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A Beautiful Lie	By : djackgirl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I make no profit out of this work of fanfiction. I merely own Genevieve and the story arc.

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So here is chapter four. I hope you enjoy and remember to hit that little 'review' button when you come to it, I love the feedback. Thanks to those who reviewed, I do greatly appreciate it.

Chapter Four: The First Snatch

Night brought out the worst in her new boss as Genevieve soon discovered. He'd woken around sunset and had been unpleasant to say the least since then. Every time he barked at her, she felt like elbowing him in the ribs or stomping on his foot and telling him to jump into a deep pit of Inferi but she'd remembered quickly that no good would come from her not cooperating with him and managed to keep her temper in check.

Now as she stood behind him in the small alleyway, Genevieve thought back to earlier when Greyback had returned to camp. She and Scabior had been sitting on the logs and he'd been telling her of some of the previous snatches and tortures that he had under his belt, terrifying her at the great pleasure he seemed to take in his job of hurting others. He'd come straight up to them and told the snatcher that he'd located three mudbloods who were on their wanted list in some seedy pub in Dublin, Ireland. How the werewolf had found them amazed her but she wasn't going to ask on the matter, knowing she didn't warrant enough importance to the werewolf to know such a thing.

Scabior had produced a map and once Fernir had given them the location of the pub, the snatcher had located safe and secluded areas for where they would each be apparating too. When she'd heard the tales of people being snatched, she had believed it was generally rough, dive in without a plan and grab the witch or wizard they were after but now as she got a firsthand look at the actual workings of a snatch, she found it involved thorough tactics and strategies.

In truth, she was amazed and intrigued by it all. Because snatching records had been destroyed from the first war, no one had actual knowledge of snatching or the wizards who had been employed by the Dark Lord at the time.

Scabior was intriguing also to the young Auror. He was highly intelligent and it made her curious as to what he'd been like at Hogwarts during his days as a student. She had no doubt he would've made a brilliant Auror.

Slowly he was beginning to prove to her that snatchers – or at least his group – were quite organized. He'd be a hard one to outsmart and outrun. By what she had learned off a few of the boys this morning back at camp, Scabior was intimidating, even to his men; he loved the thrill of the hunt and snatch but also took pleasure in torturing people for answers.

Genevieve was again reminded of the idea of how he'd torture her when he found out she was a girl; would he use an unforgiveable, or would he take his time, use more slow and agonizing methods? The flashes of what might happen made a shudder slide down her spine. She let out a shaky breath, trying to hold her nerves together.

The alleyway in which she and Scabior had apparated into was barely wide or long enough for the pair of them to stand in, and she didn't take up that much space. She'd been surprised neither of them had gotten a limb stuck in the walls of the buildings around them when they'd landed.

Scabior glanced round at her and held a finger up to his lips, the most devastatingly cheeky smile plastered across those thin lips as a couple stopped right before their hideaway, embracing and laughing.

Genevieve wasn't concerned with them however as her attention remained on her boss, her thoughts drifting into the forbidden area as she admired how cute he looked with that cheeky smile on his lips as he watched the couple, clearly not considerate of the more private moment they were sharing. He was a pervert, though Genevieve had to admit the two of them were hard to not notice. The man was all but trying to have sex against the wall right near them and she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to think of something to stop herself from blushing as fast as possible in the off chance that Scabior saw the crimson shade of her cheeks.

Hormones; Merlin she hated them terribly right at that particular moment.

She recited the famous witches and wizards from the past, beginning with Merlin and the founders of Hogwarts, hoping that the pair moved on.

Scabior chuckled suddenly and she glanced up to see the woman and man moving away. The woman shouting at the man over something and it was then that Genevieve noticed Scabior putting his wand away. "Don't 'eally wanna wait fer 'em to shag," he remarked, casually shrugging at her and Genevieve was silently thanking him for making them leave as it saved her the embarrassment of listening to people old enough to be her parents shag in such a public and exposed place.

Genevieve was not stupid; she knew that they were in a very seedy part of muggle Dublin about to enter a muggle pub and snatch three muggle born wizards. It was risky but if the boys had been right about their boss, Scabior loved the risk.

Her first snatch and she was being thrown head first into it. Fear spiked her nerves. What if they were seen or the muggles gave them trouble? She didn't know whether she had the strength to attack a muggle.

The wizard realm of Dublin was rough enough but the muggle side of it was said to be ten times worse. She knew that if they caused a scene there would be a whole bar of witnesses to anything that might happen and that could mean exposure if they were not careful with how they approached the snatch. A bar fight comprised rogue snatchers, rowdy Irishmen, a feisty little witch and a werewolf spelled nothing but trouble.

She moved back further into the small hiding place after a second or so, knowing they were waiting for the three to turn up still.

Her eyes watched Scabior's back intently; waiting for him to make any sudden move or command. She knew he was assessing everything that was within his line of sight and Genevieve had to, in many ways; admire his thorough methods of snatching.

Of course, the quicker and simpler he got the job done in a muggle populated area probably benefited the Ministry as well.

The sounds of rowdy cheering from their side of the street close by caught her attention and she straightened up as Scabior turned slightly to glance round at her, giving her the briefest hint of a feral smirk curling up the corners of his thin lips.

He jerked his fingers in a come closer gesture and she moved, doing as he told her. She caught sight of what she gathered were the three muggleborn wizards that they were after crossing the road and heading into the pub.

"We're gonna 'ave ter be careful, kid. Don't want yer gettin' killed on yer first snatch," he whispered and she just nodded, her eyes watching the side of his face intently as he watched the world outside of their hiding place.

His smooth voice poured over her and she began to wonder just how much trouble her hormones were going to cause her throughout this whole charade. In truth, Genevieve should hate him beyond words for what he did for a living but the fact that he had saved her life and was extremely attractive played strong on her opinion of him to.

Suddenly the closed in space was too constricting as her thoughts plagued her and she felt her heart pound faster in her chest.

Almost as though he could hear the fast rhythm, he spoke: "Relax kid. Adrenaline is normal–" He seemed to regard her for a moment, head tilted to the side before he shook his head and continued, "whether yer doin' it willin' or 'ot."

She knew what he meant by it and nodded a little, taking a deep breath and letting it out as a deep sigh.

If only you knew the half of it.

Scabior almost startled, which was unlike him. There it was again; that almost feminine sound that set a nerve in his stomach on fire as though a key had been turned in a lock, opening a cage and unleashing something he'd been restraining. Turning his attention to the kid, his brow furrowed as he pondered over the humming he'd heard earlier today and the sound he'd just heard come from the kid.

He shook his head. The notion was ridiculous. "Kid–" he began but stopped himself from continuing with what he intended to say. "Come on." There was a job to be done.

Scabior calmly slipped out onto the street and heard the kid following him. Heavy footed. He needed to learn to tread lighter. In a house attack, Quinn wouldn't be of any use to him if he couldn't tread as though almost a ghost. In his mind, Scabior was making a checklist of what he intended on working with the kid on; improving some things and teaching him completely from scratch so he didn't end up being a liability during future snatches.

Turning to face the kid, he pointed a finger at him directly. "No wands less I tell yer, 'ot it?"

Quinn nodded quickly. Scabior smirked and ruffled his hair, chuckling as it earned grumbling from the small teenager. In a way, he was using the kid to his advantage really. Aside from the way they were dressed and their accents, anybody would think the pair could be brothers, despite not looking related in any way. Scabior liked risking things and making havoc but with the muggle crowd large, by the sounds of things on the opposite side of the road, he had to do this the sly dog, inconspicuous way as much as possible. He didn't feel like having Yaxley coming down on his head for having witnesses, and muggles no less, to a snatch.

He wrapped an arm loosely around the kid's shoulders and led him across the road and into the pub.

The atmosphere in the pub was thick and choking to ones senses upon first stepping into the it was crowded with bodies twice as large as her own. All the tables were occupied and the bar was nearly packed, save for one seat near the end. She wouldn't lie if asked in that second if Scabior's arm around her shoulders made her feel safer because it truly did.

He may not have been overly tall for a man, probably five foot eleven at most but he was athletically strong, a natural strength that one obtained through hard work and not hours spent in a gym like many of her full-blooded muggle friends did. She'd seen his naked torso and she was impressed to say the least. She could feel the muscle in his arm against her neck from where he'd slung it round her shoulders and had she not stopped herself in time, she would've buried herself in against his warm side to feel more protected.

Scabior guided her towards the bar, pushing her onto the one stool that wasn't occupied as he leaned in against the bar counter as his cobalt eyes surveying the place intensely. She didn't need to be told what he was doing. He was looking for the three wizards they had come in here for.

Genevieve was surprised that he didn't have a look of complete disgust on his face. No magical inn, tavern or pub was ever like this; not as crowded either unless it was a holiday nor was it as noisy.

"Hey kid, need to see some ID." Both she and Scabior glanced round to find the bartender eying her off as though he knew something about her was off. She sunk into her seat a little as Scabior straightened up slightly.

"Lads nineteen an' he ain't drinkin' any 'ow," Scabior said briskly and just asked for the strongest drink the man could give him. Without any more hassle, the bartender nodded and went to get Scabior his drink. When he placed it down in front of the snatcher, Genevieve quickly realized that they had one problem.

They had no money.

"That'll be four forty mate."

Scabior only had galleons and she, she didn't have any muggle money on her. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of Scabior's lips as he turned around to face the occupants of the pub.

"Yer'll 'ave it soon 'nuff.'

She frowned and turned round in time to see Fenrir start a fight over in the back corner. Before she had time to even realize what was going on a full out brawl broke out between every man in the building.

A hand grabbed her by the back of her jacket and hood and without warning she was roughly jerked backwards over the bar counter and down behind it.

"Yer best be keepin' down here, darlin'," the barman remarked, patting her on the head as he knelt down in front of her.

Her eyes bugged out of her head and quickly drew her wand and cast Confundo on the muggle before she grabbed the nearest bottle and smashed it across the back of his head. She silently apologised to him and glanced round her hiding place. She needed to act quick in case Scabior thought she was hiding and was nothing more than a coward, even though most of the muggles were twice her size. Seeing what she was looking for under the bar counter, she smiled and quickly pulled the firearm out of its hiding place before checking to see if it was actually loaded or merely for intimidation.

It was loaded.

She climbed to her feet and jumped over the counter top. Scabior was being held by one man while another beat into his stomach with what she guessed to be knuckledusters. Both were almost twice his size and the rest of the snatchers looked to be enjoying themselves far too much too notice one of their targets had slipped out the back door.

They really need better tactics when in muggles occupied places she thought.

Walking over, she took the safety off and pressed it into the temple of the one wearing the knuckledusters. He immediately stilled andGenevievesaw him glance at her a little. She cocked one eyebrow and spoke: "Let. Him. Go."

It had the right effect. The man holding Scabior let him go and scrambled backwards as the other one kept his attention on her.

"Call the kid off mate," he remarked, eyes shifting to Scabior who was slightly hunched over, one hand clutching his stomach. "We let ya go."

"Kill 'im kid. Ain't nothing but a worthless muggle," Scabior growled back.

Genevieve knew which one was morally right and which one would her into trouble with her boss. Opting for a half-half on the situation she slammed the gun into the back of the man's head, knocking him out cold.

Turning, to avoid Scabior's glare and to see what was happening, she found Fenrir and Archie had hold of two of the wizards.

"Boss, we can't find the other," Beasley stated just as Genevieve took off for the back door.

"Hey!" Scabior called out after her. She could run now, apparate and just forget about this all but the sound of footsteps behind her as she raced out into the back alley, told her to be so stupid. "Where do yer think yer going'?"

"The – The – other – one he – he – came ou – out here," she explained and threw her hands up in defeat over her ridiculous stutter. Scabior nodded and drew his wand while telling her to do the same.

She did as he said and followed him as he walked further into the foul smelling alley, keeping close to his back. The alley only led to a dead end further back. "Apparated?" she inquired as quietly and steadily as she could.

"No," Scabior replied and she heard him sniff the air and quirked an eyebrow. "He is still here."

A bright explosion suddenly knocked the pair of them back. She groaned and shook her head, trying to regain her senses.

She could hear shouts and managed to get up in time to see Scabior shoving a man up against the nearest wall. Scabior punched him and then grabbed a fistful of her jacket and apparated.

Scabior hadn't meant for the awkward landing which resulted in the wizard being unconscious andQuinnfalling on top of him. He grunted at the weight and heard the soft groan against his chest.

Thankfully barely anyone worked late in the Ministry these days otherwise the site would've been even more awkward than it already was. The kid pushed himself up from off Scabior and moved to sit beside him, clutching his head in his heads.

He patted him on the shoulder, chuckling as he heard Fenrir and the others apparate into the empty and darkened Ministry corridor. "Don't worry, I promise not to do that again, kid."

Getting to his feet, Scabior told Beasley to pick up their unconscious target that had come with him and the kid before grabbing a fistful of his jacket shoulder and tugging him onto his feet. "C'mon yer gonna 'ave to learn to shake off wooziness quicker if yer wanna be one o' us," he said, pulling him along as they made their way through to the elevators.

He felt so nice to lean against Genevieve thought when they landed quite unceremoniously in their destination, wherever that was. Quickly pushing herself up to avoid any awkward glances as to why she would've cuddle into the warm and strong body beneath her, Genevieve rolled off him and moved to sit on her arse, head cradled in her hands as the world spun rapidly making her nauseous.

She felt his hand on her shoulder and wanted to push it off, tell him she was fine but she knew she wasn't.

Yeah right she thought as she listened to him give orders again before he was suddenly tugging her to her feet. "C'mon yer gonna 'ave to learn to shake off wooziness quicker if yer wanna be one o' us."

She tugged her jacket out of his grip and trudged ahead of him; keeping in line with Archie and Beasley and not wanting to talk much as she realized they were back in the Ministry corridors, a place she had once loved and now hated beyond all manner.

Her eyes fell on the large white figure within the middle of the hall near the elevators. A shudder went through her as she saw the white cravings of muggles at the base again. It had been bad enough she'd had to lay eyes on it once but this time her fear was replaced by anger and she had to turn her eyes away or else she'd draw her wand and blast the figure into oblivion.

The elevator certainly wasn't designed for the large mass of Snatchers, three unconscious prisoners, a girl and a werewolf. Cramming in, Genevieve almost gave off a startled squeak when she found Greyback right at her back. He chuckled and the feel of his chest rumbling against her back made her shudder. He not only stunk of rotting flesh and the like but he was pressing more and more into her with each passing second.

"Fan- Fancybo- boys?" she asked rather crudely over her shoulder, glowering at him and sending the entire elevator silent.

His eyes narrowed into a glare and he growled. "Yer got a lot of balls for such a pip-squeak," he hissed.

"Stop- Stop pres- pressing-"

He chuckled. "Yer can't even talk properly pip-squeak," he teased.

Genevieve glanced back round to the front, tears pricking at her eyes as she scowled at the floor. He was mocking her and she knew if she opened her mouth her words would be even more of a mess than they already were. Shoulders falling in defeat, she felt Greyback stroke her hair in a rather uncomforting way and took a step forward right into Scabior. He was watching her with an unreadable look when she glanced up at his face.

Right now she knew she should've taken her chances with apparating in the bar and away from them than standing in this cramped elevator with a werewolf teasing her.

"That's 'nuff mutt, leave 'im alone," Scabior said over her head and it took all her will not to turn around when she heard him grumble under his breath and poke her tongue out at him. It was a childish thought and almost brought a smirk to her face but she quickly stopped herself when it came to her mind that Greyback could easily kill her in seconds.

"Why yer so protective of 'im, Scabby?" Greyback jeered and Genevieve frowned, curious also of why Scabior was so protective of her, even though he had no need to be. In fact, if anything she was the one who owed him since he had saved her life.

Glancing up at her boss, she noticed he wasn't looking at her. No, instead he was looking over her head and towards the werewolf at her back. She prayed to Merlin that he didn't say anything to anger the werewolf into attacking for there was nowhere to run if he lunged for Scabior.

"Firstly, its boss or Scabior, any other name 'ill cost ya yer fingers an' secondly, I don't owe yer any explanation as to why I look out fer the kid," he shot back smoothly andGenevievealmost shivered at the tone in his voice.

Greyback huffed behind her and she suddenly growled when Scabior ruffled her hair with a chuckle and all the others laughed as the elevator came to a stop suddenly.
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