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Little Red Riding Hood, A Beast and A Potions Mast	By : Polypectron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and SSHG is not canon. This is a work of fiction. I am not profiting from it. All characters, places, objects and realities belong to J K Rowling and the Potterverse.

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The Casting is as followed:

The hating individuals: Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy

Grandmother: Olivander the Wand Maker

Beast: Fenrir the Werewolf

Woodcutter: Snape (Potions Master o'course)

Red Riding Hood: Little Red Mudblood is Hermione.

WARNING: this story contains graphic werewolf biting and assault, it does not last long but it is there. Also wizard on wizard fighting and intent to harm and murder. Set when Hermione is trapped in Malfoy Manor (with slight differences but was said inspiration)

All characters belong to J K Rowling and the Fairy tale belongs to time. Hope you enjoy.

Fenrir the Werewolf

Once upon a time there was a young muggle born witch who attended a magical school for witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts. She had two wonderful friends called Harry and Ron who loved her very much. One fateful day they were forced to run from the school because of an evil dark wizard called Voldemort who wanted her friend Harry dead. They had apparated to the Forest of Dean where they were ambushed by a group of hooded figures. Death Eaters. The trio tried to run away but the young witch got herself captured.

The witch was now being held captive in a gothic manor owned by the purist wizard family in all the land. The Malfoy family, for who they were known, served the dark wizard. They knew the girl was the smartest girl of her age and knew that her friend Harry would come looking for her. They kept her in the dungeon with a local Wand Maker who knew the girl well. He had fashioned the young witches first wand a ten and three quarter inch vine wood with dragon heart string. The Mistress of the house, Narcissa had snapped her wand in two and gave the girl to her sister Bellatrix.

Bellatrix hated the muggle born so much that she stripped her of her clothes and made her wear a little red hood with a large 'M' stitched into it. "You filthy mudblood," she screamed, "You will wear this so everyone in the land will know your shame!" Death Eaters passing through the manor's wrought iron gates would comment on how pathetic she looked and called her Little Red Mudblood.

Bellatrix liked Little Red Mudbloods new title SO much that she carved it into her arm. "Everyone will know you for what you are you filthy Little Red Mudblood even when you are stripped of your clothing. You are vile and filth, you are nothing!" she grabbed the girls arm and ripped her up from the floor, she was crying and sobbing and her little red cape was saturated in blood and threw her into the dungeon.

One day, while Little Red Mudblood was cleaning the entrance hall, a chore commonly instated to shame her, the Mistress of the house Narcissa Malfoy said to her, "My Lord will be coming to see the Wand Maker tonight Little Mudblood, "He will be 'visiting' the old Wand Maker and I require you to take some experimental potions down to the dungeon. I will not sully myself or even my house elves to touch them. You will make your way to the Potions Master and fetch them. Best get a move on, my sister will be waiting for you there. She will not take lightly to tardiness."

Little Red Mudblood left her Mistress behind and headed down the corridor towards the Malfoy's potions lab. The old Potions Master now sought refuge from his conviction of murder and had lived in the manor ever since she had been brought here. You see he killed the Headmaster, who ruled over the land, for the good of the Dark Lord. The Potions Master had been the Headmaster's best man, a cruel but trust worthy confidant who had assassinated him in cold blood. It broke Little Red Mudblood's heart to know him a murder but trudged along regardless, she would be vulnerable if she stopped.

As she was walking through the manor she came across a large, vicious-looking man with matted grey hair and whiskers. He had pointed teeth and long yellowish nails and was a known werewolf called Fenrir Greyback. He would have liked to have eaten her on the spot. She smelt so delicious, but he did not dare touch her because her screams would arise the suspicions of the Potion's Master. He pretended to be very kind and asked her where she was going.

The poor girl knew she was in danger, she knew his kindness to be sinister but she feared if she upset him he would eat her. "I am going to see the Potions Master, to take the Wand Maker some experimental new potions that Mistress Malfoy refuses to handle."

"How unkind Malfoy is to you, Little Red Mudblood," grinned the Werewolf, baring his fangs.

"Oh no sir," lied Little Red Mudblood, "she t-treats me very well, as well as I deserve. I fear the Mistress would not like to bother herself with the dungeon, best left to scum like me." She had long since played this little game of devaluing herself; it was the only way to survive in this place.

"Well", said the werewolf. "Such a shame a pretty little piece like you should be all alone" running a hand up her naked arm, "in the dungeons - best be careful Little Red Mudblood - my brothers will not be as kind as I this night," he fingered her cape, "not with you walking around like this - all exposed."

The werewolf set off down the corridors, pushing past the girl and breathing in her scent and her fear. The girl stared after him fearful and tried in vain to cover herself. As he disappeared she released a harsh breath and continued to walk until she found the right door. Steadying herself, to reunite with the traitor, she pushed open the door and walked inside. The room was quite spacious and the décor was pristine with a clinical laboratory and a plethora of specimens. In the middle of the room on a stool with spider like legs sat the traitor Potions Master wearing protective goggles and dragon hide gloves. He was stirring a cauldron that was spewing green mist.

"Excuse me Potions Master," said Little Red Mudblood tightly, "but I have been sent down by Mistress Malfoy to take some experimental potions to the dungeons"

The Potions Master looked up from the cauldron with a deep scowl as if trying to remember something long since forgotten. He stared up at the girl and pulled off his goggles, his eyes rimmed with soot from the cauldron. Little Red Mudblood stood frigid hoping he would not recognise her, if he had he definitely did not show it.

"Put on a pair of gloves and for merlin's sake an apron and come forward to collect the potions for the Wand Maker"

Where the girl stool lay a table with items. A pair of scissors, some cotton, some gloves and an apron lay there. Putting on the apron and gloves thankful for the coverage she approached the man she hated the most in the world. The Potions Master looked down his nose at her and pointed towards a spotless table, with three sizzling vials of an ivory persuasion.

"I am to presume you are Little Red Mudblood," droned the Potions Master

Little Red Mudblood nodded compliant

"Listen here Little Red I shall say this only once. These potions are experimental, volatile and horrendous be your consequences should a drop touch your skin. No doubt you have irked your Mistress to send you here to retrieve them. Take them slowly in gloved hands; I cannot cork them for it will disturb its true properties. Now go, before you receive a beating"

Little Red Mudblood repeated his instructions to herself but did not thank him for the little apparel he bestowed to her. She did not think to reflect it as a mere kindness and marked it as necessity. She balanced the vials together and they burned lightly in her hand. Grabbing the brown wicker stand they had been resting in. Walking out the room she did not look back to see the Potions Master staring in sadness at her retreat.

It had not taken the Werewolf very long to reach the dungeons. He reached up and knocked at the door.

Tap, tap.

"What?" came a cackled from inside.

"It is I, Little Red Mudblood, remember I am the filthy Mudblood that serves the house of Malfoy," said the Werewolf, disguising his voice, "I have brought you the experimental potions for the Wand Maker!"

Bellatrix who had made her way down stairs to assist in the torture of the Wand Maker called out, "Lift up the latch you filthy Mudblood and come in!"

The Werewolf lifted the latch and the door opened.

"Greyback? You filthy halfbreed I thought it was Little Red Mudblood."

At once the Werewolf leapt at the woman and ate her up in less than a second. The moon light shone through the dungeon bars and the Wand Maker lay stoneless in the corner.

"Don't you worry old Wand Maker" grinned the Werewolf in glee, "I don't take kindly to flesh that is rotting, I prefer a kind that is most alive, it is truly sweet." He closed the dungeon door. Sitting down against the dungeon arch he waited for Little Red Mudblood.

"And now we wait"

A few moments later she knocked at the door.

Tap, tap.

"Who is it?" came the gruff wolf's voice.

When she heard this Little Red Mudblood was a little scared at first as she recognised the Werewolf, but remembering her orders she responded, "Mistress Lestrange it is I, Little Red Mudblood remember I am the filthy Mudblood that serves the house of Malfoy, I have brought you the experimental potions for the Wand Maker!"

The Werewolf softened his voice a little and called out, "Lift up the latch girl and come in."

Little Red Mudblood hesitated slightly at the lack of insult but lifted the latch and the door opened.

The Werewolf sat up off against the arch and said, "Put the potions near the Wand Maker and come sit on my lap."

"Where is Mistress Lestrange?" asked the girl who had paled, the sight of blood evident on the Werewolf

"She is dead, I ate her"

Little red Mudblood placed the potions near the Wand Maker, carefully not to let them touch him as they bubbled and burned. The contents spilt a little but did not harm her only soiled the floor. The wicker structure that held them was very flimsy indeed.

"Now come over here already!" snapped the Werewolf, "and come sit on my lap!"

Shocked at the outburst, Little Red Mudblood obeyed and made her way over to the Werewolf. Noticing his mistake, the Werewolf gave the girl a giant grin and apologised. "I am sorry girl, but you smell so delicious I simply can't wait, you see I am your protector, outside my brothers crave you but I will ensure not one of them will take you"

The girl did not relax but complied. Walking over to the beast, she climbed into his lap and faced him. One leg over the either side of his waist exposing her maiden from underneath the apron the Potions Master had given her.

"Werewolf," she said shyly, maybe flattery would convince him to be gentle, for she knew that her assault or worse dead might be imminent, "what big arms you have."

"All the better to hold you tight girlie," said the Werewolf, snaking his hairy arms around her, "I reckon no man has touched you in awhile. Call me Fenrir"

"Ok. Fenrir, what coarse hair you have?" asked the girl, changing the subject, she pushed slightly away from the grip he was tightening.

The Werewolf grinned at her, exhaling a putrid breathe, of flesh, blood and gore, from the hellish life he led.

"So sassy" hissed the Werewolf, taking in a deep breath of her scent, "I have long abandoned my human consumption and find myself torn between wolf and the hunter. Day by day, night by night, I find myself becoming more of the 'savage', to put it lightly. "

"Would that explain," quipped the young witch, "Why your eyes are so large?"

His eyes flashed at her audacity but kept his cool, "Yes girlie, for these eyes make it easier to hunt. These are the eyes that found you."

The Werewolf ran his tongue over the girl's cheek. She shivered under his touch and felt wet trails of saliva running down in streaks. The rough hands of the Werewolf gripped her tightly, too tight for comfort. His nails dug into her skin and made their way under her apron. The Werewolf grinned at her when he found her tender perky breasts.

"F-Fenrir!" stuttered the girl in fright, "What big teeth you have!" she tried to fight off his touch. The way his grin turned sardonic made her realise her mistake.

The wolf licked his lips and grabbed the girl's breasts painfully. Little Red Mudblood let out a shriek and he laughed an acid laugh sending spit over her face. Pushing her forward onto the floor the Werewolf mounted her eagerly and ripped off her apron and her gloves to bask in her beauty.

"All the better to eat you with you pretty little bitch!" howled the Werewolf sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She tried to scream but he planted a rough hand over her mouth. Struggling in vain she could not push him off. The Werewolf licked and chewed and sucked at her flesh, moaning and groaning his pleasure.

"You taste exquisite nothing wrong with your blood"

He took a sizeable chunk out from her shoulder, sitting back on his haunches he released his hand from her mouth. Hollering in pain Little Red Mudblood filled the dungeon with shrieks. He laughed and chewed on the meat he had ripped from her.

Licking his lips and wiping his mouth crudely he regarded his catch with the most amused smile.

"I had intended only to eat you," confessed the Werewolf," but I can taste your innocence, maybe I should indulge one last time on the carnal needs of man. What you say Little Red Mudblood? Care for a Werewolf's company tonight?" he laughed boisterously and bared down on the girl once again, latching his mouth to her thigh and sinking in his teeth.

Fear, sweat, shame and terror. Nothing aroused the Werewolf's attention than such a deadly combination. The girls eyes rolled into the back of her head as he tore through her thigh and made it up to her maiden hood. But before he could feast on the girls mound he felt something smash against his head and liquid ooze down his neck.

It started to burn.

Looking up he could see fire in the girls eyes, blood red and tear stained she had smashed him with a vial. The vial intended for the codger Wand Maker, a Poison, a Truth Serum and an Acid Mixture. And this sure as hell did not feel like a Truth Serum.

"FUCK!" he howled falling backwards, "You fucking little bitch, I am going to tear you to pieces!"

Awkwardly the girl shuffled out of the way, in hand the vial she had managed to reach. It was all over her hand and it burnt and stabbed like a thousand needles. But she needed to get away, she needed to survive, she would not be anyones meal tonight.

Suddenly both could hear shouting and explosions. The familiar cry of Narcissa Malfoy could be heard but then was quickly silenced. Running could be heard coming down to the dungeon. So the Werewolf collected himelf as best as he could to attack the intruder.

"Expelliarmus!"

Before the Werewolf could register what was happening, he was blasted across the room and into the stone wall with a sickening crunch. He let out a deadly growl and looked up to see the Potions Master standing in the door way with his arm out stretch. His face expressionless and his eyes still rimmed with charcoal. The Werewolf launched from the floor but was caught in the side with another spell.

"You bloody traitor!" snapped the Werewolf, "I'll eat you alive!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of violent green light burst from his wand and the Werewolf was no more.

Silence.

The Potions Master had no time for theatrics; a horrendous battle was underway up stairs. He looked to the girl who was visibly in pain. He went to walk over to her but she backed away, picking up another vial. Judging by her hand the vial was either truth serum or poison. He would have to take a chance.

"Stay back you traitor!" she screamed, "I am warning you"

The Potions Master continued to approach her and she threw the substance at him.

"You silly girl" he hissed casting a shield, the liquid slapping against it and running to the ground, "stop wasting valuable research! The potion will eat through your hand. It is a concoction of my own and only I have the antidote." Holding up a small vial he urged her over.

Reluctantly the girl made her way over to the Potions Master. He sat her down gently and lathered her wound with the salve. Instantly it healed and replaced her eaten skin. Then applying it to her shoulder and thigh it was like new again. Transfiguring her apron into pants and her cape into a jumper he urged her to follow but her feet found her grounded.

"I do not trust you Snape," she sighed, "You killed Dumbledore"

"You must trust me" he repeated, now desperately urgent, "Nothing is left for you here the old Wand Maker is dead. Bellatrix had already killed him and she had intended to torture you. I feared I was too late . . ."

He did not finish his thought and thrust out his hand.

"Miss Granger . . . . please."

After what seemed like an age, the girl grudgingly accepted it and quickly from the dungeons they fled.

Little Red Mudblood stared disbelievingly at the man who had just saved her life and her maiden head. She still did not trust him but for some reason she felt safe. "Thank you" she muttered as they ran for their lives. And for the first time in her life of knowing him, she saw a small smile stretch across his lips, it was a tight smile but a smile none the less.

And just like that, no one was ever bothered by that wicked creature again.
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