Author's Note: This is a Sirius/Hermione/Remus triad with werewolf bonding for SableUnstable. Massive love to chiseplushie for beta services rendered :) Alpha thanks go to ShayaLonnie.

Trigger Warning: Attempted Non-con. I've tried not to be too graphic here, but this first chapter is rough. There is attempted rape, and the aftermath. There is also a bit of gore. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE if you even THINK this might trigger you, don't read. I'll give a short re-cap in the A/N for chapter 2, so reading this one isn't necessary. Also, the only Non-con in this story is in this chapter.

Thanks, Worthfull1

P.S. I own nothing, anything recognizable belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling.

For Sable…

Twice Claimed

Chapter 1: Greyback

Easter Holidays, 1998

Malfoy Manor

Hermione screamed again as the blade cut into her flesh. Every molecule in her body ached and she had never felt as exhausted in her life, including the weeks she spent re-learning how to breathe after the Department of Mysteries.

At the time, she'd thought that was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do. If she'd only known that less than two years later she'd be spread out on the floor of Malfoy Manor, pinned under Bellatrix Lestrange and having a cursed blade slice into her arm while she watched Fenrir Greyback circle them, teeth bared and eyes glowing…

Suddenly an explosion sounded somewhere in the Manor and Bellatrix's head snapped up.

"We need to leave, Bella," Lucius said. "You've had your fun."

Bellatrix laughed quietly. "It has been fun, hasn't it, my lovely little Mudblood?" she asked Hermione. "Pity we don't have more time. I could have shown you what real pain is."

She lifted herself off Hermione and stood as the sounds of battle grew closer. Hermione could hear the crackle of magic as hexes were thrown, and the shouts and crashes as targets were hit. Her relief was short-lived, however, when Bellatrix smiled down at her.

"Fenrir," she called. "If you can be quick about it, you can have a treat."

An excited growl reached her ears and Hermione couldn't help her whimper. There would be no fighting him off. She was too drained. Between the pain and nerve damage of the Cruciatus and whatever Dark magic Bellatrix's knife was permeated with, Hermione was completely incapable of putting up even a token resistance against the feral wolf. Her only hope was that the Order fought their way into the room before he had his way with her.

Bellatrix moved away from her and the space was quickly filled with the hulking mass of Fenrir Greyback. Tall and impossibly broad, Fenrir embodied every single stereotype the magical world liked to believe about his kind. Scars littered most of the skin Hermione could see, his hair and beard told her he didn't bother grooming himself, and his teeth and eyes were yellow. He truly was more animal than man, as she was to see close-up when he dropped to all-fours on top of her.

Hermione would have recoiled from the sight and stench of him, but there was nowhere to recoil to. "No," she whispered. "No no no…"

"Oh, yes," Fenrir breathed, his hot breath washing over her and making her stomach turn. "It's been a long time since I've had something so… ," he sniffed at her, "fresh." He grinned. "This really is a treat."

"Nooo," Hermione whined again, bringing her fists up to hit at him and push at his shoulders. He batted her hands away easily. As weak as she was, he might as well have been shooing a fly.

Fenrir laughed, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as the other moved down her body. "Still got a bit of fight left in you, girl? I like that. But it's not going to be enough… "

A piercing scream from above shook Remus and Sirius out of their stupor. Dobby had apparated them into the Manor's dungeon just in time to watch Peter take his last, gasping breath as the silver hand tightened once more around his throat, and the two men didn't know what to think or feel as they watched justice finally be done.

"Hermione," Ron said, anguished. He pushed past the Marauders, Harry hot on his heels. "Bellatrix has got her!"

"Ron, wait!" Remus called. "Harry!"

The foursome fought their way up staircase after staircase, Sirius leading the way as he was the only one who knew the layout of the house, having spent many unhappy hours there as a boy. Panting, they finally reached the main hall, leaving the stunned or possibly dead bodies where they fell, collecting their wands but not even bothering to try and identify them. There wasn't time.

Hermione screamed again.

Sirius turned to Harry and Ron. "Boys, get out of here," he said, shaking his head at the protests that followed. "You know as well as I do that he's coming. You can't be found here. Dobby!" The elf appeared with a crack! "Take Harry and Ron wherever you took the others, then come back for us."

"No!"

"Sirius - "

"Don't argue!" Sirius snapped. "We'll get her out. I swear it."

"If you think - ," Ron began.

"Ron, he's right!" Harry said, taking Dobby's hand. "You promised, Sirius." He eyed his godfather. "I'm holding you to it."

Sirius nodded solemnly and looked at Ron. The redhead glared, but knew that if he didn't leave, then Harry wouldn't leave. He would just have to trust Sirius and Remus to rescue Hermione. It killed him to do it, but he took hold of Dobby's other hand and allowed the elf to apparate them out.

Remus and Sirius rushed towards the source of the screams, which by now had morphed into wails and sobs. The two men exchanged a worried look. They knew whatever they found beyond the doors at the end of the hall would not be good, they just didn't know how not good.

"Bombarda!" Sirius' spell sent the solid oak doors flying off their hinges and they rushed in only to stop dead in their tracks.

There, in the middle of the floor, recognizable only by her hair, was Hermione. Her clothes were torn and bloody, her skin was torn and bloody, and Fenrir Greyback was kneeling between her legs, undoing his belt.

The werewolf looked up and bared his teeth at the intruders. Remus' wand sliced through the air, sending him flying across the room and hitting the far wall with an audible thump!. Sirius rushed towards Hermione, leaving Remus to deal with Greyback.

The witch's eyes were shut tight and she struck out at Sirius as he dropped to his knees beside her. "Hermione, love, it's me. It's Sirius," he said, shrugging his robe off and covering her up. "Open your eyes, kitten. Come on, look at me. Please," he begged, grabbing a flying fist and pressing a kiss to her bloodied knuckles.

Honey-brown eyes blinked open at the gentle touch, widening when she recognized the wizard above her. The sobs intensified. Sirius tried to smile at her.

"You're alright now, love," he promised. "I've got you. I'm going to get you out of here." Sirius tucked the robe around her and gathered her up, being as careful as possible as she whimpered and cringed. "I know, angel, I know. I'll get you cleaned up. But we've got to get out of here first, okay? We've already got Harry and Ron and the others out. Dobby!" he called, and Hermione blinked as the elf appeared.

Remus stared down at Greyback, lying in a heap on the floor. The level of hatred he held for the creature before him was second only to his hatred of Peter, and now that Peter was no more…

"Lupin." Fenrir snorted derisively at Remus. "You're not going to kill me, pup," he said confidently. "You haven't got the balls."

Remus' lip curled. At one time, he may have been right. But not today. Remus raised his wand. "Sectumsempra," he growled, watching as invisible blades slashed across Greyback's body and blood poured from the wounds. He pointed his wand directly at Greyback's throat and repeated the curse, feeling a sick satisfaction as he watched the monster that ruined so many lives bleed out in front of him.

A wet gurgling reached her ears, and Hermione's gaze was drawn away from the reassuring silver of Sirius' eyes. Looking past him, she saw Remus standing over the body of her would-be rapist as Fenrir's clawed fingers grabbed at his neck in a futile attempt to stem the flow. She gagged.

"Hermione, look at me," Sirius said firmly. He gently cupped her chin, turning her face back to his. "There we are. Now, just keep looking at me. There's nothing over there that we need to pay attention to. Just keep your eyes on me, kitten. Dobby, are you ready?"

"Yes, Sirius Black, sir!" the elf squeaked, trembling from head to toe.

"Good. Remus, let's go!" Sirius called, lifting Hermione into his arms and standing. He glanced at Hermione to make sure she was still looking at him and moved to stand in a position that put her back to the bloody scene by the far wall. "Keep looking at me, kitten. I'm taking you out of here."

Remus came to stand beside them, eyes still glowing a dark amber, and took Dobby's hand. The elf reached up and grabbed Sirius' elbow and made to turn into the apparition when Bellatrix suddenly flew into the room. She screamed in fury and threw something at the group, but Sirius couldn't see what it was before they were sucked into blackness.

Salty sea air was the first thing Sirius was aware of. Hermione's gasp was the second. Her face was screwed up in pain, and she tucked her head into Sirius' neck as shouts rang out around them.

"There she is!"

"There! Over there!"

"Oh, no… Dobby!"

Dobby was hunched over, clutching at his stomach. He fell to his knees and Sirius saw that there was a silver knife sticking out of his abdomen. Harry reached the elf just as he collapsed and cradled his head. Dobby spoke a few words, and Harry answered, then his eyes closed and he went limp.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said a blonde girl Sirius had seen in the dungeon. "Was he a friend of yours?"

Harry nodded slowly. "Yes. Dobby was my friend." He looked up at Sirius and Remus. "Who did it?" he asked.

"Bellatrix," Remus answered, and Hermione shuddered in Sirius' arms.

"Did you kill her?"

Remus shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, Harry. She threw it just as Dobby got us out. I didn't even know he'd been hit."

"Merlin, what did they do to her?" Bill asked, nodding at Hermione as he walked up to them.

"You don't want to know, Bill," Sirius said, eyeing Ron. Not only were his ears red, but his neck was flushed as well, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides as he stared at the girl in Sirius' arms. "I don't think she should stay here," he said to Remus.

Remus turned to him, his eyes back to their normal moss green. "Too many people?"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah. She's going to need quiet and privacy."

"She won't get much of that here," Bill admitted.

"We go where she goes," Ron said, his voice quiet but strong. He meant it.

"Grimmauld?" Remus asked. "We can redo the wards. Nobody's lived there in a while, so I'm sure nobody's watching the place."

"We'll take care of the others," Bill said. "Ollivander and the kids, and Griphook. They can recuperate here."

"That's settled, then," Sirius said.

"I want to bury Dobby first," Harry cut in. "Bill, do you mind if I bury him here?"

"No, of course not."

"I'll come to Grimmauld after I'm done. I can't do anything for her right now, anyway," Harry said, gazing sadly at his best friend.

Remus clasped Harry's shoulder. "We'll take care of her for you, Harry. Come when you're ready. Don't use the floo. Apparate directly onto the front step. Be careful - "

"I got it, Remus."

Sirius smirked half-heartedly. "Thanks, Bill. For everything." He turned to Remus and Ron. "Take it in turns? Remus, you go first. Apparate onto the step and unlock the house. Ron, follow about ten seconds later, and I'll come after you, yeah?"

The two nodded and Remus turned sharply, disappearing.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place

By the time Sirius walked into the old house, Remus was erecting the strongest wards he knew and Ron was making use of all the cleaning charms his mother had taught him over the years. The front hall had been cleared of the cobwebs and most of the dust, and Sirius followed as the ginger made his way up the main staircase, wand out and siphoning the mess.

Ron headed instinctively towards the room Hermione and Ginny had shared the summer they'd all lived there, but Sirius stopped him.

"She'll stay in my room for now," he said.

Ron frowned. "Why?"

"One, because it's got a bathroom attached, and I don't want her having to walk down the hall whenever she needs the loo," Sirius explained, "and two, because I can keep an eye on her better there."

"Harry and I can keep an eye on her," Ron argued defensively.

Sirius didn't answer at first. Opening the door to his bedroom, he walked to the bed and gently laid Hermione down on it, pulling his wand and using a freshening charm on the sheets. He'd ask Remus to change the bedclothes once the werewolf was done with the protections on the house.

Stroking her hair, Sirius smiled down at her. "Give me a second, love, okay? I'm going to talk to Ron and then I'll come right back and we'll get cleaned up and I'll make you more comfortable."

Hermione nodded minutely, and Sirius winked at her. Turning, he put a hand on Ron's shoulder and steered him out into the hall, putting up a Muffliato as he went.

"I'm not trying to keep you out, Ron," he said. "Not at all. My door will stay open unless she asks me to close it. But she's been through some heavy shit today and I have more experience with that than you do. I know you three have had a rough time of it this year, but I know what it's like to be broken."

Ron took several deep breaths, knowing his temper would get the better of him if he wasn't careful. He also knew that his jealousy was on full display, but he couldn't be bothered to care.

"What did they do to her?" he asked. "We could hear her screaming all the way down in the dungeon."

Sirius hesitated. "I don't know all of it yet," he hedged, sighing when Ron glared. "I really think she should be the one to tell you and Harry. If she wants me to, I'll do it, but not before talking to her about it. Right now, she needs to get cleaned up and rest. I'll send Remus out for food and potions when he's done with the wards."

"I can go - "

"No, you can't," Sirius interrupted. "I know you want to help her, but your face is on wanted posters all over the bloody country, Ron. How will it help her to know that you've been caught - again? They won't let you live a second time, not after today."

Ron flushed again, pissed off. "Fine," he spat.

"Just let me get her somewhat comfortable. As soon as she's ready to see people, I'll come and get you. I promise."

Ron looked at the figure on the bed once more, then nodded tersely and headed downstairs. Sirius let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair before walking back into his room and kneeling next to the bed so he could be face-to-face with Hermione.

"Hello, kitten," he said, stroking her cheek. "I'm going to ask you some yes and no questions, okay? Just nod or shake your head."

Hermione nodded to say she understood.

"I've told Ron to give you a bit of space for now so I can get you cleaned up, but would you rather it was him helping you?"

She shook her head.

"Okay. Now, you've got to have a bath. You're not strong enough to take one on your own right now. Would you like me to contact Molly?"

Hermione bit her lip, but shook her head.

"That means I'll be the one helping you. Fleur's busy with the others right now. Are you okay with me being there?"

She didn't look particularly thrilled at the prospect, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Alright. I'll be as careful as possible," he said, gathering her up again. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet, wincing at the whimper she let out.

Sirius flicked his wand at the bathtub and the tap began to flow. Then he set to work on the dust and grime everywhere. Nobody had lived in the house since Dumbledore's death nearly a year previous, when the Fidelius had been broken, and certainly no one had cleaned.

Rummaging through the cabinet above the sink, he luckily found both a pain potion and a Pepper-Up. Hoping they were still effective, he set them on the counter and retrieved a fresh towel and flannel from the closet. Hanging those on the rack next to the tub, he handed Hermione one of the vials.

"Pain potions are supposed to have a pretty good shelf life, so hopefully that'll do a bit of good," he said, uncorking it for her and taking it back once she'd downed it. "Good girl. Now, this one's Pepper-Up," He opened it. "Only take a sip of this one. After your bath, you're going straight to bed. I just don't want you passing out in the tub before then."

She nodded and took the one sip, handing it back to him with a grimace as it burned her raw throat.

"I know, love. I'm sorry. I'll get you something for that later," he said, kneeling in front of her. "Now, let's have those pretty feet." He undid her laces and removed her trainers and socks. "Hermione, do you think - if I help you stand - that you can get the rest of your clothes off and get in the tub?"

She thought about it, then nodded, looking a bit unsure.

"You want to try? Okay. I'll turn around, and you get in the tub. Knock on the side of the tub when you're in," he said, helping her into a standing position and flicking his wand at the tub again, charming the water a milky-white. "That way it's not see through," he said when she frowned.

Sirius turned around and stood by the sink to give her more room. He listened to his robe hit the floor, followed slowly by the rest of her clothing, the sound accompanied by the occasional whimper or gasp of pain. He relaxed a bit when he heard her step into the tub, three knocks on the copper side coming a moment later.

Hermione had her knees pulled up to her chest and her right hand was held out to him, cupped as though she was holding something, but there was nothing there. He reached out to cover her fingers with his own only to feel fabric. Waving his wand over it, he revealed a small, beaded bag.

"What's this?" he asked, taking it from her and opening the drawstring. He shook the bag and heard the sound of things much too big to fit clanking together. "Undetectable Extension Charm?" She nodded. "Brilliant girl," he muttered. "You got any shampoo in here?"

Sirius summoned several items from the bag, including a change of clothes for her, and was reaching for the flannel when Remus called him from the bedroom. He handed Hermione the flannel and told her he'd be right back.

"Remus, I need you to go out and get a bunch of stuff. Potions, food… anything you can think of."

Remus nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'm on my way out. You don't have any money on you, do you?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." He handed over his pouch. "I don't know how much is in there - "

"I'm sure it'll be enough. How is she?" Remus asked.

Sirius sighed. "I don't know yet. Merlin only knows what Bella put her through. Crazy fucking bitch was demented even before Azkaban. Ron says they could hear her screams all the way down in the dungeon."

Remus winced. "Damn. I remember hearing her down there, but I thought it was our heightened senses."

"Apparently not. Hey, before you go, could you do something with the bed? Make it more habitable? Hermione's going to stay here for now," Sirius said. "Oh, and when you're getting potions, get something for a sore throat."

"Yeah," Remus nodded. "Alright, I'll be back in a bit. I'll try to be quick."

"Thanks, mate." Sirius walked back to the bathroom. "Hermione?" he called, knocking lightly on the door. "I'm coming back in, kitten."

He entered the bathroom to find Hermione still sitting in the water that now had a pink tinge to it, scrubbing furiously at her left forearm. She was sniffling and shaking and didn't flinch when he walked in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said, grabbing her wrists to stop her. "Easy there, angel. Let me see - oh, fuck."

Hermione looked up at him, then, devastation written all over her face and Sirius couldn't help but wrap his arms around her, awkward as it was with her still in the tub. Water sloshed about, soaking through his shirt, but he couldn't care less. All he could do was hold her while he breathed deep, forcing his fury and desperate desire for revenge back down before they could take over. She needed him sane right now.

He grit his teeth and pulled back. "Okay. Alright. Uh… I've got some murtlap here somewhere, hang on… "

Sirius let go of her briefly to tear through his cabinet again, grabbing the small bottle of murtlap essence, then rushed into the bedroom to find a collection of silk handkerchiefs from years and years before that really should have been thrown out during the Summer of Cleaning.

He knelt back down beside the tub and ripped the handkerchiefs into strips, carefully drying her arm before soaking the strips in the murtlap and then wrapping the cloth around the slur, and covering it all with an Impervious Charm. Sirius kissed the back of her hand, then picked up the flannel. Seeing the blood on it, he charmed it cleaned, turned the water opaque again and began washing her back.

When he was done, he handed the flannel back to her and told her to give the rest of herself a scrub while he worked on her hair. He lathered the tangled mess and tenderly massaged her scalp, trying to soothe her in any way he could before using his wand to rinse out the shampoo and then working the conditioner into her curls. He was so engrossed in his task, he almost missed the way her skin was beginning to pink.

"Hermione," he said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Go easy, kitten." She looked away from him. "I know, love. I understand what you're trying to do," he told her gently, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

Hermione hung her head, but stopped her washing. Sirius finished her hair, and helped her stand, wrapping her in a towel and being careful to keep his eyes averted as much as possible. He reached for the change of clothes he'd summoned from her bag, but thought twice. In his haste, he'd pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. That wouldn't do.

"Hang on, love," he said, digging into his wardrobe once more. He pulled out an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt of his and enlarged it slightly, just to make sure. He handed it to her along with the knickers he'd pulled out earlier. "Do you think you can get these on yourself?"

She nodded and Sirius turned his back once again. Hermione touched his arm when she was finished.

"Okay, kitten, now - do you want to try to walk to the bed or shall I carry you?" he asked. She looked conflicted, so he decided for her. "Why don't I carry you this time, hmm? Come on," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and hooking the other under her knees.

Sirius walked over to the bed, making a mental note to thank Remus for changing the sheets and turning them down for him, and carefully set her down, pulling the sheets up and tucking her in.

"I want you to try and get some sleep, okay? I'm going to go talk to the boys and wait for Remus, but I'll be checking on you to see if you need anything." He hesitated. "Love, Harry and Ron will need to know about what happened to you. If you want, I can tell them now, or that can wait until you're ready to talk to them - "

Hermione shook her head violently. She didn't want to talk about it. Ever. She didn't even want to think about it.

"Okay, okay," Sirius placated. "Do you want me to tell them?" She nodded. "What about this?" he asked, running a finger down her left arm. "Bella did this, didn't she?" She nodded again, her lower lip trembling. "Alright," Sirius sighed, and kissed her forehead. "Sleep, kitten. You're safe here."