Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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"FENRIR GREYBACK! FENRIR GREYBACK!" Ron shrieked while they made their way through Hogsmeade after Hermione explained the whole dementors and her being saved by the mysterious people, "Fenrir Greyback is here and he's following you!" 

"I said I think it's Fenrir Greyback, who's following me. It could be someone else entirely." Hermione reminded him, darting her eyes around, hoping no one had heard them. 

"But-- but--- Fenrir Greyback! Hermione, he's one of the most vicious werewolves imaginable. He bites children and takes them away and raises them to be werewolves that hate wizards!" Ron grumbled, "Hermione you got to tell someone about this!" 

"Okay, I'll tell them... if Harry hands over the Marauder's Map." Hermione said, smirking to herself as Ron and Harry looked at her in shock. 

"Hermione! There's a difference between telling them there's a savage werewolf after you and handing over a very useful map!" Ron grumbled to her. 

"Well, I can't very well just blurt out that I think someone is after me and just assume that someone is Fenrir Greyback. I never saw the person's face!" Hermione told them. 

"But someone is after you, Hermione. We literally just saw a man running away from the scene where we were." Harry hissed at her, "And if he's as bad as Ron is claiming he is, maybe we shouldn't take it too lightly... plus didn't Rose wrote in her diary how he was on trial for the murder of two muggle children." 

Hermione opened her mouth to say something when she paused when she noticed something posted on the inside of the sweetshop. 

By Order of The Ministry of Magic: 

Customers are reminded that until further notice, dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. This measure has been put in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and will be lifted upon the recapture of Sirius Black. It is therefore advisable that you complete your shopping well before nightfall.

 Merry Christmas!

"Besides, dementors will be around the entire town of Hogsmeade! I'll like to see Black try and break into Honeydukes with dementors swarming all over the village. Also the owners would hear a break-in! They bloody live over the shop! So there's no point in giving the map into the teachers," Ron told her. Hermione shook her head, finally giving in to their demands. They quickly stopped by Honeydukes and bought plenty of sweets before heading to the Three Broomsticks for a couple of cups of butterbeer.

While Ron had went to buy them three tankards of butterbeer, Hermione and Harry made their way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. They were taking their seats when Ron had just came up with three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer. 

"Merry Christmas!" Ron cheered, raising his tankard. As Hermione was taking a few sips of hers, she couldn't help but laugh as Harry proceed to chug down his almost till it was all gone. But it didn't last when he almost choke when they saw Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub... shortly followed by Hagrid and Cornelius Fudge... and Grandma Elka! 

Hermione quickly whispered, "Mobilarbus!" The Christmas tree rose a few inches off the ground, drifted sideways then landed with a soft thump right in front of their table, hiding them from view. Through the branches, Hermione could see another woman, who was wearing a pair of sparkly turquoise high heels, walking towards them. 

"A small gillywater--"

"Mine," Professor McGonagall said. 

"Four pints of mulled mead--"