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The Girl Amongst The Wolves	By : albamezzora Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 27847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 13

She began to descend the stairs, not needing to fake fear or hyperventilation. As she went down, she froze when she saw Bellatrix Lestrange come round the bend. They both froze, Hermione in fear, Bellatrix in confusion and amusement. When the Gryffindor turned and tried to go back, Bellatrix cackled and grabbed the back of her hair.

“Not so fast!” She snarled, pulling her against the body. Hermione knew it was useless to struggle, so she held her hair in an attempt to soften the hold Bellatrix had on her scalp.

“So we have ickle baby Potter’s best friend, do we?” She ran her wand down Hermione’s cheek threateningly. “Not half bad. Maybe when Greyback isn’t around-”

“Lestrange! You lay on disgusting finger on my mate; I’ll snap your arm off!” Growled a deep imposing voice from behind them. Bellatrix spun round, making Hermione stumble on the stairs. When she saw Fenrir, Hermione couldn’t decide who was worse; him or Bellatrix.

“Oh, spoil my fun, mongrel.” Fenrir growled but swiftly caught Hermione as Bellatrix pushed her towards him. Fenrir pulled Hermione against his body, wrapping his arm over her right shoulder and holding her left hip tightly. They awkwardly followed Bellatrix up the stairs to the loft and came to see Draco pointing his wand at a defenceless Dumbledore.

“Well. Look what we have here.” Bellatrix grinned, walking to Draco, congratulating him and kissing the back of his neck.

“Good evening, Bellatrix.” Dumbledore smiled. His eyes flicked to Hermione and they shared a regretful but understanding look. He simply looked around the others. “I believe introductions are in order.”

“Love to, Albus, but I’m afraid we’re on a bit of a tight schedule.” She turned to Draco. “Do it.”

Draco faltered. Fenrir growled. “Doesn’t have the stomach, just like his father. Let me finish him off my way.” His grip on Hermione tightened at the thought of killing.

“No! Draco is to do it! What are you waiting for? Do it! Now!”

Everyone waited for what seemed like hours, until a calm voice came from behind them. “No.” It was Snape.

“Severus.” Everyone looked back to Dumbledore. He looked completely exhausted and drained. “Please.”

No one dared to move. Snape raised his wand and in a horrible green flash, Dumbledore was dead. The Death Eaters ran over to the balcony and looked over to see Dumbledore’s falling body, his eyes still open. Hermione began to weep, while Bellatrix cackled and shot a spell into the sky, creating a Dark Mark in the clouds. Fenrir had to pry Hermione’s hands off the railing as she cried for her fallen professor. He pulled her back against his body and dragged her down the stairs after the other Death Eaters.

They ran through the forest, heading out of Hogwarts grounds in order to Apparate. Fenrir kept a tight hold on Hermione’s hand as he led her through trees and down a slope. She was both surprised and horrified when they emerged out of the forest near to Hagrid’s hut.

‘Please don’t be home.’ She begged in her mind.

“Hagrid? Hello?” Bellatrix cooed.

“No!” Hermione tried to lash out at the woman as she and a Death Eater searched Hagrid’s hut.

“Stop.” Fenrir said simply, pulling her back.

“Snape!”

Hermione turned her head to see Harry running down the hill. She glared at Fenrir. “If you hurt him...”

“The Dark Lord doesn’t want him now. You needn’t worry.” He soothed, stroking her cheek with his hand. She went to slap his hand away when she heard a ‘whoosh’ and a sudden blare of fire filled the area as Bellatrix torched the hut, cackling and cheering.

“No!” Her instinct told her to charge at the woman. She managed to break away from Fenrir, though she only got a few steps before she was tackled to the ground and rendered unconscious.

!”!

Sleep ebbed away from her mind like a wave, slowly drawing her back to the world, although all she heard was complete silence. She turned her head and sighed to herself as sounds began to come back to her, as well as the feel of a person beside her. It then suddenly occurred to her that she was in a bed with thick comfy blankets. They were pulled up to her chin, thus keeping her pleasantly warm and cosy. Slowly, voices began to become clearer and sharper and she started to be able to understand them.

“How do you know we can trust her?” Demanded a female voice. Hermione’s fogged brain was able to determine that it was Bellatrix Lestrange. “She’s been with them for two years, how do you know she isn’t a spy?!”

“I don’t think so, Bellatrix. And it doesn’t matter anyway. She must do everything I tell her.” Fenrir scoffed.

“So if we tell her to-”

“There will be no ‘we’, just me!” He snarled. “She is my mate, my property and mine to control!” Fury rose within her, threatening to boil over if he said anything like that again. “She will do as I say, even if she may not like it.”

Anger coursed through Hermione and she growled and opened her eyes, sitting up in bed. “I will do no such thing, Greyback!”

“Oh, look who’s up!” Fenrir laughed.

“You may have me in a strange place away from the people I love but you will never-”

“Stop talking.” He said simply. Hermione was horrified by how her mouth immediately closed and her speech stopped dead in her throat. Bellatrix threw her head back at this, cackling to the ceiling. Hermione’s eyes flashed amber with rage. “Oh, Greyback, if looks could kill...” She cackled as she slapped his back.

Fenrir wore a bored look on his face. “Does that satisfy your suspicions?”

“Enough of thissss, Fenrir.” Hermione’s eyes snapped to an occupied armchair that she hadn’t even noticed at the other end of the room. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes fell up the cloaked form of Lord Voldemort. Although the room was fairly well lit, darkness seemed to surround him as he stood up and approached them. “We both know what needsssss to happen.”

Fenrir reached out and held Hermione’s hand. “Milord, please-”

“Silence, Fenrir!” He turned his head to look at Hermione, who was silent with fear. “The Obliviate needs to be removed.”

Fenrir visibly sagged with relief. “Of course, milord.”

Hermione looked between them. “What Obliviate?”

“Dumbledore placed one in your mind when the Order of the Phoenix captured you two years ago.”

“They didn’t capture me, they rescued me!” She snapped.

Voldemort twirled his wand between his long bony fingers, making no attempts to hide his boredom. “Rescued you from what exactly?”

“From him!” She yelled at Fenrir, getting out of the bed. “They were protecting me from you and all the things you did to me!”

“Things like what?!” Fenrir demanded.

“You hit me, yelled at me, belittled me!”

“I did no such thing!” He bellowed back, determined to make the girl listen, even though he knew the girl standing in front of him wasn’t His Hermione.

“Fenrir, this is of no importance. You can quarrel later. Right now, we have bigger issues at hand.” He lifted his wand and aimed it at Hermione’s forehead, right between her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Don’t point that thing at me!”

“Ssssilence, now Miss Granger, it’s time for you to remember.”

“Don’t! Don’t even-” She passed out.
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