You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione woke up to feel the light breeze of the cold wind brushing against her skin. Her eyes fluttered open and was looking at the bright sapphire sky. She slowly lifted herself up to find she was was laying on a fur blanket over a grass field now dressed in a sky blue dress with thin straps that hung off her shoulders. There was a fire blazing a few feet away, shooting out heatwaves against her. She was confused as to what was going on till she found from the distance, Fenrir walking towards her carrying large fish on his shoulders. He hurried over to the fire where he hung the fish over it so they could cook. 

"Morning," he told her while walking over and sat beside her. Hermione moved till he she was sitting with her legs crossed. 

"What's going on?" she asked, a bit curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. 

"This is our date... I believe you muggles call it a picnic?" he stated to her. She bursted out laughing. She didn't though possible but Fenrir at this moment like a cute little boy, who was trying to impress his first love. Fenrir chuckled along with her till he cleared his throat. 

"So Remus told me that you are nervous of being mated with someone you hardly know?" He asked her, peering over to her, "What do you want to know?" 

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure what she wanted to learn about him. She didn't want him to think she was wanting to pry in his life. 

"Um... any family?" she asked him. 

"My pack, which you met a few already." Fenrir replied. 

"No, I mean... Mom? Dad? Siblings? Aunts? Uncles?" She rephrased her question. He went silent all of a sudden like she had slapped him across the face instead of asking a question. Hermione started to feel a bit embarrass until Fenrir opened up. 

"My mother and father were both wizards. My father was a werewolf. He was the one who bit me. I was only a month or so old when he did it. He wanted me to carry on the bloodline. He was a mean son of a bitch. You thought I was a savage? If you were to compare me and him, I would look like a puppy dog. Mother avoided having other siblings after my birth since she feared my father would treat them the same way he treated me. It was hard for her to do so. Werewolves can smell when a woman's pregnant. She died when I turned twelve. After six and a half years, my father was brutally killed by a rival pack alpha. I danced when he died. After that day, I proceeded to teach myself how to survive. Began to make my pack, and the world proceeded to hate me because I refused to be lonely." He stated her. Hermione bit her lips. She never suspected that Fenrir would have a bad past history with the way Remus told her about him. Maybe no one really knew anything about anyone. Hermione leaned against his side, her hands sliding to entangle with his. Fenrir began to brush his forehead against hers, gently nudging against her head. She couldn't help but feel a slight warmth towards him. 

12 Grimmauld Place 

Tonks sat on the sofa, leaning against her knees. She didn't know where Remus was and none of the others are telling her where he was. Every time she brought it up, everyone shuttered and quickly changed the subject for some reason. It was upsetting her greatly that no one would tell her where her fiancé was. She was about to get up and try again when she heard a quick opening and shutting of the mail slot of the front door. 

Tonks hopped off the sofa and headed over towards the door. She merely found a folded up piece of parchment sitting on the mat. She bent over and pick it up. She unfolded the piece of paper as she read...

If you seek Remus, he's in the Forest of Dean. 

Ask for the Werewolf Pack of Fenrir Greyback.