So, I wasn't going to post any of this until I had done about 20 chapters but I need a little motivation after losing chapters to the horrible BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!

You'll notice some characters have OOC moments but I swear they happen for a reason that you'll find out about later…much later.

If you want to leave a review, go ahead, otherwise I just hope you enjoy the chaos that is my brain spilling out onto paper…digitally speaking anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones

Prologue

It wasn't meant to end this way. They were meant to destroy all the Horcrux's, defeat Voldemort and his army and rebuild the magic world in a new era of peace. Sure, there would be casualties on both sides but what war doesn't? The Weasley's had already lost Fred. Remus and Tonks had been laid out inside the Great Hall and she had killed a werewolf not long ago who was mutilating her old roommate, Lavender Brown's.

Now it seemed she was on the chopping block as well.

Voldemort had brought back Harry Potter's body to present to them, to get them to give up but Neville bloody Longbottom had put a stop to that. He had drawn the sword of Gryffindor from the old Sorting Hat and rallied the rest of them to continue to fight back. He had also given Harry the chance he needed to surprise Voldemort with the fact that he was still alive and to have a second chance at defeating him.

Unfortunately for Hermione, she had been separated from the main battle and was now running through the Forbidden Forest throwing spell after spell behind her as a group of Death Eaters led by Fenrir Greyback chased her through the foliage.

She screamed as she tripped over a tree root and went tumbling down an embankment and into a clearing. The sun shone down through the opening of the trees, illuminating her figure for her enemies to see. Standing quickly, she drew her wand and held it at the ready, unsure exactly which direction they may come from.

"Come on now little Mudblood," a raspy voice sounded from the trees as the leave rustled and branches snapped, "Do you really think you're a match for all of us?"

"You've got no where to run now poppet," a maniacal voice cackled from her left.

Sure enough, she looked around the clearing seeing that it was surrounded by a circular embankment, effectively trapping her inside unless she wanted to attempt running and struggling up the steep hills.

Panic started to swell in her chest as figures slowly emerged from the trees, forming a semi-circle on top of the bank. Their black coats were torn and dirty and each of them had forgone their masks so she could clearly see their faces. She didn't recognise any except Greyback so they must be low level underlings she thought

They looked down at her with evil grins promising nothing but pain and death. Their gazes penetrated her soul and she knew she couldn't take them on her own.

'I'm a bloody Gryffindor,' she thought to herself trying to shake off her fear, 'If I go down, I'll take as many as I can with me.'

With her determination renewed she turned her fiery gaze towards her foes.

"Expelliarmus!"

She managed to take one by surprise though he moved at the last second and was instead blasted back into the forest with his wand still firmly in his grasp.

"Protego."

Multiple spells bounced off her shield but Greyback was quickly descending the slope and advancing towards her. He growled menacingly as he took heavy steps towards her. Thinking quickly, she spouted out a combination of spells aimed at the Death Eaters up on the hill before throwing the last one at the advancing werewolf.

"Bombarda Maxima."

"Avis, Oppugno."

"Conjunctivitis."

Greyback howled and grabbed his eyes in pain as the curse took effect. There were only four Death Eaters left above them, but they were busy trying to banish her birds and recovering from the explosion that sent them flying.

Hermione staggered backwards as Fenrir leapt forwards and slashed his claws through the air. Barely managing to escape the sharp talons in time, Hermione ducked to the side and desperately tried to keep an eye on the advancing threat as well as the commotion now happening to the side of her.

"Bloody birds!" one exclaimed as she sent another curse their way, once again throwing them off their feet, their screams echoing in the otherwise silent forest.

Greyback didn't miss a beat, he turned towards her and leapt again, this time managing to grasp her by her throat, hauling her into the air.

"Did you really think that would work on me girly?" he growled in her face. His breath smelt like death, covered in fresh and dried blood with pieces of flesh and bone stuck in his yellow fangs. Hermione's heart was pounding in her chest, she was no match for him.

"I'm a werewolf darling, or did you forget?" he teased running a talon down the side of her neck and bringing it forward to raise her chin, "I don't need to see to be able to tell where you are, you smell good enough to eat."

Cringing at the feel of a wet tongue on her cheek, she turned her head to the side hoping to provide herself with some relief from his touch.

"The Dark Lord wants you dead," he started, "But I think I wanna play with you a bit first."

"He won't win," Hermione bit out, "I'll bet he's already dead."

Greyback laughed at her bravado, he knew it wouldn't last long once he got started.

"Leave her to me boys," he called out to the other Death Eaters, "Run back to your Lord."

She heard faint shuffling in the forest and some nasty comments thrown back at the werewolf but she knew that even they were smart enough not to go up against this monster. She was quickly thrown to the ground and her top shredded before she could really gather her bearings.

Her head spun and ears rang from the impact her skull had made with the harsh ground. The landscape dug into her skin, lightly tearing at her skin. Though disorientated, she refused to give up.

She screamed and tried to fight back, throwing her fists at his face and kicking out with her legs but she just physically was not capable of overpowering this fiend. Her wand had been dislodged from her hand when she hit the ground and unfortunately, she couldn't find it beneath the leaves that littered the damp ground.

The male above her just continued to laugh at her fear, her panic and her feeble attempts of escape. Though managed to get a few hits in, it barely registered in the werewolf's mind. One hand grasped both of her wrists above her head while the other trailed along her body, over the curve of her breasts and down to grip her hip tightly.

His sharp claws left painful scratches and lacerations all down her body and Hermione could do nothing but cry silently, almost accepting her fate. She had been tortured before, back in Malfoy Manor but it was nothing compared to the fear that this man made her feel. Back then it was just a blade against her skin, her attacker needing information.

This was different.

This was a savage beast playing with his prey, breaking them until they had no hope left, no fight left in their spirit, before taking the plunge and devouring her whole. His touch made her feel dirty and she would give anything to burn away the feeling. He was rough and primal and savage. He revelled in her pain, her cries and her tears. She had never felt so weak before, so helpless.

'Help me,' she called out in her mind wishing anybody, absolutely anybody, would hear her pleas. Her body was now stained with blood, dirt and saliva from the monstrosity currently playing with her body. Gone were her jeans, her underwear torn off and thrown to the side.

She lay there sprawled naked on the ground as Greyback made a particularly large gash on her stomach. Lapping up the blood now pouring from the deep wounds in her stomach, Greyback didn't notice the flicker of a large shadow passing above them.

'I must be seeing things,' Hermione thought in dismay as the sun shone through the trees again, seeming to taunt her with the spotlight it had her in.

"I wanna hear you scream girly," Greyback grunted above her. Hermione had no time to register those words before she felt a pain like no other. He had shoved his claws up her vagina, breaking her womanhood and tearing at her insides. Her screams and cries filled the area as her body convulsed painfully on the ground.

"Please stop," she begged.

"Not so tough now are you Mudblood," he cackled as he moved his disgusting digits in and out of her. She could feel the blood pooling around her legs as he continued to shred her from the inside out and pump his own shaft. Hermione continued to scream and shout for him to stop and just as she felt like she was on the boarder of unconsciousness he growled and smacked her cheek.

"Don't you know its rude to fall asleep when in the presence of your superiors."

Hermione couldn't even respond. She was lightheaded, likely from blood loss, and she could feel her body growing cold. He had released her wrists and her arms were now spread out on either side of her. Even in her numbed state she felt the warm touch of her wand at her fingertips, calling to her.

Making sure that he was distracted, she grasped the familiar vine wood wand. Mustering up the remaining strength she had she fired off one last spell.

"Expelliarmus."

Not expecting his victim to have the energy or will to fight him, Greyback was hit at full force by the offending spell. His claws tore at her nether regions spraying blood all over the ground. Hermione tried to fire off another spell, but her body betrayed her, she had lost too much blood and was too weak.

Her arm dropped to the ground; her wand lost to her once more.

"You fucking bitch!" the werewolf screamed as he scrambled up from the ground. His growls could be heard throughout the forest as the crunch of the leaves and branches littering the ground could got closer and closer.

"You'll be begging me for death by the time I'm finished with you."

"I do not fear death," Hermione retorted softly as a small accepting smile graced her pale lips.

"You will," he snarled down at her prone form.

Claws paused mid air as a deafening screech resounded above the pair. The sun was quickly shrouded by a large form lowering itself into the clearing, demolishing trees and leaving the remains tumbling through the sudden onslaught of wind.

Greyback starred up at the colossal creature in front of him and stepped back. The form gazed deep into his soul, barring his teeth and spreading his wings as far as they could go. The male slowly backed away from the intimidating creature in front of him, completely forgetting about his prey.

Hermione lazily opened her eyes as another screech broke through the quiet of the forest following the snap of a tree branch. Greyback wasted no time in turning and hightailing it up the embankment.

No that it saved him anyway.

Scorching heat and fire flew overhead encompassing the fleeing man and swallowed his pained cries. The forest quickly caught ablaze and spread throughout around the clearing.

'This is it,' she thought, 'Hopefully it will be quick.'

The rumbling of the creature drew her attention as she dropped her head to the side to stare at the giant Ukrainian Ironbelly looking down at her. Her vision was starting to blue but there was no mistaking the blood red eyes penetrating her very soul.

"I know you," she whispered upon recognising the torn and tattered wings and body of the dragon she had used to escape Gringotts. The dragon lowered his head, almost in acknowledgement before closing its eyes, bending its incredibly large head and placing it flush against her dying body.

"If that's a 'thank you'," she started hoarsely, "Then you are very welcome."

The dragon stayed still for what felt like hours, its heated breathing softly caressing Hermione's cold flesh as the life drained out of her until there was nothing left. With one final exhale the creature moved to stand at full height and gazed at the deceased woman. Flames seeped out of it's opening maw before raining down and claiming the body until all that remained was her ashes drifting through the wind.