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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32023 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the world of Harry Potter. I merely write for fun.

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It’s been three days since Hermione left the Malfoy Manor. Three days that felt like weeks as everyone was anxious to hear what news the book had and the matter of Remus’ lack of a Wolfsbane potion was a heavy toll on everyone. Harry had asked Kingsley if he could gain potions for Remus but Kingsley was sadden to say that was no way that Remus could get a potion in time. Fenrir and his pack of werewolves had bitten a lot of people during the War and the fear for the new werewolves had concern the Ministry. All the Ministry employed potioneers gave the potion to them rather the werewolf veterans saying that they were more use to their wolf than those unfortunate ones.

Remus stayed in the small little cell in the basement which was just a makeshift one. He insisted on keeping Teddy at his grandmothers for awhile and took to living in the cell. Everyone kept him company throughout the day but he stressed the point of Hermione not coming in alone. His eyes were turning to little suns and his teeth were becoming sharper, as his appetite for meat increased. Each day he seemed to change to a new man, less than the reserved man he once was.

She kept researching the potion itself and the ingredients, tapping in the potioneer inside her. Yet until she perfected a batch, she needed someone to supply the rest. Hermione needed to find someone willingly to give out Wolfsbane with little to no charge. Most potion makers wanted a large sum to even make one small batch.

Hermione and her friends gain some wealth from the Ministry as their thanks for their service and sacrifice in the war effort. It was a pretty large sum but once Hermione did the math she noticed that the money would soon vanish if she was the one who bought the Wolfsbane potions. The ingredients were not expensive but not cheap either and there was the cost of commission. It angered her to no end that people judged a werewolf by its teeth rather the man that was there for most of the month.

Hermione was at her desk, looking at a potions book by Aubrey Orlando, hoping that she had a potion that was easy to make but could help Remus out. She huffed; a strand of hair flew up in the air and landed back on her nose. A tiny tap on the window awoke her from her reading. Looking up, Hermione was surprised to see an eagle owl flapping its large wings outside the window.

Crossing the living room, she lifted the window and the bird zoomed through. The eagle owl found a perch on the top of a matted couch. Horned feathers on the head turned and curled back as the safety orange eyes scanned the room. The sharp, shrill caw yelled at her giving her the impression it hated what it saw. The sharp talons preened the matted fabric, staring the witch down.

It lifted it leg, the eyes narrowed at the witch, a letter was wrapped around and tied with an emerald green bow. Hermione kept her wand at the ready should the owl tried anything funny. She pulled the satin ribbon away and grabbed the envelope. Attached to the lip of the envelope was the familiar waxy seal of the Malfoy crest.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Bloody bird,” she cursed, even without the crest the bird was obviously a Malfoy’s.

Dear Miss Granger,

Hopefully you have given this letter a chance, I would hate to send my owl and get the letter back. With a help with a dear friend of mine, we have translated a large amount of the book. Call it a dramatic flair but I wish for you and your friends to be here when we translate the last part. From what we have found, the book is something that no words can describe. There is also a matter that I wish to address. Please come to my manor at the latest.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione picked up a fountain pen and wrote on the back of the letter. It was a quick note saying that they would be there as soon as possible. Hermione sealed it up in a new enveloped and handed it over to the bird, tying it up in the same ribbon. Before the owl took off, it cawed at her angrily. Hermione sighed and handed the bird a piece of tea cookie that Ginny brought over. The Malfoy owl’s black beak nipped into the cookie and apparently finding it distasteful, dropped to the ground. The bird gave up trying to get a snack, at least one for its ‘superior’ taste and took off out of the window again. On the couch it left a small ‘gift’ behind.

The gift defiantly said a lot of about the Malfoys.

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This was not a situation that Hermione ever wanted to be in; going to Malfoy Manor alone. Harry was busy with another hopeless venture on building the bridge between her and Ron and Ginny went with him to help out as well. Hermione was willingly to forgive Ron but she needed to hear an apology from him first. To know that he won’t be a child about this again was enough for Hermione to trust him.

Hermione attempted to contact the other Order members but most of them were busy with something else. Not wanting to wait anymore, Hermione sent Harry a note and told him she was off to the Malfoy Manor. She didn’t tell Remus, fearing that the wolf would feel provoke and angry. Last time, the wolf took over and it looked like it wanted to rip the senior Malfoy’s elegant throat out.

Hermione sighed and knocked on the door. In a second, the door opened and the same house-elf, Whimsy blinked her giant steel eyes up at her. It only took a moment before the tiny creature’s mind caught up causing the poor creature jumping nearly a foot off the ground.

“Missy Granger, yes yes? Master not excepting you so soon.” the little lack of the understanding of grammar was almost cute if it wasn’t so awful that Whimsy didn’t know better.

“I can come back-”

A tiny hand grabbed hers tightly, pulling the witch inside the manor. Whimsy giggled, like a child dragging along a parent through a zoo. “No no, Missy Granger can come in. Whimsy will keep you company until master comes back home, yes yes.”

The creature might have been smaller as a goblin but boy was she a strong one. Hermione stumbled as she was pulled along by Whimsy before she had any say in the matter. Hermione gave up fighting Whimsy and let the creature led her on.

As they passed a still silent portrait, Hermione looked down at Whimsy. “Whimsy, have you ever thought of being freed?” S.P.E.W., was always on her mind even if she hadn’t pushed it any further just yet.

The house-elf let out a horrified squeaked and looked up the witch like she was a monster. “Whimsy would never leave, yes yes! The Malfoy Family Whimsy likes and Malfoy famiy like Whimsy. Did…did Master say bad about Whimsy?” golf ball sized tears started to run down Whimsy’s face rapidly.

“No! No!” Hermione felt guilty already, the bigger the tears the more guilt she felt. “Mr. Malfoy said nothing of the sort. Mr. Malfoy likes Whimsy.” Damn, the more time she spent talking to the creature the more her speech patterns Hermione picked up.

Whimsy smiled a fangy smile, “Does Missy Granger like Whimsy?”

Hermione nodded, “I do like you, Whimsy.”

A squeal with a heavy shriek sounded through the air as the house elf hugged Hermione’s leg. Hermione patted the creature’s balding head and pulled away as the strands of hair tickling her hand was coarse as straw.

Whimsy grabbed hold of her hand again and proceeded to drag her along further. Just as they made their way to the study, a noise pulled Hermione to a standstill. A loud scream filled every spare space on the hallway. Hermione felt a cold chill run down her spine where it exploded and filled her inside, covering each surface in a bone chill.

The scream was a familiar cry of pain. It was of someone yelling out for mercy as nothing but pain meeting the call. Hermione heard it from her own throat all those months ago. Not wanting to hear it again, Hermione yanked her hand away from Whimsy and pulled her wand out of the holster. She could hear Whimsy calling after her before Hermione would not let someone suffer again in this place.

Hermione ran through the hallways, the cries of pain as her invisible cheerleader, egging her on. Hermione followed it through many twists and turns of hallways, ignoring the screams of insults from the portraits that were not charmed silent. Obviously Mr. Malfoy never thought that she would be coming up this high.

She skidded in a halt, the long dark green rug pushed up into tiny wave at the friction. Before her was a door as the screams kept on coming and it was the loudest here. The gold plated doorknob was hot to the touch; someone wanted people out. Another scream pregnant the air, successfully pulling forth all the courage that Hermione had.

The added ward over the door was strong; already Hermione could feel the fierce magic cutting through the air. Once she set her mind onto something, Hermione could not break away. She fired spell after spell, weakening the ward along the door with an assault of magic.

“Missy Granger!” came the loud shriek of the house elf. She felt the large hands tugging at Hermione’s shirt. “Must not do that, no no!”

Hermione grunted, she held onto a powerful Alohomora, her wand crackled and strained against the force of the spell. “I have to do this!”

“Mistress will be-”

The ward exploded into sparks of magic. Hermione shielded her eyes as the shots of lights filled the air. The door creaked open and Hermione ran inside as soon as she could. If it wasn’t the long battle between the ward, Hermione might have checked out the room first before running in. The brunette heard a scream from the bed in the middle of the room and ran over, her wand vibrating in her hand.

On the bed was the source of all the panic Hermione went through. On the bed was a woman held down by thick leather restraints, her arms and legs spread apart. The body twisted and shifted along the bed, the eyes closed as if in deep sleep. The woman screamed again, her elongated heart shaped face bucking off the pillow.

Hermione felt the wind knock out of her as she saw the long and once shiny blond hair now matted and tangled. There was no possibly way that this screaming woman was…but all the signs pointed to it.

It was Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa let out a screech again, her legs pulling against the restraints, the sheets tangling up around her body. Hermione swallowed, even though this woman was a witness to her sister’s torturing of Hermione, Narcissa stilled helped out Harry. She lifted her wand and aimed the tip towards the woman, hoping that a healing spell would eased her suffering.

“I would not recommend doing that, Miss Granger.”

Hermione froze in her spot as that voice moved through the air. That eerily recognizable, rich, baritone voice could only belong to one person in the world. What strength she had left, she found herself transfix on her spot again facing him. He walked out of the shadows almost, as if he been here all this time.

“H-How are you…” Hermione’s voice did not sound like her own at the moment. “You should be dead!”

His onyx eyebrow up as his face was the same as always with a snow white hue to it. Hermione felt her heart jump into her throat when he made his way over to her, his polished black tailored shoes clicking on the marble floor. “Should be but someone had other plans,” he paused as his forehead crinkled, “Miss Granger, put down the wand before someone gets hurt.”

Hermione had only moved the wand down a hair when she heard a loud high squeak. “Don’t hurt my mistress!”

A flash of red zoomed towards her from the doorway at rapid speed. Before she could block the spell, Hermione felt a great force pushing at her as the red light hit her chest. Her legs went up first in the air which was soon followed by the rest of her body. As her hair tickled the floor underneath her, she felt strong arms pulling her right up. As the world started to darken and spin, she had only one thought in her mind.

Why was Professor Snape holding her?

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Author’s Note: I absolutely love Whimsy and I hope you guys feel the same. Don’t forget to review *hugs everyone who has*
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