Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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The Trio didn't speak with each other after what went down in the woods; they couldn't even look at each other as they walk through the front door of Grimmauld.  Their dreary attitude was changed when suddenly...

"HARRY! HERMIONE! RON! YOU'RE BACK!" 

Hermione's head shot up as Scabior rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hold. He gently kissed a couple of kisses on her head. Molly and Arthur rushed over and hugged both Harry and Ron. 

"What's going on? What's happening?" Hermione asked while Scabior pulled away. 

"Someone found us out, love. We don't know who but the Death Eaters have been informed about our betrayal." Scabior explained to them, "Fenrir and Remus were attacked. We thought... we thought there was a chance you three may have been attacked too." 

Scabior lightly cupped Hermione's cheek; her hand automatically reached up and pressed against the back of his hand. 

"Is everyone alright?" Harry asked. 

"Everyone's fine. Some bumps and bruises... and we no longer have a living room table anymore... but everyone's fine." Molly stated to them.  

"For the millionth time, I am sorry!" Fenrir screamed from the kitchen, "How many times do I have to apology for something I didn't even mean to do? I was trying to get out of a dire situation, I wasn't worrying that much of where I was landing." 

Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

"Well anyway dinner is on the table if you guys are hungry." Molly told them. 

"Blimey, is that the Sword of Gryffindor?" Arthur suddenly blurted out asking. Harry and Ron began to explain to Molly and Arthur of what happened while Scabior and Hermione walked around them and headed into the kitchen. Once they entered, Hermione took noticed of Remus and Fenrir sitting together as they were drinking a couple pints of butterbeer. 

"How are you guys feeling?" Hermione asked. 

"Now that the pain has died down a bit, it's a more tolerable." Fenrir claimed before taking a sip of his butterbeer. 

"I'm curious how they could even figure out about your betrayal to them." Hermione admitted. 

"You and me, both." Remus claimed, wincing  as he pressed his glass of butterbeer against his side. 

"You don't think it was one of your men, do you?" Hermione asked, darting her eyes between Scabior and Fenrir. 

"No way. My men have more respect for me and Scabior than the Dark L--" Fenrir started till his eyes widened. The three of them glanced at each other before looking at the Fenrir, who looked like he just saw the dead rise.

"What? What is it?" Scabior asked.

"Shit, the Quota." Fenrir mumbled. 

"What?" Remus and Hermione asked in union. 

"The Quota! I forgot about the bloody Quota!" Fenrir growled, slamming his hand against the table as he began to curse up a storm. Scabior shot his hands through his hair and began cursing along with Fenrir.

"Quota? What-- what is that?" Hermione asked, looking between Fenrir and Scabior. 

"Well-- the Dark Lord wanted to make sure the Snatchers kept up with their job with catching Undesirables, Muggles, Blood Traitors, and so on. So he made sure every one who wanted to be a Snatcher had to pay a Quota at the end of every month through an exchange," Fenrir explained, "We are to deliver our payment, all our captives, and hand them over to a person who would then pay us our fill for our catch... well... our Quota was a couple of days ago when you guys caught us and brought us here... and I know damn well the person we had to give our catch to is a big supporter of You-Know-Who." 

"So the moment you missed your deadline, they began to think you guys betrayed them." Remus finished what Fenrir was explaining to them. 

"Who was the person you had to deliver your captives to?" Hermione asked. Fenrir slowly gazed up as a hint of rage beamed in his eyes; Scabior turned his head as he whispered. 

"Dolores Umbridge."