Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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"And I never thought I would find your ass in a pubic setting given how the Ministry is after it," Elka shot at Fenrir. She could see the pack around her was getting onto their feet, not liking how comfortable she was shooting shots at Fenrir. However, it changed when Fenrir shot to his feet, laughing his head off. 

"It's good to see you, again, girly!" Fenrir shouted, rounding the table. Elka grinned as she hugged Fenrir out. 

"I wish I could say the same thing," Elka said they parted from their grasps, "Merlin's beard! It's like I've been aging for the both of us... and you're older than me by at least a century! There's barely any gray in your beard! And don't even get me started with how you're all muscle still-- and is that Scabior? Oh my Lord! You still look like your in your twenties! How many years has it been since we were in school together?" 

Scabior smirked while pushing his long fuzzy hair from his face. 

"What can I say? Werewolves age slower than both Wizard and Muggle combined." Fenrir chuckled as he motioned for Elka to have a seat right next to him, "So what brings you out of hiding... I want to say... Elka? Is it?" 

"Yes, it is Elka." she confirmed, "And what brings me out of hiding is... I'm worried about my granddaughter, Hermione Granger." 

"Shit, you already got Grandbabies too?" Scabior snickered, leaning against the table, while Elka nodded in agreement, "So what is it about your Granddaughter that's got you worrying?" 

"That bloody bastard Dumbledore! Don't get me wrong, he's nice and all... but he's breaking the promise we've made for Hermione to go to school there! I should have listen to my gut and sent her to Ilvermorny or even Castelobruxo-- Hell! I would have even taken her to that annoying France school Beauxbatons Academy of Magic or what have you," Elka stated to Fenrir and Scabior. 

"Oh please, if she went to Beauxbatons you would have be losing your mind of just knowing she's there." Scabior claimed, laughing. 

 "True, very true-- but I told Dumbledore that if I were to allow her to go to Hogwarts, he would do his best in keeping certain secrets about our family hidden from her. There are some secrets about my family that I don't want Hermione knowing just yet, not till I feel like she is ready to know. She just turned thirteen last year and will be fourteen this coming September. She's still a young girl! She needs to be enjoying her youth, but lately I've been hearing from the school she's been going around trying to stop that other bastard Voldemort." 

"And it's pissing you off?" 

"Bloody hell, yes! Because Hermione is now asking me questions she is too young to understand at the moment, and digging up things she shouldn't have to know about right now. There are some things better left in the dark at this moment of time... especially when I hear... Voldemort is trying to get his hands on Hermione to the point he's sending some of his Death Eaters to go spying on her... I know because Hermione told me about Barty Crouch Jr., who should still be in Azkaban." Elka claimed, feeling herself start to panic. 

"Shit! I'm sorry that's happening to you Elka." Fenrir told her, "So why come to me?" 

"Because I'm trading in on that favor you owe my Mother, Rose for what she did for you, and that favor Scabior here owes me for covering up for him then helping him get out of Azkaban. If Voldemort thinks he can just come in and try to spy on my Granddaughter, he's got another thing coming." Elka confirmed, feeling her blood boil. Fenrir pushed himself till he was leaning against the back of his seat. 

"So you want me to be Hermione's body guard for a bit, is that it?" Fenrir asked Elka, who shoved her hand into her purse and pulled out a picture of Hermione. 

"You or one of your pack members just watch and make sure that those Death Eaters don't try anything while I try to find out what he's up to. This is her," Elka said as she pushed the photo towards them. Scabior and Fenrir leaned and took a glance at the photo. 

"She looks like a lovely girl, Elka" Fenrir said, handing the photo back, "Don't worry about a thing, Elka. We'll take turns keeping an eye on Hermione. My pack and I will even move into the Forbidden Forest and camp there while she's in school. Wolf's honor," 

"Oh, thank you, Fenrir and Scabior. You two can be such a gentlemen when you want to be," Elka said, gently patting his hand before lifting it up in her eye's sight, "Seriously? Not even a bloody wrinkle!" 

Summer seemed to go by in a blink of an eye. Hermione proceed to her adventures of working on both her holiday homework she was given and investigating about her family tree. Grandma Elka has been avoiding questions Hermione has been dying to have answered. Thankfully though, (after about a month and a half of being grounded for her and Grandma Elka's stunt of running away) Grandma Elka agreed to take Hermione to her house while her parents went for some dentist conference. It was now harder for Grandma Elka to avoid Hermione this time... but found even Elka had tricks up her sleeves. 

She would make Hermione busy with cleaning things around the house where they would be separated for long periods of times. However, Grandma Elka made the mistake of allowing Hermione to clean up the attic. She was going through some old boxes full of random things when she accidentally spilled some of the items from one of the boxes. 

"Oh Merlin's beard!" She spat at herself while setting the boxes down and bent down to pick it up. It was a few things like old clothes and such till she spotted a red-leather bounded diary with little flower designs running across it. Hermione took a deep breath as memories of Riddle's diary came flashing through her head. Carefully, she picked it up and turned it over to find a small leather strap holding the book shut. She slowly unsealed the book and opened the cover to read the inside of it. Written in perfect cursive letters on the line under This Book Belongs To was: 

Rose Nylund 

Hermione gasped while she scanned through the pages of long passages written by her Great-Grandmother Rose. She slipped the book into her pocket while she found a new source of energy to go through things in the attic. After she was done, she barely found anything else interesting except for a small black box that held a strange golden necklace with an hourglass and an old picture of Rose and her friends outside Hogwarts's courtyard, smiling and waving and giggling like fools.  

Her attention really shifted when she overheard: 

"...the public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous..."