The Astronomy Tower < #wattys2016 >

Snatchers

April 15th, 1997

"Come on Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-"

"Harry NO!"

"-demorts after the elder wand."

"The names taboo!"

Hermione jumped when the sneakoscope on the table went off. Footsteps came from all around the tent.

"Come out of there with your hands up!" Came an awful voice. "We know you're in there! you've got half a dozen wands pointed at you and we don't care who we curse!"

Panic washed over Hermione. They cannot recognize Harry, she though to herself. Then it came to her. She lifted her wand and pointed it squarely at his face. She whispered the spell in her head, and a bright whit light hit home on Harry's forehead. He fell backwards.

Hermione's magic was working quickly, for his face was already beginning to swell.

"Get up vermin." Hermione felt hands under her armpits, they began to drag her from the tent. She writhed within their grip, determined to make it as hard as possible for them to capture her. Another set of hands grabbed at Hermione. Their hands were rough, and squeezing in all of the wrong places. She yelped when on of the men grabbed in a very private place of her body.

"Get off her." Bellowed Ron. Hermione couldn't see him. She heard the dull thud of knuckles meeting muscle. Ron grunted.

"No, leave him alone!" she shrilled.

"Your friend is going to get a lot worse then that if her is on my list." Came the same gruff voice from earlier.

The man who owned that voice walked up to her and placed a hand on her waist, and another under her chin. He viciously forced her against him. Hermione could taste bile in the back of her throat.

"Delicious girl..." He said, tracing a rough finger from the corner of her right eye down to her collarbone. "What a treat, I do enjoy the softness of the skin." The man still had his hands on her, the one on her waist sliding down to the small of her back. He moved ,  his face closer to hers, teasingly. She pulled back, ready to spit in his face, if necessary, but he pulled away entirely before she could.

"Now let's see what we've got... What happened to you ugly?" He said, kneeling in front of Harry.

"Stung," Harry murmured.

"Yeah... looks like it..." came another voice.

"What's your name?" Snarled the man who had been holding Hermione.

"Dudley." Said Harry.

"And your first?"

"Vernon, Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list Scabior." The man grunted. "And what about you Ginger?"

"Stan Shunpike." Said Ron.

"Like 'ell you are." said Scabior, and there was another dull thud. Hermione whimpered for Ron's sake.

"I'b Bardy, Bardy, Weadley." Said Ron through a mouthful of his own blood.

"A Weasley?" Rasped Hermione's admirer "So, your related to blood traitors, even if you're not a mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend." The relish in his voice made Hermione's skin crawl.

"Easy Greyback." Said Scabior.

"Oh, I'm not going to bit just yet. We'll see if she is a bit quicker at remembering her name then Weasley. Who are you girly?"

"Penelope Clearwater." She said, hoping that she sounded convincing.

"What's your blood status?"

"Halfblood." she said.

Greyback grabbed Hermione's arm so hard that she saw stars. He dragged Hermione over to where the rest of the prisoners were. He looked at her, smiled, and give her waist one last squeeze before forcing her sit by the others. Her arms were wrenched behind her back, and tight binds were put around her wrists.

"Anyone got a wand?"

"No." Hermione and Ron said at the same time.

"This is all my fault. I said the name. I'm sorry."

"Harry?" said the person to her left.

"Dean?"

"It is you! if they find out who they got-"

"Not a bad haul for one night: A mudblood, a runaway goblin, and three truants. Check their names yet?" Asked Greyback

"No Vernon Dudley on 'ere Greyback!"

"Who's your father?" Greyback asked Harry.

"He works in the ministry, department for magical accidents and catastrophes." Harry lied. Hermione couldn't breathe.

"You know what Fenrir, I think there is a Dudley in there."

Hermione felt relief flood through her.

"Well, well, well, this may be your lucky day ugly. I expect your father will pay us for picking you up." Greyback said.

"Hey, look at this!" A man came out of the tent, sword of Gryffindor in hand.

"It's my father's." Harry lied.

"'ang on a minute. Greyback, look at this in the prophet."

Hermione froze, she knew what was coming.

"'Ermione Granger. They mudblood known to be travelling with 'Arry Potter." They paused. "'Arry Potter..."

"You know what girly," said Greyback, crouching so close to Hermione that that she could smell the blood on his breathe. "This picture looks a lot like you."

"It isn't, it isn't me!" Hermione said in a shrill voice. She had just given herself away.

Greyback turned to Harry, "I thought that you wore glasses Potter?"

 "I found glasses." Piped up a man.

"It is! We've caught Potter!" Said Greyback, ramming Harry's glasses onto his swollen face.

"Will you summon 'im 'ere?" Asked Scabior.

"No." Snarled Greyback. "I haven't got- they say He's using Malfoy's place as a base. We'll take the boy there."

Hermione knew what this meant. She would be seeing her lost Slytherin very soon.

"On three!" One, two, three!"

Hermione felt a familiar tug as her surrounding changed. She opened her eyes and saw a large, iron gate in front of her. Behind the gate stood a large, black mansion. Hermione's stomach churned.

Suddenly the bars of the gate twisted until they formed a face. "State your business." Said it's cool metallic voice.

"We've got Potter!"

The gate opened and light spilled from the Manor as the front door opened.

"What is this? Who are you?" came a woman's voice form the steps on the house.

"Fenrir Greyback." We are here to see he who shall not be named. We have Potter!"

The Woman raised her eyebrows. "Bring them in."

Hermione got a good look at the woman's face, and immediately recognized her as Draco's mother. Narcissa Malfoy.

"Follow me, my Son Draco is home. If that is Harry Potter, he will know."

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This chapter is all Hermione, I know. But I like it.

Everything that you recognize from the Harry Potter books belongs to J.K Rowling