I'll Always Snatch You (Harry Potter Fandom)

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A/n: This chapter contains violence. You have been warned. 

Hermione ran as fast as she could when she had found the backdoor exit. She couldn't believe how easy it was for her to slip pass every member of Fenrir's pack let alone trick them into think she escape from the window. She had known she couldn't have just walked out of the room without insurance that Scabior and Fenrir wouldn't be right behind her. So she came up with a trap to ensure they wouldn't be able to track her down till she was far away. 

Hermione didn't know exactly where she was heading but she knew she had to get the hell away from there. She was amazed with how far she got on her two legs and in leather. She found the gift on the edge of the bed. She didn't want to put it on, but something pushed her into the clothes. The fact that she didn't want to go around naked. She felt a trill just running through the woods like it was natural, like she was born to do this. Hermione couldn't help but find herself enjoying herself as she climbed over on a fallen log as she rushed along it. She found herself reaching the banks of a river side, panting as she felt a bit exhausted. She laid across a flat rock with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared up at the sky with the sun lowering as the moon began to rise. 

She sighed as she felt a rush flowing through her blood when her eyes watched the moon grow higher and higher into the sky. She found herself grinning as she listened to the howling of the wind and the crashing of waves against the sandy beach. Suddenly her attention was drawn away when she heard the sound of a twig snapping. She sat up as her head shot over to the forest with her eyes darting around to find out who was out there. She was upset with herself for getting off her focus with getting away. She pushed herself off of the ground and proceeded to move along the bank away from the sound. She was about to make a turn to get into the forest when she ran into someone. 

"Well look what we have here? If it isn't Harry's Mudblood." the death eater asked while he held out his wand out at her. Hermione felt a sudden rage burning underneath her skin at the sight of him threatening her with his wand. She backed away from him but it didn't stopped himself from walking towards her. 

"The Dark Lord will be proud with me when I give him the most troublesome mudblood," The death eater stated. Hermione watched him raise his wand up, ready to fling his spell at her when she felt something inside her cause her to jump onto him. They dropped to the ground as she began to rip into him. It was like her humanity had slipped for a moment as the beast lurking inside began tearing at the death eater with her claws and teeth. 

She listened to the man to cry out for help but the beast refused to listen as it continued to rip into him. Blood splattered across the ground and began to paint her skin and clothes. It was only when the man's final gasp of life left his lips when her humanity came back inside her. Slowly she lifted herself from the man as she held out her hands for her to see the ones she had used to murder the man. She felt part of herself being disgusted with her actions but the other part felt confident that she had done the right action. After all, she was only protecting herself. What's the harm in that? She was about to turn around and head over to the river to wash herself off when a voice called out...

"Hermione?"