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Legend of the Wolf	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 31881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Epilogue
- 6
- 7
- 8
Severus Snape looked at the werewolf in confusion.
‘This was my fault, Severus, because I didn’t heed the old stories. But then, to be fair, it was just an old wolf mother’s tale and I never believed it could be true . . . and what Hermione was offering was so tempting that I didn’t even really stop to consider it,’ Fenrir admitted.
‘You mentioned this tale before,’ Snape replied, frowning. ‘What makes you so convinced it has anything to do with what you and Hermione are going through?’
‘Because the story is Hermione and me.’ Fenrir sighed loudly, took a sip of his drink then continued, ‘There are two different types of werewolves. Most are humans who have been turned, but a few, a decreasing number of us these days, are born that way.’
Snape looked at him in surprise.
‘I know it’s believed that the true lycanthropes died out centuries ago and that all werewolves today are of human origin, but it’s not true. Some of us still exist, although we keep our heritage secret for obvious reasons. Like all races we have our old stories learnt at the knees of the wolf mothers, stories of wonder and horror, all designed to teach us and help us grow. But like the fairy tales of the humans, our stories are just that — nothing but stories.’
‘But a lot of Muggle fairy tales are based in fact, they just don’t realise it,’ Snape pointed out. ‘And plenty of wizards are convinced that the Tale of the Three Brothers from Beedle the Bard is true.’
Fenrir raised his eyebrows. ‘Are you?’
Snape shrugged. ‘I keep an open mind. Albus Dumbledore certainly believed it was true. He spent years researching the tale.’
‘And found nothing,’ Fenrir interjected gruffly. ‘That’s the point: they’re just stories and no one takes them seriously.’
‘So tell me about your story,’ Snape said.
He held out the bottle of Firewhisky he had just picked up. Fenrir leant forward, holding out his glass.
‘Lycanthropes share a human heritage,’ he began once he had sat back in his seat. ‘Although we’re Shapeshifters, the ancestors realised that we couldn’t survive without some human blood in us, so occasionally we mated with humans to keep the line strong.
‘Mating is a serious business for us, Severus. When we do finally choose to take a mate we do so for life, so the decision of whether to mate with a human rather than one of our own kind certainly isn’t taken lightly. Throughout history, the humans we mated with were turned by the mating. They became werewolves themselves, able to withstand the force our lovemaking inflicts. You see, once a couple has mated their attraction for each other grows until nothing but their mate has any place in their life. Arousal is strong and sexual intimacy happens often. It is an intensely and incessantly physical relationship.
‘Most of our stories revolve around the virtue of keeping our true natures hidden, but there is one tale, the story of The Moon Princess and the Wolf in which our hero, a handsome young lycanthrope, falls in love with a beautiful human princess he meets during a full moon. He is desperate to make love to her, to mate with her rather than just rut, so he woos her and eventually she falls in love with him, too.
‘But their love is doomed. The princess is unable to give up her humanity; and the lycanthrope, as deep in love with her as he is, makes love to her without turning her into a werewolf. This decision seals their fate and they become enchanted although unfortunately, the story was never explicit about the result of this enchantment or at least the wolf mother’s never told us much about it.
‘What is told is that their passion is strong and bright and eventually it tears them both apart. The desire shared by mated couples is exponentially intensified in these two such different races and their natural desire becomes a terrible thing. When together, their arousal spirals out of control and the couple are unable to keep their hands off each other, but the force of their mating has a terrible effect on the frail human body of the princess.
‘In an attempt to save his lover’s life the lycanthrope forces a separation between them, but this just makes things even worse. Unable to satiate their desire with each other their cravings grow until the pain is unbearable, a sickness that rapidly infects their entire bodies and souls. Trying to stem the agony, the lovers seduce anyone who comes into their path but the pain of desire never fades. However many people they seduce, however many times they climax, they can only find true happiness in each other’s arms and madness begins to take hold. Realising this to be true, the couple are reunited, but their passion overwhelms them.’
Fenrir stopped and took a large mouthful of his Firewhisky. Snape noticed the hand holding his glass was shaking.
‘What happened to the couple?’ Snape asked quietly.
Fenrir looked desolate, his voice cracking as he said, ‘The princess dies, her body unable to cope with the incessant demands on it from a vigorous lycanthrope lover. The lycanthrope, unable to function properly without his mate goes mad with grief and infects a whole town before locking himself away. He dies of a broken heart.’
Snape didn’t say anything for several minutes, just swirled his drink around his glass as he thought about Hermione’s strange behaviour and how it mirrored the story Greyback had just told him. He couldn’t help but wonder whether this was just some trick of the werewolf’s, but if that was the case, then he had no idea of its purpose.
He could think of nothing that could be gained by Greyback seemingly having Hermione in thrall to him, and from the way he had seen the werewolf act towards her, it was clear that he was worried about her, which pointed to deeper feelings between them.
‘So this thing that’s happening to Hermione—?’
‘Has been exacerbated by her remaining human. The massive increase in arousal and the need for us to mate twice each time will eventually kill her. Her body is not physically strong enough to withstand it, yet without help, we cannot stop.
‘You experienced first-hand what she was like, and we had only been apart for a few hours. Imagine what an extended separation would do to her . . . and me, too. You also saw what happens when we’re together. Neither option is workable which is why she has to be sedated. It doesn’t affect her when she’s asleep.’ Fenrir took another mouthful of his drink, emptying the glass. ‘Although I’m aware that’s obviously not a permanent solution to the problem, especially as it’s done nothing to stop my desire for her.’
‘One could say that it served you right,’ Snape retorted angrily. ‘You instigated this knowing full well what was likely to happen. It defies belief that you could be so selfish, Fenrir, but unfortunately, you do have precedent. When have you ever thought about anything other than your own craven desires, regardless of how they affect other people?’
Fenrir shook his head miserably. ‘That’s just the point, Severus, I didn’t know what was going to happen. I told you, I thought it was just a story, and everyone knows that stories aren’t true. To be honest, it was a spur of the moment decision made after only a few minutes of conversation with Hermione. I didn’t even have time to think about the story. It never even crossed my mind.
‘Malfoy was about to force Hermione into something she really didn’t want to do and I could help her out. I will admit I was selfish for desiring to make love to her but she was adamant that she had to remain human and the only way I could do that was to make her my mate. Anyway, you’ve seen what it’s done to me, too. Do you honestly think I would willingly have done that to myself had I known what was going to happen?’
He gave a small wolfish growl as he looked at his empty glass, then looked again at Snape. With a sigh the Potions Master reached down for the bottle beside him, unscrewing the cap and holding it out to pour some more of the liquid into Fenrir’s glass. After a moment’s hesitation, he added another measure to his own glass before recapping the bottle.
‘Unless you can find a way to help us, this is going to kill us both, Severus. I know you wouldn’t be unhappy to see the end of me but it’s not fair on Hermione, especially when she was just trying to get away from that hypocritical bastard, Malfoy. Look, I know I’m really putting you on the spot here, but is there anything you can do to help us?’
‘I’m not really sure what you expect me to do,’ Snape admitted.
Fenrir sighed. ‘I was hoping you might know of a potion or spell that could stop the terrible craving Hermione is feeling. If she at least can be cured of this, that would be something. You know the Dark Arts, Severus. There must be something that can help her.’
Snape shook his head as he said, ‘I agree that something will need to be done as we can’t keep Hermione sedated forever and the alternative is unthinkable. However, I can think of nothing off the top of my head although I suppose I have a few books I could consult . . . and I could mention it to Albus, see if he has any suggestions.’
Fenrir frowned. ‘Dumbledore? But I thought you killed him?’
‘I did,’ Snape said, his voice dark and giving away no emotion. ‘But as the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, I get to talk to all my predecessors including, on occasion, Albus Dumbledore.’ Scowling, he added, ‘He’s not usually of much help, but his great age and wisdom might be of use in this instance. He may have come across such a pairing in the past.’
‘You might be right,’ Fenrir conceded. ‘He was the only one the Dark Lord ever feared, so he must hold much arcane knowledge.’
‘And what about you?’ Snape asked seriously. ‘How are you going to manage this?’
Fenrir gave a wolfish grin. ‘I’ll survive. If you can cure Hermione then hopefully it’ll cure me too. Until then I can seek out . . . other entertainment.’ Seeing Snape begin to bristle he raised his hands in supplication. ‘I know you want me away from Hogwarts, Severus, and I will go shortly. I promise not to prey on any of your students . . . although I can’t promise the same for Hermione if you don’t keep her sedated.’
Snape took a long drink of his Firewhisky, then said, ‘It was fortunate that I was in my old study when Hermione arrived. Usually, I spend my evenings in the Headmaster’s office these days but the Dark Lord had requested a potion that I needed to complete. I dread to think what would have happened if she had come across poor old Horace Slughorn instead.’
He couldn’t help the wry smile that crossed his face at the thought of Hermione as she had been earlier, with the blustering and not very worldly-wise teacher.
Fenrir gave a deep chuckle. ‘I think she might have given him a heart attack.’
‘Hermione was on her way out of the classroom when I stopped her just before you turned up,’ Snape said. ‘She didn’t take me turning her down very well as she was adamant that sex was the only cure. I had visions of her running into a group of Slytherins like Draco Malfoy and his friends and was dreading their reaction, especially with her being naked and so volatile.’
‘That would have been an education for them,’ Fenrir replied sounding amused. ‘Although it’s lucky that didn’t happen otherwise Lucius would have been even more upset with me than he is already.’
Snape looked at him enquiringly.
‘If any of them had touched her I’d have killed them. As I told you earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to help myself; she’s my mate,’ Fenrir explained honestly.
Snape drained the last of his drink, then stood up. ‘I should go and talk to Albus. You need to leave the castle, Fenrir. I’ll contact you if I find anything.’ He looked towards the bed where Hermione was still sleeping peacefully. ‘I’ll leave Hermione sedated for the time being. I think it’s safer for everyone that way.’
Fenrir stood too and moved forward to clasp Snape’s hand tightly in his own much larger paws. ‘Thank you, Severus,’ he said gruffly.
Snape’s voice was grim as he told the werewolf, ‘Don’t thank me yet. I might not be able to find anything.’

Headmaster Severus Snape sat at his desk with his eyes closed, his hands clasped in front of him. To the casual observer, he looked as if he was asleep, but the portraits watching him from around the office knew that their latest addition was actually deep in contemplation. Almost completely still, the only thing that gave away Snape’s state was his thumbs, rolling over each other, moving of their own accord — ten seconds one way then ten seconds the other.
The portrait of Albus Dumbledore watched him worriedly as Severus debated. The situation with Hermione and the werewolf was an unexpected development that had seriously hampered Albus’ plans, although in truth they had already been shot to pieces when Lucius Malfoy abducted Hermione.
Albus had been relying on the intelligent young woman to aid Harry in his quest for Voldemort’s remaining Horcruxes as she was sensible enough to keep her impetuous friends under control and focussed in the right direction and to lead them into discovering that the Deathly Hallows were real, but Lucius’ actions had ruined that.
Instead, Harry had set off on his quest accompanied only by Ronald Weasley, who, although steadfast and faithful, was easily agitated and was all about the quick result. Without Hermione to draw Ron back, Albus had been worried that Harry’s quest would fail once the two young men argued and separated to go their own ways.
Fortunately, a stroke of luck had enabled Severus to get them to the same place at the same time and an attempt to recover the Sword of Gryffindor, essential for the destruction of the other Horcruxes, saw them helping each other once more and the friendship was restored. It was going as well as could be hoped under the circumstances but Albus still couldn’t help but wish that Hermione was involved.
How Severus was going to solve Hermione’s problem was a mystery, even to him. He had already known of the lycanthrope’s tale Severus relayed to him, as he had been an avid collector of stories from all races when he was alive and had always been touched by the tragic love story. But even in his long years, he had never come across a lycanthrope/human pairing before, nor had he ever read anything else on the subject, so he was at a complete loss as to what to suggest.
Snape had scoured both his own Dark Arts books and those owned by previous Headmasters but had not come across anything useful and he was certain time was running out. So far he had continued to keep Hermione sedated, but it had been almost a week now and he was worried about the effect that keeping her drugged would have. He had no idea what damage the potions he was keeping her dosed with would have in the long term and he couldn’t continue to keep her in that state, without any food and water, or she would soon perish.
Additionally, he had heard some unsettling reports about Greyback’s behaviour, which seemed to be deteriorating at an alarming rate with his enforced separation from Hermione. The werewolf had always been happy to infect and kill but it appeared his appetite had become almost unquenchable as his rage grew the longer he kept away from his mate.
The problem was that Snape had no idea what to do to salvage the situation. It appeared there were no potions or spells that could help to break the enchantment Hermione and Greyback had unwittingly put themselves under, and none of the previous Headmasters had anything useful to contribute.
It seemed the only option, although it went against everything Hermione had wanted, was for Greyback to turn her into a werewolf too. It wasn’t the ideal solution by any stretch of the imagination and could potentially cause far more problems in the long-term, but the fact was that Hermione couldn’t remain human and survive her relationship with Greyback — so there really was no other choice.
Snape sighed as he remembered the sounds he had heard the couple making in his classroom that had turned his stomach and filled him with dread. Surely becoming a werewolf would be better than having to suffer that every time, especially when her death would be certain to occur eventually . . . wouldn’t it?
He just hoped that Hermione would agree.
It was patently unfair that she had been forced into this situation but having made the decision she now had no choice but to be pragmatic about it, although Merlin only knew what she would be like after the transformation. Would she still be the intelligent, engaged young woman she had always been, or would her animalistic side and her desire for her mate overwhelm and subsume that side of her?
Albus’ plans regarding the Potter boy were on the verge of coming to fruition, which would shortly mean the long-awaited confrontation with Voldemort. Snape was aware of the important part Hermione had to play in keeping her friends focussed on what needed to be done and wondered gloomily whether she would be capable of doing that as a werewolf, or whether her friends would even accept her in that state.
His thoughts turned to Remus Lupin. Things hadn’t been easy for him as a werewolf but he had managed well enough and was a friend to Potter and many others. There was no reason Hermione couldn’t do the same and once turned she might even be able to temper the behaviour of her mate.
For a second he wondered where Greyback’s allegiance now lay. The werewolf had always been a supporter of the Dark Lord because the wizard had been happy to allow him free rein to do as he wished but how would he feel now when his mate was on the opposing side? Could Fenrir be convinced to come over to their side?
Snape debated his position and whether he dared risk exposing himself to find out, then decided he didn’t. He couldn’t risk everything he and Albus had worked so hard to achieve only to throw it all away at the last moment because of a stupid glitch. If Hermione managed to retain her human traits she could tackle that mountain. He had to focus his mind on helping Potter . . . and explaining to Hermione why she had to become a werewolf.

Severus Snape had been reluctant to recall Greyback to the school, not sure how the werewolf would react once he was with Hermione again or whether he would go on a mad rampage amongst the students once he learned that Snape had failed to find anything to help him and his mate. Fenrir had always preferred to attack children when the opportunity arose, and Snape couldn’t help but feel that allowing him into Hogwarts was asking for trouble.
However, with Hermione still sedated and with time being of the essence considering the way other situations were lining up, Snape felt he had little choice. He needed to wake Hermione, but he wanted to explain his hard-considered decision to Greyback and get his thoughts about it before he did so.
He carefully studied the werewolf as Greyback joined him in his classroom. Snape led the way into his old office and through to his private quarters, watching with interest as the hulking beast gazed longingly at Hermione. It was clear that the separation from her had taken its toll on Greyback; he seemed to be having some trouble retaining his most human form.
‘Tell me you’ve found something,’ Fenrir growled as Snape tried to usher him towards the seats by the fire.
Snape didn’t reply as he retrieved the much-reduced bottle of Firewhisky from the cupboard and brought it and two glasses to where the werewolf waited. He spent a few seconds opening the bottle and pouring the liquid before passing a glass to Greyback.
‘I’m sorry, Fenrir, I am unable to find anything to stop the enchantment,’ Snape replied slowly, his voice sombre. ‘Although your story is known, it is not a well-known tale outside of lycanthropic circles and none of the previous Headmasters has ever known of a human/lycanthrope pairing before this one.’
‘But your Dark Arts books,’ Fenrir said desperately. ‘Surely they must contain something, Severus — even if it’s not our specific pairing.’
Snape shook his head and replied coldly, ‘I can assure you that I have researched every possible tome and none of them deals in any way with the sort of problem you and Hermione have unleashed. I know it isn’t the answer you were hoping for, but I can’t help you.’
Watching as Greyback, scowling fiercely at Snape’s response, took a large mouthful of his drink, Snape continued, ‘Neither am I able to keep Hermione sedated any longer. I have been able to give her a little fluid to ensure she doesn’t die of thirst but I am not willing to allow this to continue indefinitely. I know that this will raise difficulties but I am already unsure what effect the potion has had on Hermione’s mind; I am aware of the problems long term exposure to it causes. She will need to be awakened tonight.’
Fenrir looked worried. ‘You do realise that as soon as she wakes she’ll be desperate for sex, don’t you?’
Snape nodded. ‘I am aware her . . . desire is likely to erupt upon waking but there is no other choice. I am not willing to leave her as she is . . . nor should you be.’
‘I’m trying to think of Hermione,’ Fenrir retorted, stung by Snape’s comment. ‘You have no idea how much of a toll our mating takes on her body, Severus, and I dread to think how frenetic our rutting will be after so long apart. Keeping away from her has been a monumental task for me; once she’s awake it will be impossible.’
‘You could leave,’ Snape suggested, although he knew Greyback would never agree to this.
‘So you can fuck her?’ Fenrir growled. ‘Still feeling sore that I stopped you last time?’
Snape shook his head and sighed. ‘No, I just thought it might be easier for Hermione if you weren’t here to stoke the arousal further.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ Fenrir said, sounding frustrated. ‘The feeling inside her will be there whether I am or not and it will continue to grow, to overwhelm her until we mate, however many times she does it with someone else. Only I can give her what she needs . . . and even that doesn’t last long.’
‘Then the obvious thing for you to do is to turn her into a werewolf. You told me before that previous human mates were turned during mating; surely you can do the same with Hermione,’ Snape said matter-of-factly. He took a sip of his Firewhisky, then continued, ‘I know you’re desperately trying to stick to your agreement with Hermione that she remain human, but as you said it’s going to kill her, and sooner rather than later. She’s not a stupid girl. I’m sure that once the situation has been properly explained to her she’ll understand that she has no choice but to transform. She already knows a transformed werewolf so she will be aware that she will be able to live well enough. This would solve all your problems, surely?’
Fenrir began shaking his head when Snape first started speaking, but now he looked frantic.
‘I can’t do it,’ he told the surprised teacher. ‘It’s not possible or don’t you think I would have already gone down that route? I would do anything rather than give Hermione the pain she’s in, surely you must realise that by now?’
‘I don’t understand the problem,’ Snape admitted. ‘I assume it’s not because you’re worried that changing her will go wrong and you’ll kill her?’ He frowned. ‘Is it something to do with the amount of time she’s remained human since you were first mated?’
Fenrir shook his head. ‘No, that wouldn’t matter, turning can take place at any time. There’s no physical reason for me not to do it except that it would kill us both.’ Snape’s face took on a look of confusion. ‘What I didn’t tell you before, Severus was that Hermione was so worried about me turning or killing her that she made me make an Unbreakable Vow,’ Fenrir explained unhappily. ‘It binds me from being able to do anything to save her in the usual way. That’s why I sent her to see you, hoping that you could find a way to help us. Unless you know of a way to break the vow I can do nothing to end our suffering.’
Snape shook his head looking grave. ‘There is no way to break an Unbreakable Vow, that’s why it’s called unbreakable.’ He sighed. ‘I understand why Hermione would seek that protection but it’s a real shame she did so as it’s completely blocked the way forward.’ He took another sip of his drink, thinking. ‘Unless . . . .’
‘Unless what?’ Fenrir jumped on his words at once.
Snape shook his head, swilling the Firewhisky round his mouth, then he swallowed. ‘No . . . I don’t think you’ll like the thought I had,’ he said slowly.
‘Tell me,’ Fenrir barked. ‘Anything’s worth considering at this point.’
Snape shrugged. ‘You’re unable to turn Hermione because of the vow you made with her. I was just wondering whether another werewolf—’
Fenrir gave a loud angry growl and bared his now definitely more wolf-like teeth at Snape.
‘Hermione is my mate,’ he said heatedly. ‘No other werewolf would dare to touch her. They know I would kill them if they dared to even sniff her.’
‘But surely, in this case, it’s different. You can’t turn Hermione but another werewolf could and then your problem would be solved,’ Snape said, trying to sound reasonable.
Fenrir appeared to be attempting to calm himself down.
‘It’s not going to happen, Severus. The only sure way to turn Hermione safely is during mating. No other werewolf would rut with my mate as he would know it would immediately result in his death. But even if it weren’t taboo, none would touch Hermione. I told you, lycanthropes mate only once in their lives and none would choose a mate who was already mated to another — and a human turned werewolf wouldn’t be able to effect the change required for Hermione to survive. Only I can turn Hermione, and because of her vow, that is now impossible.’
‘If that’s the case then Hermione is doomed to die like the princess in the story did,’ Snape said sharply. ‘But unfortunately, that changes nothing. I still have to wake her up. I’m sorry, Fenrir.’ He looked intently at the distraught werewolf. ‘How is this going to affect you?’
‘When I kill her, you mean?’ Fenrir asked gruffly. ‘I don’t know. In the story, the lycanthrope went mad before he died of grief. The story wasn’t specific about how he died but I know he didn’t last long after the princess was taken away from him.’
Snape considered the werewolf’s response for a moment before asking, ‘What would happen to Hermione if you were to die before her? Would she recover or would the overwhelming desire still consume her?’
Fenrir shrugged. ‘I have no idea and nothing to base a guess on — although I’ll be honest, Severus, as selfish as it sounds I’m not willing to give up my life on the strength of a vain hope that Hermione would be saved. I want to focus on a way of saving us both.’
‘But you already know that isn’t possible so perhaps you should consider sacrificing yourself,’ Snape retorted coldly. ‘Hermione is going to die if you continue the way you are — nothing can change that, according to you. You told me the werewolf in the story died too, so you’re both doomed anyway. Surely if Hermione really means that much to you, you’d be willing to do anything to save her life.’
Fenrir said nothing but scowled at Snape.
‘You also need to give some thought to your position in the upcoming war,’ Snape continued. ‘If Hermione manages to survive for a while what is going to happen when the battle between Potter and the Dark Lord begins, as it is sure to before too long? Your mate is Muggle-born and as such is an automatic enemy of Voldemort and she’s also a close friend of Potter’s. What will that mean for you and your pack?’
‘If that happens then I will follow my mate, of course. I have no loyalty to Voldemort and certainly none to those like Lucius Malfoy who blindly follow him. Despite everything, I rather like you, Severus, and wouldn’t choose to be on a different side from you but Hermione is my only interest now and I must do everything in my power to help her rather than that megalomaniac,’ Fenrir said honestly.
Snape nodded understandingly. ‘Are you ready for Hermione to be woken?’
‘How do you intend to do it?’ Fenrir asked.
‘I have a potion to give her. It will work immediately,’ Snape replied.
Fenrir's expression held a mixture of anxiety and excitement. ‘Can I give it to her, Severus?’
Snape looked at the werewolf appraisingly for a moment. He was well aware of what was likely to happen once Hermione was awake, having been through it with her before, and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stop the couple any more than he had been able to last time.
Although risky, as Hermione’s condition wasn’t much improved over what it had been when she had been put to sleep, it was probably better that Greyback be the one to wake her, especially as he had other pressing situations requiring his intervention: Potter needed yet another gentle nudge to get him back to Hogwarts, and Snape wanted to talk to Albus about his thoughts on what would happen to Hermione should Greyback die before her.
The news that the werewolf was willing to fight on the side of the Order of the Phoenix was positive, too, in a way — as long as Hermione was still alive, otherwise, all bets would be off — another reason to get Potter back to the school as soon as possible to ensure he was as well prepared for his confrontation with Voldemort as Snape could manage.
He stood and drew a small dark blue bottle from his robes, holding it out to Greyback who stood to join him.
‘I have other business to attend to, so I can give you and Hermione some privacy for a while.’
‘Thank you, Severus. You have no idea how grateful I am,’ Fenrir told him.
‘You forget that I’ve already experienced the two of you together. Just make sure you explain to Hermione properly the gravity of the situation, Fenrir. She needs to be aware of what you’ve condemned her to. You owe her that much at least.’
‘I will explain everything to her, I promise,’ Fenrir said.
Snape nodded, looking vaguely satisfied. ‘I will be back in an hour. I suggest you ensure you’re both presentable when I arrive. And please, try not to kill Hermione.’
Fenrir, who had been grinning at Snape’s first comment, began to growl again at his second.
‘You make it sound like I want her to die. I don’t. There’s nothing I want less.’
Snape patted Greyback’s shoulder in a sympathetic manner. ‘I know that, Fenrir. I’m going now. Good luck.’
As Snape left the room he glanced back at Greyback, who was already leaning over the bed, his large clawed hand stroking back Hermione’s hair as he crooned sweet words she couldn’t yet hear.
- Once he closed the door and walked through his study heading for the Headmaster’s office, Snape prayed to every god he could think of that Hermione would survive the upcoming encounter with her werewolf mate and would be well enough to aid her friends once they returned to the castle.
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