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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 1

When she awoke, she was lying on a comfortable bed with a hand-knitted blanket carefully draped over her. Looking around, she was in a medium sized wooden hut that looked like it had been built by hand, but done so to utter perfection. There was a well built door, and even a small window. She looked at her wrist and saw it wrapped tightly in a bandage. She started to tug at it but a soft voice stopped her.

“Don’t. Don’t do that, honey.” Hermione saw that a woman had just entered the hut. She looked kind, with a soft smile and a very pretty rosy face. She was dressed in a simple dress, blue with a high waist and flowing bottom down to her knees. It, too, looked handmade.

“Who are you?” Hermione asked suspiciously, even though she felt no threat from the woman.

“My name’s Cami. What’s yours?” She asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hermione.”

“Hermione What?”

“Hermione Granger.”

“And how old are you, Hermione?”

“Nine. But I’m ten on September 19^th.”

“Well, Hermione, age nine, I’m pleased to say that your bite is nothing serious; it’ll be fixed in a few days and then it’s as good as new.” She smiled gently.

“Where am I?”

The door opened and a tall man entered the room. Cami got up immediately and curtsied to the man. She simple lifted a muscled arm and rested his hand on her head. She seemed happy about the contact and saw down again. He stood over Hermione, making her want to cower under the blanket, and put his hands in the pockets of his linen trousers, again handmade. He had shaggy black hair down to his ears and his bare chest was also muscled.

“Good afternoon.” He spoke gruffly in a deep voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, thank you. Who are you? where am I? What am I doing here?”

He chuckled deeply and crouched down at the side of the bed. “My name’s Fenrir Greyback. You’re at my home. After last night, I couldn’t leave you in the park, not after your bite. So, I brought you here, to my home.”

“Why?”

He ignored her question and looked at Cami. “How’s the bite?”

She lowered her head in respect. “It looks good, Alpha. One of the best I’ve seen. It’s already scabbing with only a little bruising.”

“Good.” He was especially pleased. “Well, my darling,” He said to Hermione, “you’ll be on your feet in no time. Until then, you’ll stay in here and get plenty of rest.”

“I need to go home. My parents will be looking for me.”

“Don’t worry, they know you’re here.”

“They do?”

“Yes.” He lied. “Now,” He stood up, “I’ll leave you to get some rest. If you need anything, just shout for Cami; she’ll hear you.”

He left but he visited her multiple times everyday until she left the hut two days later.

!”!

“So, Hermione, how are we today?” Cami asked. Hermione was sitting on the bed, ready to leave. It was the day when Hermione could finally leave the hut.

“Okay. Much better now I’ve had some rest.”

“Good, good.” She said, slowly peeling off the tape that held the bandage in place.

The door to the hut opened and Fenrir entered. Cami immediately stood and Fenrir touched her head again. She knelt back down but didn’t restart unwrapping the bandage.

“Hello, Hermione.” He said deeply.

“Hello.” She murmured back. Over the previous days, she’d gradually become a lot more shy of him, always dipping her head when he spoke, never looking him in the eye. Cami had told her that he had that effect on everyone.

“So, today’s the day.” He nudged Cami away and took her place and began unravelling the bandage while Cami left quietly. “Are you ready to see my home?”

She murmured, “Yes, Mr Greyback.”

“Please, call me Fenrir.” He said as he got to the final layer of bandage.

“Okay...Fenrir.” She blushed when she said his name. He thought it was cute. He removed the bandage and revealed her healed wrist. The only difference was the four small circles in the flesh.

“Well, that’s healed up very nicely.” He said, holding the wrist gently and examining it. He stroked the flesh with his thumb and smiled at her and she blushed and shivered. “Shall we go outside?”

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“How many people live here?” Hermione asked as they walked through a wide clearing. Fenrir was holding her hand tightly, walking slightly faster than her so every so often she had to jog a little to keep up with him. There was a large number of identical looking huts, some two stories high, in the clearing and then a river the other side of a wide circle marked out but logs. The huts were bordered by trees; a forest.

“At the moment, nearly fifty.”

“Why are they scared of you?” She asked. during their walk, everyone they’d passed had bowed, curtsied or shrunk away from Fenrir.

“They aren’t scared of me. They respect me, as they should.” He saw her look of confusion. “I’m their Alpha; I’m in charge.”

“Why are you in charge?”

“Because I defeated the previous Alpha.”

“How did you defeat him?”

“I beat him in combat. I killed him.” He said simply.

Hermione stopped and looked at him in fear. “Really?”

“Yes, of course. It’s the way of the challenge; ‘kill or be killed’.” He explained, looking down at her.

“What challenge?”

“The challenge for Alpha position.” He crouched in front of her, gently holding her waist.

“Why did you bring me here?” She asked timidly.

“I couldn’t resist.”

!”! Three Nights Previous !”!

As Alpha, Fenrir had wandered away from the Pack. The game in the forest was fine but he thirsted for something new. Something other than deer and the occasional stray dog or fox. Looking for his next meal, he smelt something wonderful, divine and oddly familiar. And it was young and juicy. A child. He saw her through the gaps of the bushes he was lurking in and as he took a step forward, he stepped on a twig. She looked around and he grinned to himself as he saw her face. Pale with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She had a cute little nose and a delectable mouth and lips. Shame about the bushy hair though.

He was disappointed when she looked away again and he snarled. She immediately ran. He pursued. Diving on her, he was about to sink his teeth into her when he got a nose full of her scent. It was his. She smelt like him, without ever having met him. And there was only one explanation for that. She was his mate. The one person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with...And she was a child. Beautiful in her youth and she will be beautiful in adulthood. But still a child for many years to come.

He turned her over and looked into her face again. He leant in to get a better smell when she batted his muzzle away. No-one pushed him away! Especially not his mate. Infuriated, he bit into her thin wrist, tasting her blood. Oh, how sweet it was. Grinning as she passed out, he released her wrist, licking it clean and happy that she would become like him. Manoeuvring her onto his back, he headed back to the Pack.
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