RP: Snatch
Date: 10 August 1998
Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Hermione Granger
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private [No one sees or hears anything]
Summary: Fenrir makes his move.
Completion: Complete
Fenrir waited, his body tense. It was early evening and the shopkeepers were beginning close up their stores. He hovered in shadows, ready to strike. The Auror first, and then her, he reminded himself.
After a few moments, he spotted her in the distance, walking briskly. She was alone. No Aurors were tailing her, no unexpected guests. Just Hermione, sweet oblivious Hermione. He drew back into the shadows and crouched, waiting for her to pass his hiding place.
It had been a long day, but the week was nearly over, so Hermione supposed she couldn't really complain. The internship seemed to be going well, but it was an adjustment to be working there in the morning then coming to school for the afternoon. It was better to get used to it now, though, then to have her internal schedule all messed up after classes started again.
The sky was clear, which was nice after yesterday's rain. The walk to the gates helped clear her head, and she turned her thoughts away from stacks of letters she'd had to help mail out to something more enjoyable. She now had the titles of the books needed for DADA, so they could buy their books tomorrow during lunch. Diggle would be an interesting professor, one to help break the curse, and she was excited to learn what he had to teach. After she left the castle grounds, she continued on to the spot where she'd been Apparating. She wondered what Kreacher had made for dinner, hoping there was pudding of some sort; she had a craving for chocolate.
As she approached him, Fenrir leaped, his momentum carrying him forward until he knocked her down. He quickly grabbed her around the throat and covered her mouth with his hand. It wouldn't do if she started screaming.
When she neared the clearing, she shifted her bag on her shoulder and gripped her wand tightly. She hated Apparating all the way from Hogsmeade to Grimmauld, but it was necessary right now. She'd be glad when she could just use the Floo again, though. Before she reached it, she heard footsteps behind her. Tensing, she started to turn but found herself knocked to the ground. Her back hit the grass hard, and she let out a breath as she felt fingers around her throat.
The smell told her who it was even before she focused on him. His hand was across her mouth, and he was squeezing her throat. At first, she was too dazed to do anything. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be real. But it was real because she could feel the pain and smell him. She began to struggle, biting his hand as hard as she could while she moved her arm so she could aim her wand at him. She'd learned some wordless magic in sixth year, so he wasn't safe just because he covered her mouth. She was more scared than she'd ever been, but she kicked at him and bit, trying to distract him as she thought of a spell to help.
Hermione was struggling, and Fenrir tightened his grip on her throat. When she bit his hand hard, he groaned before backhanding her. "Mudblood bitch," he hissed. She had her wand and she was trying to curse him, biting and kicking. Fenrir grabbed her wrist and snapped it back, the bones crunching as her wand fell uselessly to the ground. He hoisted her up and began to drag her out of the clearing, looking for a place to hide.
Oh, thank God. Biting his hand had worked. There was a moment when she could breathe, and she started to scream for help but he slapped her so hard that she was too stunned to do more than cry out. She heard him call her a Mudblood bitch, and that only made her struggle more. His hand was on her mouth again, before she could scream, and she felt him grip her wrist. She heard the bones break right before she felt an intense pain that made her eyes water. Her wand fell out of her hand, useless, as he started to stand.
Then he was dragging her, obviously thinking she'd give up because he broke her, but she couldn't let him take her. She'd rather die than---She felt a burst of adrenalin and kicked at him hard as she used her body to knock him off balance. She wasn't best friends with two boys without learning some of their tricks, even if theirs had been when playing and hers was to save her life.
She turned to run back towards Hogwarts, trying to scream but her throat was sore from where he'd held it and she wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear. Her wrist was throbbing and her back hurt, but she'd got away and might be able to make it to safety. Before she had taken more than a few steps, she felt his fingers in her hair, jerking her back suddenly. She lost her footing and fell forward when he let go. As she landed, she distantly heard another crack as her head hit a rock.
Everything went dark.
Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Hermione Granger
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private [No one sees or hears anything]
Summary: Fenrir makes his move.
Completion: Complete
Fenrir waited, his body tense. It was early evening and the shopkeepers were beginning close up their stores. He hovered in shadows, ready to strike. The Auror first, and then her, he reminded himself.
After a few moments, he spotted her in the distance, walking briskly. She was alone. No Aurors were tailing her, no unexpected guests. Just Hermione, sweet oblivious Hermione. He drew back into the shadows and crouched, waiting for her to pass his hiding place.
It had been a long day, but the week was nearly over, so Hermione supposed she couldn't really complain. The internship seemed to be going well, but it was an adjustment to be working there in the morning then coming to school for the afternoon. It was better to get used to it now, though, then to have her internal schedule all messed up after classes started again.
The sky was clear, which was nice after yesterday's rain. The walk to the gates helped clear her head, and she turned her thoughts away from stacks of letters she'd had to help mail out to something more enjoyable. She now had the titles of the books needed for DADA, so they could buy their books tomorrow during lunch. Diggle would be an interesting professor, one to help break the curse, and she was excited to learn what he had to teach. After she left the castle grounds, she continued on to the spot where she'd been Apparating. She wondered what Kreacher had made for dinner, hoping there was pudding of some sort; she had a craving for chocolate.
As she approached him, Fenrir leaped, his momentum carrying him forward until he knocked her down. He quickly grabbed her around the throat and covered her mouth with his hand. It wouldn't do if she started screaming.
When she neared the clearing, she shifted her bag on her shoulder and gripped her wand tightly. She hated Apparating all the way from Hogsmeade to Grimmauld, but it was necessary right now. She'd be glad when she could just use the Floo again, though. Before she reached it, she heard footsteps behind her. Tensing, she started to turn but found herself knocked to the ground. Her back hit the grass hard, and she let out a breath as she felt fingers around her throat.
The smell told her who it was even before she focused on him. His hand was across her mouth, and he was squeezing her throat. At first, she was too dazed to do anything. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be real. But it was real because she could feel the pain and smell him. She began to struggle, biting his hand as hard as she could while she moved her arm so she could aim her wand at him. She'd learned some wordless magic in sixth year, so he wasn't safe just because he covered her mouth. She was more scared than she'd ever been, but she kicked at him and bit, trying to distract him as she thought of a spell to help.
Hermione was struggling, and Fenrir tightened his grip on her throat. When she bit his hand hard, he groaned before backhanding her. "Mudblood bitch," he hissed. She had her wand and she was trying to curse him, biting and kicking. Fenrir grabbed her wrist and snapped it back, the bones crunching as her wand fell uselessly to the ground. He hoisted her up and began to drag her out of the clearing, looking for a place to hide.
Oh, thank God. Biting his hand had worked. There was a moment when she could breathe, and she started to scream for help but he slapped her so hard that she was too stunned to do more than cry out. She heard him call her a Mudblood bitch, and that only made her struggle more. His hand was on her mouth again, before she could scream, and she felt him grip her wrist. She heard the bones break right before she felt an intense pain that made her eyes water. Her wand fell out of her hand, useless, as he started to stand.
Then he was dragging her, obviously thinking she'd give up because he broke her, but she couldn't let him take her. She'd rather die than---She felt a burst of adrenalin and kicked at him hard as she used her body to knock him off balance. She wasn't best friends with two boys without learning some of their tricks, even if theirs had been when playing and hers was to save her life.
She turned to run back towards Hogwarts, trying to scream but her throat was sore from where he'd held it and she wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear. Her wrist was throbbing and her back hurt, but she'd got away and might be able to make it to safety. Before she had taken more than a few steps, she felt his fingers in her hair, jerking her back suddenly. She lost her footing and fell forward when he let go. As she landed, she distantly heard another crack as her head hit a rock.
Everything went dark.