kidnapped her children.

"Fenrir Greyback, and here I thought you had done the world a favor and died," Hermione replied, widening her stance as she prepared for a duel. Hermione could feel the air around her beginning to crackle with the charged magic as the wolf neared her.

The werewolf let out another barking laugh, though there was no hint of any amusement on his face as he stepped closer to her. "Go get the children," Hermione hissed, not taking her eyes off Greyback. "He came from that direction, I'd bet anything that's where he's keeping them."

Not waiting for a response, Hermione flicked her wand. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted as the popping sound of Theo's modified portkey filled the small space. The anti-apparition wards embedded in the building's foundation made it impossible for the apparitionto appear.

The werewolf's wand flew out of his hand, crashing into the far wall near Draco, where the blonde wizard stomped his foot down on the wood, snapping it in half. Greyback let out a roar of frustration at the turn of events, but Hermione was still on the offensive, flicking her wand again with a wordless spell.

Thick ropes shot out from the tip of her wand, twisting around Greyback's legs, sending him crashing to the floor as he was bound so tightly he was unable to move. Beside her, she could see Draco fending off the other wolves, but Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the snarling wolf in front of her.

A flash of red light came from Draco's wand, as a stunning spell was shot at the advancing wolves. Their bodies were sent crashing into crates, rendering the ones he'd hit unconscious. Another spell was shot from Draco, sending a shockwave of magic through the air, knocking another werewolf off his feet.

"We need to get out of here!" Draco called out as the building rattled, the structure crumbling around them as the impact of the wards falling seemed to have decimated the building's supports.

"Not yet," Hermione said, her eyes still trained on Greyback as the wolf began to free himself. "This time, I'm finishing this for good."