Fallen in Love with a Snatcher (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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It had been a long and vicious battle between the Order and the Death Eaters. Some people of the Order thought maybe they were going to lose, especially when they came into Hogwarts' ground bringing Harry's corpse in their hands only for him to crawl out of Hagrid's arms and rush off to get some distance from Voldemort. Hermione broke away from Ron and almost everyone as she and Scabior were fighting alongside each other, taken down Death Eaters till a presence rush over them that silently told him the Dark Lord had been conquered. Of course, the remaining Death Eaters either died or apparated out of there so they could avoid being detained. 

Hermione leaned against Scabior's side as he held her limp down the stairs and into the Great Hall where they found many of their friends injured or dead. Scabior set her down on one of the cots and help level her foot before he made his way over to Madam Pomfrey to get things she needed for her ankle. While she was waiting, she couldn't help but look over to find laying just a few cots down was Fenrir... and he was looking too good. His shirt had been removed as his lower torso had been stitched and wrapped up. His face leaned against his pillow as he breathe so softly that he looked like he wasn't even breathing. 

"Fenrir?" Hermione called out to him. He barely moved a muscle. 

"He's been hurt bad." 

Hermione turned to find Mrs. Weasley walking up towards his cot before she began to clean Fenrir's face. 

"What happened?" Hermioen asked her. 

"It happened so fast," Mrs. Weasley stated to her, "we were right here in the Great Hall when it happened. That bitch, Bellatrix, tried to murder my daughter... but Fenrir pushed her out of the way and took the bunt of the spell. I finished her off. Madam Pomfrey is trying to figure out which spell she used on him." 

Hermione glance back down at Fenrir as she began to silently pray that he gets through it. Her attention shifted when she saw Scabior walking over to her with the bandages. He began to quickly wrap her wound, avoiding looking over at Fenrir. 

"Scabior, are you okay?" Hermione asked him. He nodded his head that he was fine; however, she could see in his face his concern for Fenrir. He quickly finished wrapping her leg than proceeded to lie down beside her, his head lean back against her lap. She watched as he ran his fingers up and down her legs, drawing a few little designs while she listened to his light breathing. 

"Fenrir's going to be fine, Scabior," Hermione assured him, "he's a tough guy." 

"I know, it's just strange seeing him like that." Scabior admitted to her before taking her hand into his and gently kissing it. Hermione didn't say much after that as she went lightly brushing Scabior's hair while she lean back against the wall, wondering what were they going to do now. 

Ten Years Later: 

Hermione stood in her kitchen of her new house, which was located in the middle of the woods where the nearest town was about five and a half miles away. It was perfect for her and her husband, Scabior, who had gotten work as an assistant at Fred and George's joke shop. Scabior quite enjoyed his job and loved hanging out with the Twins. Remus and Fenrir were even trying to better their relationship, especially since a lot of laws that were prejudice against werewolves has been reshaped to better their life, as Fenrir began to be another grandpa in Teddy's life. Though most of her friends were finally okay with her marriage to Scabior, there were still a few who weren't fond with the idea. And that someone was Ron. She literally had to ban him from her house because he wouldn't stop whining for her to dump Scabior and go to him. But other than that, everything seemed fine... 

"FENRIR! YOU'RE NOT DOING IT!" Hermione heard Remus scream at the top of his lungs while he, Tonks, their son Teddy, Tonks' mother and Fenrir came entering into the kitchen. 

"WHY NOT?" Fenrir shouted back. Hermione tilted her head bewildered with what they were arguing about now. 

"What's going on?" Hermione asked while bringing in a bowl of fruit salad. 

"Fenrir has this silly notion he should take my son hunting out in the woods with his pack." Remus explained while he set Teddy down on the ground. Hermione watched as Teddy began to run around the house, giggling. 

"As his grandfather, I should take my grandchild on a hunt. What do you think, Hermione?" Fenrir asked her. 

"I say it's up to the parents." Hermione explained while setting the bowl down on the table. 

"I think it's a great idea, Remus." Tonks suggested to him as she wrapped her arms around Remus's arm, "besides it will give us some time by ourselves." 

Remus's entire face turn a bright shade of red. Fenrir burst out laughing and roughly patted Remus on the shoulder then began to make his way after Teddy to play with him.  Remus mumbled about going after Fenrir as he hurried after him. The girls began laughing with each other just as the front door opened as Scabior came walking into the living room.

"Hello, love," he said as he walked over to her, wrapped his arm around her waist and lightly kissed her temple. 

"Hello, dear. How was work today?" she asked him. 

"It was fine. I had a couple of product drop on me, but everything turned out alright."  Scabior told her before kissing her cheek, "Hey is Fenrir here?" 

"Oh, yeah,  he and Remus were--" Hermione started when she was cut off by...

"FENRIR GREYBACK, TAKE THAT DEER CARCASS AWAY FROM TEDDY!" 

"TRUST ME,  REMUS, HE'LL BE GRATEFUL THAT I'M TEACHING HIM THIS STUFF!" 

"We better get out there before they kill each other," Tonks advised them as they hurried out of the house.