Dark Side (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

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Hermione woke to the smell of fresh breakfast crawling into her nose. She opened her eyes to see she was back in the tent, laying over on a fur blanket naked under a small tent. She yawned then pushed herself on her arms. She rubbed her eyes when she found a short violet silk gown with thin straps. Feeling hunger driving her, Hermione slipped into her gown and walked out of the tent. When she exist the tent, she had to stop in her track. She stood surrounded by more tents and lot more people, who were roaming around busy doing different things. Slowly she headed through the campsite, passing people left and right as she began to search for familiar faces. 

She passed a medical tent but stopped in her footsteps and returned back and peered in. There were numerous cots lined together, some shields for privacy, and medical kits and equipment. Her eyes wandered over the nurses, who were dressed in more colorful maiden-like outfits instead of the clothes she usually saw healers wear, as they went about helping people. Suddenly her eyes landed right on a familiar face. 

"Remus?" she whispered as she hurried into the tent. She made her way through the tent and over to where Remus laid across in his cot. His ankles held faint bite marks but she could still make them out as werewolves.  She reached her hands over to caress his cheek when his eyes fluttered opened. 

"Hermione?" he mumbled to her. 

"Yes, it's me. Are you alright?" she asked him. He groaned as he pushed himself in a sitting position. 

"Yeah... I'm fine... what happened? They didn't... they didn't get Tonks did they?" he asked. Hermione shook her head. 

"No, I don't believe they got to Tonks." Hermione stated an unconfirmed statement. Remus sighed while he leaned his head back against his pillow. 

"I'm not entirely sure myself. I just remember trying to stop Fenrir but Scabior got to me first." He whispered, pointing his his ankles. Hermione lightly pushed some of his hair to the side. She was about to say something when a loud childish laughter caused them to turn their heads. They saw Teddy being held by one nurse while others were crowded around adoring little Teddy. Hermione couldn't help but laugh. 

"My son's a werewolf," Remus whispered, "that I remember." 

"That's alright. He will be fine since he'll have us to help him along the way." Hermione assured him with a light smile on her lips. Remus chuckled. The entire air had the joy sucked out of it when the sound of people's voices began to get louder causing Hermione and others to head over to the opening of the tent. Hermione peered outward but she couldn't see anything besides the people standing in front of her. She could only pick up a few bits of talk. 

"Who is that?" 

"I'm not quite sure." 

"I think she's the one Fenrir said was to be hunted down?" 

Hermione pushed her way out of the tent as she began slithering through the crowd to figure out what exactly was going on. She finally reached the front of the group as she saw Tonks walking through the campsite. She could see all the werewolves in protective mode as they appeared ready to jump Tonks any moment. Her eyes followed along as Tonks reached over to a table where sitting at the head was Fenrir, who had his eyes locked right on her. Scabior was leaning against Fenrir's chair, watching Tonks's movement. She finally reached over to him but not too close in case Fenrir tried to rip her throat out. Fenrir sipped a bit of his mead before setting down his cup then standing up from the table. 

"Runt! You better get out here and help decide Tonks's fate or else it will be Scabior and myself will be the ones that sentence her!" Fenrir shouted. Hermione peered over her shoulder as she could see Remus limping outside the healing tent and force himself through the crowd and limped over to Fenrir and Scabior. Once he was there, Fenrir slowly moved closer to Tonks 

"You, Nymphadora Tonks, had attempted the murder of Scabior, Remus and my mate. For that, I should have you murdered in the most tormented way imaginable!" Fenrir screamed at her, getting close in her face, "however, given the fact Hermione has yet to chose which one will be her mate that means your fate has to be settled by all three of us." 

"I'm all in with the murdered in the most tormented way imaginable." Scabior agreed with Fenrir. Remus shook his head. 

"We are not murdering Tonks! My child needs his mother as much as his needs his father." Remus stated to him. Fenrir glared at him for a moment before his lips twisted up in a smirk that made even Hermione's skin crawl. 

"Fine," he whispered, earning a confused look from Remus, then he turned his attention to Tonks, "I'll let you live girly." 

"And... exactly.... what are you doing?" Remus asked, concern beaming in his eyes. Fenrir darted his head between Remus and Tonks and smiled. 

"Tonks will live... but Teddy isn't going to live with you anymore. He will be living among the pack without Tonks." Fenrir stated. Hermione's heart pounded deep within her chest while she watched Tonks's eyes began to drip tears. Hermione couldn't stand back as she darted from the crowd over to Fenrir. 

"You can't do that!" Hermione cried out. Her outburst earned a lot of gasps from the crowd. Fenrir's eyes glared down at her. 

"Why not? Would you rather I tear her throat open?" Fenrir asked. Hermione shook her head. 

"No, but you can't steal a child from their mother. That's a more cruel punishment." Hermione stated to him. He snickered. 

"That's what I was going for." Fenrir growled. Hermione shook her head. 

"Can't you allow... visitation rights? At least you can do that." Hermione pleaded with him. Fenrir shook his head and sighed. 

"For you... I will allow it. But I decided when she visits. I will send an owl when you can come." Fenrir claimed before he took hold of her hand and began to bring her over to the table. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Tonks being escorted from the campsite. He sat her down in the chair on his right side. Scabior and Remus took a seat by them. It was then Fenrir decided to ask. 

"Hermione... have you decided upon a mate?" He asked her. Hermione opened her mouth to speak when a bright light came shooting over to them. The ball of light floated over to them as it began to speak. 

The Dark Lord is coming... 

He plans to attack Hogwarts tonight... 

We need your help...