A Beastly Love (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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"And you seriously think that is such a wise idea? The Dark Lord is brutal and heartless. I know you two would get along swimmingly given you two have the same nature but he doesn't care for Half-Breeds like us! Let alone Hermione, who is a Muggle-born, and is someone he would want dead before you." Remus asked Fenrir, who was sitting on his bed. Remus had been hiding while the Death Eaters were fighting among the other werewolves. 

He knew if he was spotted there would be no mercy for him. But he did stalk the campsite in hopes to find Hermione. In hopes to get her out of there before she was spotted as well. After all, he wouldn't be surprise if they killed her right where she stood. However the fight calmed itself when Fenrir showed up. He couldn't express the kind of power Fenrir had over not only his pack but the Death Eaters as well. Though they won't admit it, they were just as fearful if not more towards Fenrir as they are of the Dark Lord. He waited awhile behind a tent until he saw the Death Eaters vanish off, clearly getting what they had come for. 

He carefully walked through the campsite as he headed to Fenrir's tent to figure out what had happened. He wished he hadn't. Remus couldn't believe Fenrir had actually agreed to meet up with the Dark Lord. Didn't he learn his lesson from the first time? The Dark Lord was probably thinking of numerous ways of getting Hermione in his hands to torment then kill. Fenrir rolled his eyes as he leaned back against his bed. 

"I got this under control, runt. Shouldn't you be more worrying about finding a place to change? After all, I am not letting you anywhere near my pack when you drink that potion." Fenrir growled as he pulled out a cigar from a box by the bed.  He proceeded to light it while Remus went glaring at him. 

"How are you so calm about this? Aren't you worried what the Dark Lord might do if he got his hands on Hermione? Where is she? She should be here discussing this!" Remus asked, circling the room to find her. 

"She darted. She needed time to progress that she will be coming with me to the meeting." Fenrir told him. Remus shook his head. 

"You are unbelievable. How can you stand there and think for one second the Dark Lord is going to be alright with this?" Remus questioned. Fenrir pushed himself off the bed, blowing smoke in Remus's face. While Remus began hacking up from the amount of smoke thrown at him, Fenrir walked towards the flap of his tent. 

"Don't doubt me, runt! I know what I'm doing! The moon's about to rise, I suggest you leave now." Fenrir ordered him, opening the flap of his tent for Remus. Coughing one more time, Remus slowly moved closer to door. He paused for a moment before glaring at Fenrir. 

"I'm not leaving." he mumbled. Fenrir's eyes widened. 

"Excuse me?" 

"I'm not leaving." Remus repeated himself, "And don't give me that, 'you can't be here because you're going to drink that potion' crap. Because I'm not drinking it." 

Remus then headed off, leaving Fenrir stunned to where he stood. He couldn't believe it. The runt wasn't going to take that silly potion. For a moment, he pondered what could have changed his mind about it... until a thought came into his head. A thought that brought a rage burning through him. He took a step outside as he called out.

"Remus! This wouldn't have anything to do with Hermione would it?" He asked. Remus paused for a moment before walking on. Even though Remus didn't say a word, Fenrir knew exactly what was happening... and he didn't like it one bit.