It's in the Hunt

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Chapter Ten


Pain, raw and hot had Hermione screaming unlike she had ever done before. Questions, answers—they were lies, but they didn’t know that, did they? Pain again. Bellatrix was hitting her with everything she could think of. She was bleeding. Of this she was sure as she could feel the trickle of it going down her spine. LeStrange was mad, she thought, painfully, absolutely out of her ever-loving mind. And sadly, because of it all, the witch blamed muggles and muggle born. Never mind that she wouldn’t have been sent to Azkaban if she hadn’t of killed as many muggles as she could. Or tortured and killed others…NO! Stay strong, she told herself, push it…


She let out another blood curdling scream as she was hit again with the Cruciatus.


Then it had stopped. For what reason she didn’t know, but Hermione was too grateful that it had been. That is until Fenrir made himself known. He walked over to her and yanked her head up by her hair, licking up the side of her neck to her face.


“You even taste of him,” he muttered. “I wonder what he would do if he found out that I fucked his little mudblood?”


“Get away from her!” Harry yelled at him as both Ron and he charged over. “Now!”


Fenrir laughed. “What are you going to do to me, pup? Throw a little curse at me? Make me…” Hermione’s hand lashed out and hit him with all her might straight into his groin.


The man let out a high pitched scream, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he hit the ground out cold. Ron and Harry rushed over to her, helping her to her feet. Both of them were barely able to hold themselves together, but they just managed.


“We need to get out of here,” Hermione whispered against Harry’s chest. “Fast.”


The trip had Hermione’s head spinning. She barely noticed the hands that held her changed or that she was being scooped up off of her feet. She heard a woman cursing in French even as she was being set down on something soft.


“You’ll forgive me for being so rude, but you look like hell,” Bill muttered. “What happen?”


Hermione didn’t speak. Her throat hurt too much as to utter a sound. He growled when he realized she wasn’t going to say anything. Bill made her look him in the eyes as he said, “You were crucioed. I can tell that much. You need a real healer. But I can figure out at least this much, what’s your name?”


Frowning she whispered hoarsely, “Hermione Jane Granger.” She swallowed and cleared her throat. “That must be the stupidest thing you could have inquired about.”


That had Bill letting out a sigh of relief as he let go of her face. If she was aware enough to say that, she was going to be okay. She tugged on his shirt, calling his attention back to her.


“How are the others?” she asked, her voice barely breaking a whisper.


“Fine,” he replied. “Fleur is going to have to clean you up and heal you. It’s going to hurt.”


She looked him in the eyes, whispering, “Any pain I have from now on, it will be like nothing.”


He walked away, leaving his wife to tend to her. Hermione heard Bill yelling at Ron and Harry, but what he said she didn’t know. She left shortly after healing her, muttering to herself as she did so. Hermione was on the verge of falling asleep when she heard the door to the room opening.


“Hermione?” Luna’s soft lilt was like a balm on her nerves.


“Come in,” she whispered. “How are you?”


“Better than you it would seem,” she replied. “I brought some tea that can help with your throat.”


Hermione flinched slightly as she turned around, sitting up as she did so. Taking the tea from her, she looked over to Luna.


“I was wondering if you could help me bathe,” she whispered. “Greyback…he…licked me.”


“Of course,” she whispered to Hermione, helping her up.


Once cleaned up, she went over to the table and ate with the others. Fleur didn’t look happy, Bill looked upset, and Harry looked ready to bolt even as Ron was looking like he was going to be diving under the table at any moment.


Hermione heard a gasp and looked over to Harry who was staring at her.


“What?” she croaked.


“You just wandlessly dried your hair,” Bill whispered. “Where is your wand?”


“They took it from me,” she muttered. “Broke it in front of my face.” Hermione shrugged. “I don’t see the big deal. I’ve been doing wandless magic for ages.”


Fleur frowned. “Since how old?”


She thought it over. “Since I was six.” Mr. Ollivander’s fork dropped to the table and he looked over to her. “I think.”


“She’s a natural witch,” Fleur murmured. “They are rare. Very rare, but powerful, yes?”


“Very,” Mr. Ollivander muttered. “I’ve only met one in my life years ago.”


“You just had to be better, didn’t you?” Ron asked her. “You couldn’t just be…”


“Ron! You are being a bore!” Bill snapped. “You’re blaming her for something she has no control over!”


But it was so much noise to Hermione who was sitting and thinking.


“Who was the other?” Hermione asked the wand maker. “Who was the other witch or wizard like me?”


“I don’t know if that’s my place to say,” he said in a contemplative voice. “He cherishes his privacy.”


“A wizard?” she murmured, frowning as she thought over who it might be just as there was a knock at the door.


Bill went over to the door as the others there hid out of sight. Remus walked into the little house with the Sword of Gryffindor in hand. He looked around for Hermione. She rushed over from her hiding place straight into his arms. Handing the sword over to Bill, he hugged her as she began to sob into his chest.


“How amazing,” Mr. Ollivander said.


“What is?” Luna asked him as they watched the two as they emerged from the closet they were hiding in.


“That the only other natural wizard happens to be the very one she is hugging right now,” he replied, shock evident in his voice. “Amazing.”


“It’s fate,” Luna murmured. “They were meant.” But then she frowned and added, “But it could be the nargle’s mating season, now that I think of it. The pheromones they omit are rather powerful.”


Remus kissed Hermione all over her face hungrily settling onto her mouth.


“Very powerful indeed,” Mr. Ollivander replied, tempted to cover the young lady’s eyes at the sight of the two’s ever heating embrace.


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