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

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Hermione walked down to the opening where the three champions were supposed to be waiting to be chosen. She was walking through the crowd till she found Scabior, Fenrir and Remus standing with their catches. Remus stood with five large tuna and two groupers. Fenrir had three deer. But then there, Scabior stood with a huge bear and three squirrels. Hermione stood in complete disbelief. She couldn't believe that Scabior was able to get his hands on a bear. 

"We will now tally the scores for our champions." A beta stated as he hurried over to Remus with a clipboard. 

"Okay five tuna each are five points, two groupers are three points each. So in total you have thirty-one." the beta said before heading over towards Fenrir, "Lets deer are worth fifteen points. So that would be forty-five." 

Then lastly he came to Scabior, where he nearly fainted at the sight of the bear that was laying dead beside him, "Now... now... a... a bear is worth... fifty points and squirrels are worth two. So that would make it fifty-six. Which means Scabior is the winner of this task." 

Scabior clapped his hands together, his lips twisted up in his familiar sly smirk before a laugh slipped passed them. He began to strive towards where Hermione stood when Remus cut in front of him. 

"I like to declare a foul." Remus stated, earning everyone a shocked expression. Scabior narrowed his eyes in anger. 

"What's the meaning of this, Runt? You have some nerve declaring a foul on me!" Scabior growled at Remus. 

"I have suspicion that you may have cheated." Remus declared, keeping his glare locked with Scabior, whose eyes widened in shock. 

"Cheated? Cheated! I have you know I wouldn't cheat on this! I'm a great hunter! Ask anyone here in this pack!" Scabior shot at him, clearly offended of being accused of cheating. However, Hermione had to agree with Remus. He was being a bit strange this morning. It wasn't a surprise that he felt that he may have done the deed. Fenrir walked over towards Scabior. 

"Scabior is right, Runt. He is one of our better hunters. What do you have that suspects he may have cheated here?" Fenrir asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"How about it's a bit strange how this morning, I saw Scabior walking from the forest a bit excited. It's almost like he had already had a great chance at winning," Remus stated and another thing, "It's also a bit odd how he got his hands on a bear? Which aren't really native in this part of the woods, hence why they are scored higher than the rest."

"I spot it on my hunt. We crossed paths." Scabior shot at him. 

"On the day where getting one's hands on a bear would make him an easy winner? A bit strange don't you think?" Remus asked. Fenrir darted his attention between the two like he was confused with who he wanted to believe. 

"This is kind of hard. Scabior is indeed our greatest hunter. However, Remus here does point out some good points. Why were you excited this morning and what were you doing in the woods?" Fenrir questioned, keeping his eyes glued on Scabior. Before Scabior could get a say, another voice called out. 

"Remus?" everyone turned in time to see walking through the pack towards them was Tonks.