The Girl Amongst The Wolves

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 10

In the newly assigned Order of the Phoenix headquarters of 12 Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore sat with the most trustworthy members including Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Arthur Weasley.

“How is she?” Remus asked softly as they all sat at the main table. He was unusually torn on the subject of Hermione. He was happy because he was no longer the only Were in the Order. However he felt strong pity for Hermione to have been taken from her family. Confused as to why she seemed to miss Fenrir. And oddly possessive of the girl whom he had only known for a few hours.

“She’s sleeping. She had a nice hot meal that Molly practically shoved down her throat, had a bath and is sleeping in her own room on the third floor.”

“We thought it would be best if you were to be near her, to reassure her during this time.” Dumbledore said gently.

“I don’t know if that will work, Albus.”

“Why not, Lupin?” Moody grunted.

“Because seeing as there are now two Weres here, the dominant side of my wolf is telling me that I am now the Alpha of our make-shift Pack.”

“A Pack with only two of you? How is that possible?” Kingsley asked.

“The first human civilisation started from little more than two originals. Why can a Werewolf Pack not be the same?” Remus reasoned. Kingsley nodded in acceptance.

“And what are the implications of these new feelings?”

“I will want to mark her, to signify that she is a part of my Pack and I will be more dominant with her than normal.”

“Mark her?” Albus prodded gently.

“I will bite her neck, giving her a mark. The only side-effect will be loyalty to me and to our Pack.”

“Well, I think we can live with that.” Sirius spoke up with a grin.

“Calm down, Black.” Kingsley scolded.

“What do we do about her memories? Remove them?”

“No. That will cause too many problems for us. Complete lack of memory for the past five years will be incredibly suspicious.” Dumbledore explained.

“We alter them then.”

“Yes. It seems that must be done.”

“What about Greyback?” Sirius asked.

“He’s being held in Azkaban, to await trial for his crimes. He faces at least thirty years in prison, possibly even a life sentence.” Kingsley explained.

“We all agree that Hermione shouldn’t see him before or after his trial?” Dumbledore asked. Everyone nodded. “Very well then. I shall go upstairs and alter Miss Granger’s memories.”

“Albus? What about her parents?”

“It seems that her parents were informed by the muggle police service that their daughter is dead. I think it’s best if they are not approached with the opposite idea. Hermione is now a Werewolf. Such creatures are not believed to exist in the muggle world. They might compromise the secrecy separating our worlds.”

“You think we should let them continue to believe that their child is dead?” Sirius asked, shocked.

“Yes. Hermione has lived without her parents in a strange environment for five years. Suddenly being introduced to them five years later with them believing her to be dead would cause massive upset and pain for all three of them. I think it best left alone.”

!”!

The next morning was an awkward one. Hermione had awoken slightly later than everyone else and when she came downstairs to have breakfast, as she entered the kitchen and everyone stopped talking. She looked around nervously and smiled sadly to herself. She missed being accepted, and she had only been separated from the Pack little more than twelve hours. Molly Weasley approached her immediately and hugged her.

“Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?”

“Well, thank you, Miss.”

“Oh, please dear, call me Molly.” She gushed, ushering her into a seat in the middle of the teenagers. “Now, this is Harry. Next to him is Ginny, my daughter, and this is Ron. Sit down, dear, sit down. I’ll plate you something up.”

She sat down nervously, smiling gently at the group. The girl, Ginny, was least phased by her presence and gave her a small smile; the boy with glasses, Harry, smiled also and continued reading his book; and the ginger boy, Ron, stared at her. She looked at him, annoyed by his look.

“What?”

“Are you really a Werewolf?”

“Meet me outside when the moon’s full and you’ll see.” She dared with a grin, showing off her sharp canines.

“Hermione.” Remus scolded she he sat next to Harry. She nodded at him respectfully and murmured a thanks to Molly as she put a plate of sausages, bacon and toast in front of her.

“I could take you.” Ron grumbled back as he ate his own sausage.

“You think so? You honestly think that you, a scrawny lanky boy, could handle me, a strong werewolf?” Her eyes flashed amber at the thought of a challenge.

“Hermione.” Remus snarled.

“You heard him! He challenged me!”

“There will be no challenges in this house!” He shook his head gently, as if trying to shake the wolf out of him. “Hermione, when you are here, and when you are at Hogwarts, there are rules and limitations that you must learn to obey.”

“Like not doing as my strongest instincts tell me to do?” She growled back.

“Dear, we realise that this must be hard for you,” Molly began, anxiously wringing a tea-towel between her fingers, “but you can’t behave like this at school. People will suspect you.”

“So? Why shouldn’t they know about my lycanthropy?”

“People do not accept Weres into society.” Remus said sadly.

She realised what that meant. “You’ve condemned me. You’re forcing me into a world where I will be nothing more than an outcast! An outsider! A freak!” She yelled. She stood up, shoving her chair onto the floor, and ran from the room.

!”!

Fenrir opened his eyes groggily, aware that he was bound in a chair. He groaned under his breath, before raising his head and looking around. He was in a marble courtroom, filled with people. In front of him was the judge, who was organising his papers while talking to someone to his left. When he had sorted his information, he picked up his gavel and banged it on the block. As the sound rang painfully though Fenrir’s ears, everyone in the stands and rows quietened down and looked to the judge.

“Disciplinary hearing on the thirteenth of July, into the crimes committed by one Fenrir Greyback.” As his name was said, many people in the stands hissed and shouted things. The judge banged his gavel again. “The defendant has been brought in from Azkaban, has been refused a lawyer and may present his case to the court.” Everyone fell silent, seeming to wait for something.

It was then that Fenrir realised he had to speak. He looked around the stands, becoming anxious when he didn’t see whom he’d hoped to see. “Where’s Hermione?”

“Hermione Who?”

“My mate! Where is she?! What have you done with her?!” He struggled in the chair, but even with his immense strength, the chair didn’t budge.

“Someone please restrain the defendant.” The judge said with a bored tone. An Auror approached him with a muzzle and put it on him roughly. He fought against them but it was no use.

“Where’s Hermione?!”

“The defendant has failed to present his case to the court. In light of the evidence this court has been present with, the court finds Fenrir Greyback guilty on the grounds of murder, kidnapping, assault and Death Eater activities.”

“I’m not a Death Eater!”

The judge ignored him. “With this evidence, the court sentences Fenrir Greyback to life in Azkaban prison.” He banged his gavel and people in the stands cheered and applauded.

“No! I need Hermione! Where is she?! Give her to me!”

“Someone get him out of here!” The judge roared, bored of his yelling.

“No! Hermione! Hermi-” He was hit with a Stunner, and fell out of consciousness.