Hungry Like The Wolf

Disclaimer: Hey you know these aren't mine right??? Good! Jo invented them I misuse them!

cateye: I think Arthur is stronger than he appears to be, after all his name Arthur does mean BEAR LIKE, and bears aren't nice when their children are hurt. I think Arthurs going to be darker in the next book. About the other things: Plot and time will decide them.

lisa: I think Hermione would make a better Healer than Auror personally, she's not good in a fight. And Snape has taken quickly to Hermione hasn't he.. I think the canon character likes her more than he lets on. As for Tonks mortality in this story... well we'll see.

Dee Dee: Fenrir is a Death Eater and Slytherin, I think he'll be patient enough as long as he gets what he wants in the end...

angel: Yes, he will.

Mistaken Identity

Tonks woke up in a cave and felt her head pulsing. She stroked her hair and wondered for a minute why her hair was long and seemingly curly. She picked up a lock and inspected it. It was golden brown; she looked down at her body and frowned. This wasn’t her body. It was someone else’s she looked at the clothes. Someone had tried to rip the pair of jeans off but had no success. She crawled on the floor where she spotted a bowl. It had water in it and she checked her reflection.

Fizzing Whizbee’s! Hermione’s face reflected back at her, she scratched her head, as she tried to remember how she came to be Hermione. She sat back down and slowly her memory returned to her. She frowned again as she looked over her shoulder. She had been certain that whoever had kidnapped her intended to kidnap Hermione. But who wanted to kidnap Hermione?

She realised that the kidnapper didn’t want to imprison her just to have her here with it. She surveyed the surroundings and realised that caution, discretion and careful manoeuvring would be required and then sulked back into the cave wall. She had no way to escape without being found out.

“Hello. Glad you woken up!” A leery voice said from the shadows from the other side of the cave.

Tonks gasped. Her kidnapper was Fenrir Greyback! She had unwittingly protected her friend. She had to sound like Hermione as well. She coughed before she answered.

“Yes, where am I?” She asked.

“You’re in my home,” he answered. “Sorry about the mess my little pretty.”

“W- who are you?” She stammered.

“Fenrir Greyback madam,” he said in a manner of a drunk.

He loped out of the shadows and sat directly in front of her.

“H – hello,” she stuttered. “Hermione Granger.”

Metamorphing into her friend seemed to be a fun thing to do at the time but now she found it was much more serious than that. She had protected Hermione, and now she had to ACT like her. But, she surmised, what if he met the real Hermione? Somehow she had to stop that from happening. She had to distract him at all costs from discovering the truth.

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Severus looked at Hermione still sleeping over a book. He felt his heart swell a little inside - he looked over at Remus.

“What do we do?” Remus asked. A small lump forming in his throat. “It doesn’t inspire much confidence in me that the kidnapper might have been after Hermione.”

“We might as well give the kidnapper a name, Lupin,” Snape murmured. “Greyback, for some odd reason has decided he likes Miss Granger. You know his tastes run to the exotic, look at how much you have suffered due to his rather perverted tastes.”

Remus shuddered.

“I’d rather Hermione die than have that happen to her,” he said softly stroking Hermione’s hair in a tender and fatherly way. Severus looked at the haunted expression in Remus’ eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Severus said. “We’ll get Nymphadora back and keep Miss Granger as safe as possible.”

Remus sighed. He nudged Hermione gently but she didn’t stir. She was completely knocked out.

Severus decided to take a hand in the matter and he walked over to her and placed one hand underneath her hair and another he placed under her legs and he picked her up without disturbing her. A feeling of nostalgia crept over him.

“What’s the matter?” Remus asked.

“Well, I remember picking her up like this that night when Wormtail scampered off. She was knocked out and I conjured up some stretchers and I picked her up with my hands, I should not have touched her I suppose but she was so – so – sweet. I was just remembering that is all.”

He swept out of the room holding her gently as he opened the door. Perhaps, Snape mused, not being able to do magic is rather a good thing.

He got to the top of the staircase where he was met by a rather puzzled expression on the face of the elder Weasley boy, Bert? Bill? Whatever! The expression annoyed Snape rather.

“What?” He hissed. “Not seen a grown man carry a woman up the stairs before you idiot?”

The elder Weasley boy stepped aside and let Snape through and ran to his brothers and Harry’s room.

“You never guess what I’ve just seen!” He exclaimed.

Ron and Harry were in the middle of talking about some Quidditch tactics in case they ever did get to finish their Hogwarts education.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Snape,” Bill said.

“Did we forget to tell you,” Ron said tersely. “The Greasy Git has decided to come back here! Bloody nerve if you ask me!”

Harry looked at Bill. He was still in awe of this cool boy not believing that he was the son of Molly and Arthur.

“No, Ron,” Bill said. “He was carrying Hermione up the stairs, she was asleep and he carried her up the stairs like he – well – like he cared for her!”

Harry scoffed and Ron was about to get out of the bed and tell Snape he could bloody well keep his hands of his girlfriend… not that it was official, never really getting the guts to ask her out, but it was kind of an accepted fact that Hermione and Ron were an item.

“Stay there Ronniekins,” Bill said in his best Fred voice.

“What? The bastard can’t do magic it’s going to be easy,” Ron said.

“No, Ron,” Bill said seriously. “He wasn’t hurting her and like I said it seemed like he cared for her.”
Bill smirked at his little brother’s reaction. Ginny rushed in the room her eyes flaming and her hair wild, Harry liked her when she looked like that. He had planned to creep out of the room and kiss her senseless a little later.

“Never guess what I’ve just seen,” Ginny said breathlessly.

“Snape holding Hermione like he cared for her!”

“No,” Ginny said. “Obviously I’ve seen the sequel.”

“What have you seen?” Ron asked through gritted teeth.

“Snape setting Hermione on a bed, he pulled the sheets over her and brushed her hair aside from her face and he leant down and kissed her on the forehead.”

Ron became even worse. It was like he’d swallowed a whole bottle of Mexican Jumping Beans and they all jumped at the same time. Bill sent a restraining spell on his younger brother.

“Mum and dad must have a great deal of trouble with you,” he replied.

They were interrupted by Phlegm as Ginny still liked to call her.

“’Ave you all ‘eard?” She asked.

“Heard what?” Ron asked dully. Expecting another development on what Snape did next.

“Tonks ees missing!” She exclaimed dramatically. Ginny winced, that was another thing she did not like about her future sister-in-law. You could HEAR the exclamation marks whenever she talked.

Bill walked up to Fleur and kissed her and held her close.

“You stay safe,” he murmured.

“How?” Harry asked concerned. He offered his hand to Ginny. She walked up to him and crept inside his covers and snuggled up to him.

“Apparently she deecided to change back into ‘Ermione for fun and ze kidnapper zought zat eet was ‘Ermione,” Fleur explained.

She looked at Harry and Ginny and then at Ron.

“When did you hear this?” Bill asked her.

“Juz now,” she replied. “Zat ‘andsome werewolf came back and ‘e juz told zat – zat ‘orrible looking man ze story. Zen I zaw zat ‘orrible man take ‘Ermione out of ze room in ees arms and zen I zaw ‘im carry ‘er up ze stairs.”

“You mean Snape,” Bill said. “You do know his name dearest so you might as well ‘juz’ say ‘eet’!”

“I ‘ate eet when you make fun of me, Bill!” She hit him and he smirked wickedly.

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Snape didn’t want to leave Hermione. It had probably got back to Potter by now that he was seen carrying her. But he did not care. He saw her sleep and she moved her head gently. She looked angelic when she was asleep. He used to think that it would have been nice to have a daughter like her and to raise her up. Lucky Muggles! He picked her up and held her not worrying about whether she would wake up or not.

She murmured, and then she yawned. She blinked and woke up into a curtain of soft black hair. She sniffed and smelt the musky scent of Snape. She knew his scent before she left Hogwarts in her last year. She had memorised it so that she could easily hide if she smelt him again.

“Snape?” She murmured.

“Yes,” he muttered.

“What the – where am I?” She asked.

“Where you’re safe,” he answered. He didn’t want to let her go. He held her tightly to him. She had no choice but to hug him back. He began to cry.

“No,” she said softly. “No, please, don’t cry Snape. Ssh, it’s all right. Don’t cry!”

But Snape did not stop crying.
“It’s all my fault,” he muttered into her forest of brown locks. He squeezed her like she was his salvation. “It’s all my fault.”

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Remus was sitting down in the library and found a decanter of Whiskey. He needed it after all what he was going through. He poured himself a large glass and was just about to drink when he saw what he thought to be a girl. Or at least a very young woman with red hair. She seemed familiar. She floated over to him.

“Hello,” she sang in a ghostly voice.

“Who are you?”

“Look inside your heart my darling and you’ll know,” she replied.

“Lily?” Remus gasped in disbelief. “But – but that’s impossible!”

The presence laughed.

“I am not Lily, as you might remember her, Remus, but I’ve done the best I can. No, I am not a ghost but a messenger. I have taken on the form of Lily as she seemed a sensible woman.”

Remus gasped. Messengers only came when trouble was going to get worse.

“She was,” Remus said.

“Do not fret about your lost love Remus, for things lost can be found again. She’ll do all she can to save not only herself but the intended victim.”

“Lily,” he began. “What about Snape what should we do about him?”

“Save him Remus,” she sang. “Save him. He desires to be saved he wants to be saved. Let him prove his worth to you and let him be your Guide!”

“Guide? Guide to what?”

“Be careful, Remus, you will go where angels fear to tread!”

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Snape had stopped crying, and he eventually let go of Hermione. He looked at her rather sheepishly. He sniffed up the last and then he wiped his eyes. Hermione found a handkerchief; she handed it to him and looked away as he blew his nose.

“Sorry about that,” he sniffed.

“Don’t be,” she said stroking his face. All the flirting he had done with her in the bathroom resurfaced into her mind and she smiled a little. She ran her fingers across his lips and then she leant over and kissed his cheek.

He turned towards her and bumped his lips on hers and she returned the pressure in a slightly harder manner. He ran the tip of his tongue across her lips and she parted them slightly as he was just about to slide his tongue into her mouth - Ginny burst into the room.

“What in Godric’s name is going on here?” She demanded angrily.

“My apologies, Miss Weasley,” Snape said. He got up off the bed and sighed. He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him and leaned into the wall closing his eyes in shame.

“Snape,” a ghostly voice whispered in his ear. It was a voice he thought he’d never hear again.

“What?” he grunted.

“I can tell you from a woman’s point of view that she would not have regretted it!”

“Who are you?”

But the voice vanished.

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Ginny sat down on the bed where Snape had just sat.

“Well,” she demanded.

“It was only a kiss,” Hermione replied blushing.

“Do you know what’s happened?” Ginny asked.

“No,” Hermione answered. “What HAS happened?”

“Tonks is missing. It seems the kidnapper thought that it was you that he was kidnapping.”

Hermione’s brown eyes went wide with fright. She turned pale and then she looked at Ginny again. Ginny’s expression did not change, so she wasn’t joking. She smiled weakly and held Hermione’s hand and looked again at the bed.

“But who would want to kidnap me?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know, Hermione,” Ginny said. “But what I DO know is that kissing Snape is a bad idea.”

“I’ve already seen him half naked,” she said, a smirk playing across her lips. “And he tried to get me to see him FULLY naked.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, I said no, but he was flirting with me,” she said. “I don’t know why though, surely it’s against the rules to flirt with an ex student.”

“Against principles not rules,” Ginny said. “Although in his case it should be!”

Hermione laughed. But then she thought back to the problem.

“Poor Remus,” she sighed. “He’s been through enough already don’t you think.”

“Definitely,” Ginny said.

Hermione sighed though she licked her lips delicately. He was still there. She regretted that it had stopped so suddenly. She had never felt this before with any other man. No wonder Tonks decided to go for an older man! Even her mother had told her once that sex is like wine: it gets better with age. And 57/58 must be a good year for that!

She found herself blushing at the thought. Ginny looked across at her friend.

“What now?” She asked.

“Nothing,” Hermione answered. She got out of bed and undressed and took her carefully folded blue cotton fluffy bear pyjamas and put them on.

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Fenrir looked at his captive and sniffed her. Yes it was the same smell but not quite… something though peaked at his wolfish senses. She was not quite the right one that he had smelt in that cave. The flowery scent was beginning to fade and a more fruity scent began replacing it.

She wasn’t the one! He fumed. He had been tricked. But he’d play along. He’d get her trust. He realised whom it was, it was Miss Changeatwill. He smirked and looked down at her.

Almost got me you little chit… but not quite. However if this is what his intended victim looked like then he wasn’t going to complain for the wait.

This time, he mused, he wasn’t going to fall for this trick. He had perhaps been too drunk and too eager for this, which always caused him to make errors.

She shifted position. And then continued sleeping.

Never mind, he’d get her back for trying to imprison him in Azkaban. He did have a deal after all.

A/N So, now it's getting really thick right? Snape might not live that kiss down... hmm, I wonder what Harry's and Ron's reaction would be.. huh? Fenrir is pleased by you four. But he wants more. Otherwise he might not want to play with Hermione as soon as you'd like!