Hunting Party

A/N: This prompt lived in my head for all of six hours before I exorcised it. This is a super short fic with personally triggering topics. This is your one warning. I'm sorry.

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Padfoot watches as a man steps out of his car and enters the house. A snarl sounds from within followed by an ear-splitting shriek. The door bursts open and the man scrambles backwards out of the door with Moony stalking him. “G-good dog! Wolf! Whatever the fuck you are!” the man blubbers. His head snaps around at hearing footsteps. “Help me!” the man screeches.

“Like you helped yourself to a young girl?” Sirius hisses and crouches next to the man. Moony moves around both men, saliva dripping from his maw.

“What are you talking about?” the man asks.

-x-o-x-

Hermione blinks at Sirius as he sets a bottle of whiskey on the table between them. “Want some?” he teases. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip. Remus enters the room to see her stand from her seat and move around the table to Sirius. “Hermione?” Sirius inquires. She flicks her gaze to the bottle and back to him.

“Please?” she asks.

Sirius chuckles and summons a cup. He unstoppers the bottle then gasps when Hermione drops to her knees in front of him. “What are you doing?” he asks.

Remus’ eyes widen as she reaches for Sirius’ belt buckle. The dark-haired man jumps back so she starts and quickly drops her gaze. The men stare at each other then look at her again. Remus crouches next to her and lifts her chin so she whimpers. “I’m sorry!” she cries. He wipes her tears away and shakes his head.

“What makes you think you need to do that?” he inquires.

Hermione bites her lip and sniffles. “D-Daddy always wants me to before he gives me any,” she explains.

“Your father?” Remus growls.

She shakes her head vehemently so the men frown. “Who makes you call him Daddy while he violates you?” Sirius demands.

“H-he lives next to us. He watches over me while Mum and Dad are gone for work and things,” Hermione whimpers. She looks between them and bites her lip. “He taught me to be a good girl. I always get rewarded with a glass of whiskey before I go to bed.”

“What do you mean by good girl?” Sirius asks. She licks her lips and lowers her gaze, so he lifts her chin to make her look at him.

“Good girls are quiet when they play. It was difficult because it hurt a lot at first,” she whispers. Sirius and Remus both growl softly. “He got mad at me over the summer because I stopped having my period. He took me to a doctor who gave me medicine that made me bleed again. It hurt a lot, so I didn’t want to play. That’s when he showed me how to kiss boys,” she mumbles.

Remus pulls her into his arms and strokes her hair. He and Sirius have a silent conversation over her head then he lifts her chin and wipes a tear away. “Don’t worry about anything anymore pet. We’ll take care of it,” Sirius says.

-x-o-x-

Sirius snorts then gives his most Azkaban-crazed grin. “We’re going to play a game,” he murmurs. The man whimpers in terror as he watches Moony pause and reach for him with a clawed paw. “Let’s call it ‘How Long Can I Outrun a Werewolf?’ How does that sound? I suggest you start moving, he won’t wait long,” Sirius whispers.

“Who are you?! Werewolf?” the man gasps. He jerks his head around when Moony snarls next to his ear.

“Hermione sends her regards,” Sirius says flatly before standing and walking away, leaving a bottle of whiskey next to the man. A sickening smile spreads across his face as he listens to the man’s screams and the tearing of flesh.