Chapter 1

Hermione whimpered as the Death Eater with his large hand wrapped around her throat, stabbed his wand into her chest threateningly. Harry's eyes were a pool of conflict, flickering between Hermione and Ron, both locked in a smirking Death Eater's grip, to Dumbledore and the Order, surrounded helplessly.

Voldemort smirked down at the cornered Order, his delicate, snake-like fingers brushing up and down the walls of Hogwarts possesively. "Give up," he murmured. "You're surrounded. And even if you get away we have these two," his long, white fingers pointed to the captured Hermione and Ron. He smiled, "We'll know everything they know with only a couple curses."

Ron yelled and tried to jerk out of his captors grip. The fear in his eyes at the implication of torture was evident to all around. Voldemort smirked while Dumbledore closed his eyes and heaved a mournful sigh. Both men knew Ron wouldn't last long, giving the Death Eaters all they wanted to save himself from torture.

Voldemort turned back to the Order, a smile on his face as he opened his pale, graceful hand in a welcoming gesture. "Save yourself the trouble. You know the pain and fear that comes from hiding. Let go. Embrace the inevitable." Hermione shook in fear. Voldemort' voice was soft and murmuring, lulling the listeners into a false security, tugging at their mind to obey his orders. At the same time there was an maliciousness evident. Telling them he was not one to be crossed.

The Order glanced between each other before focusing on Dumbledore. He opened his eyes and gave the two captives a mournful look. "I'm sorry you two, but you know too much. It's for the best."

He threw two spells, one towards Ron, the other towards Hermione, before casting a massive apparition spell around the Order and Harry. The Death Eaters roared and charged but they were thrown into the destroyed walls of Hogwarts by the massive, brilliant red flash of magic.

The Death Eater holding Ron yelled and dropped the redhead. The spell had hit Ron in the throat, severing his head from his body in an immediate decapitation. In the midst of the insanity Hermione had turned away from the spell, but the arms of the Death Eater had trapped her. The spell slammed into her side. A ragged scream tore from her throat as a long, deep gash ripped into her side and across the side of her chest. Blood began pouring from the wound as the Death Eaters pulled themselves to their feet after the explosive magic.

A shriek of fury ripped from Voldemort's throat. He whipped his wand out and threw a painful curse at the Death Eater closest to where the Order had been. The man fell to the ground as bolts of electricity sparked around his body, ripping his skin away until he lay still, leaving the muscles of his body visable.

Voldemort hissed in anger, rubbing a long, graceful hand over his eyes. Dropping his hand he whirled around, black cloak flaring behind him. "To the courtyard! And bring the bloodtraitor's body!" The Death Eaters followed behind their master silently. The Death Eater who had held Ron picked up his body before grabbing the head by its red hair. Hermione gave a sob at the blank, fearful expression that would permanently remain on her friend's face.

The Death Eater holding her grabbed her waist and threw her over his shoulder. She gave a cry of pain but the Death Eater ignore her as he followed his fellows. The blood from her chest and side began running down her body to her shoulder before dropping onto the floor. Hermione's eyes watched as her crimson blood splashed across the dust covered floor, dropped onto chucks of the wall, mixing with the black singe mark of a spell.

As they entered the courtyard the Death Eaters formed a circle around the remaining, injured Hogwarts students. Ron's body and head were flung onto the pile of dead bodies. The Death Eater holding Hermione threw her to the ground. She cried out as her hip slammed into chuck of the castle. Her side flared angrily as a cloud of dust rose at the movement, dirt and dust entering the still bleeding gash in her side. There was a fearful whimper from the crowd before a pair of ragged jeans came into view. Looking up the brunette's eyes locked with the weeping blue gaze of Ginny Weasley.

The girl grabbed Hermione's arm and hoisted her to her feet. Gritting her teeth, the injured witch straightened and stiffly walked towards the group of students. She took a place next to the furious and battle-worn Neville who gave her a brave grin. "What are we going to do Hermione?" He bounced on the balls of his feet, eyes sparkling from the fight. "I'm ready to bash some Death Eater noses in!" Several surrounding Death Eaters raised their wands threateningly.

The high laugh of Voldemort called everyone's attention. "Oh the brave Longbottom. He should be fun to break." He smiled before reaching an elegant white hand to point out several students. "Weasly, Longbottom, Lovegood, Finnigan, Lee," his grin widened. "And Granger. Who could forget Granger." Death Eaters stepped forward and grabbed the named students pulling them away from the others.

Neville swung a heavy fist at his Death Eater, knocking the masked figure back, clutching their nose. With a sigh and the flick of his wand, Voldemort chained Neville for another Death Eater to grab. Shaking his head he watched as the group was separated.

Several still moments passed, broken only by the heavy breathing of the students and Neville's grunts as he tried to pull out of the chains. The Dark Lord seemed to be contemplating something. Suddenly a sadistic grin spread across his face. "Starting with the highest rank, each of my loyal followers may choose a student to do with whatever they wish. Any remaining will be second pick for the higher ranks."

Voldemort watched in amusement as the students cried out, clinging to friends, lovers, and family as they were dragged away by his followers.

As the last cries of protest died Voldemort raised his voice. "The names I selected as well as their holders will be coming with me to Riddle Manor. The rest of you..." he paused to glance around, his red eyes gleaming with perverted amusement. "Have fun!"

Cries went up again as the cloaked figures began disapperating with their new prisoners. Voldemort beckoned as the lower ranking followers disappeared.

"Fenrir." Hermione watched as the hulking figure of the notorious werewolf moved towards the small group. His long legs moved with an animalistic grace, the smooth slink of a predator. Dropping to his knee in front of the Dark Lord, his long dark hair fell across his face.

"What can I do to serve you, my Lord?" His voice was low and deep, smooth as bourbon with a vibrating roughness towards the end. It sent shivers down Hermione's back, whether from fear or from intrigue she wasn't sure.

Voldemort touched a graceful, pale hand to the werewolf's shoulder. "You will be coming with us. I have a special gift for you once I'm done." The snake-like man smirked before removing his hand and apperating. The others followed soon after. Hermione was thrown to her knees as soon as they touched ground. She bit down on her lip as her wound gave another gush of blood at the sudden movement. Dropping her head, Hermione fought the nausea swirling at the base of her stomach. The others were thrown to their knees as well, Neville collapsing gracelessly into his side due to the chains still holding him. The young man began throwing colorful, foul mouthed words at the Death Eaters.

A deep chuckle sounded from Fenrir. Hermione turned her head to look at the ferocious werewolf, eyes narrowing as she took him in. He was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, one ankle slung over the other as he lounged on the wall. His head turned and their eyes locked. He snarled at her, expecting the girl to flinch. Instead, Hermione bared her own teeth meeting the werewolf's stare unblinkingly.

Their gazes flew to Voldemort as he glided towards the students, long fingers playing dangerously with his wand. "Now, the real fun begins."

Ginny lay unconscious in a pool of her own blood, Seamus was whimpering as his body continued to spasm, Neville and Luna lay against each other, both staring into nothing as their bodies shook with spells. Lee lay dead at Voldemort's feet, his eyes glassy and body broken. Hermione was screaming as another Crucio was sent her way. Voldemort laughed high and cold as the girl shook on the ground. He let go of the spell and crouched down to watch. The witch had taken some of the worst spells and yet continued to defy him. But this last Crucio must have broken her.

Voldemort giggled to himself in sheer pleasure. Then movement melted the smile from his cold, white face. Hermione's arms shook as she pushed herself up. Lifting her head, she blew away several of her wild curls to meet Voldemort's cruel red gaze.

She smiled before spitting in his face. Blood and saliva slid down the Dark Lord's cheek, some of it gathering on the corner of his thin lips. The girl smirked. "Look whose got Mudblood on his face."

Voldemort let out a scream of fury. Lifting his wand he threw spell after spell. Hermione's screams bounced off the walls, echoing in the air around them. Luna was shaking and sobbing into Neville's shoulder.

With a furious hiss, Voldemort pointed a long finger towards Greyback. "You! Come here!" Greyback approached his eyes wary as he took in Voldemort's fury as well as the witch's form. Her body seized in spasms, her hands clawing at her arms and the floor.

Voldemort turned to the werewolf and muttered "Imperio". A film washed over Greyback's eyes as his mind was shoved behind a wall, able to watch yet not act. "Transform," the madman hissed. Greyback could do nothing to stop himself as his body melted into a four foot wolf. His midnight black coat rippled with muscle as he prowled forward.

Voldemort bared his teeth as he flicked his wand. Greyback shot forward, crashing his weight onto Hermione's chest. One of his massive paws dig into the gash that stretched to her chest. She gave a strangled cry as the werewolf's weight pressed down onto the open wound. Voldemort gave a vicious wave. Greyback launched forward, his dagger-like teeth locking onto Hermione's shoulder. She screamed as the werewolf's jaws closed tighter, clamping onto her shoulder bone as well as her flesh.

Greyback could feel the bone groaning under his jaw's pressure. The werewolf venom leeked from his teeth, seeping into her flesh and blood. Before anymore damage could be done Voldemort dispersed the spell. Greyback's mind flooded back to his brain. The wolf's glassy eyes cleared, turning from a milky white to a rich, April blue. Ever so carefully, the wolf released his jaws and pulled back.

Hermione sucked in a harsh breath as his teeth pulled out of her body, an awful sucking noise popping into the still air. Thick, creamy strands of saliva and venom ran down the wolf's jaws, sticking to his midnight black pelt.

Voldemort let out a high shriek of joy, clapping his hands together in exclamation. Hermione lay panting on the marble floor, body still quivering slightly from the spells, blood seeping onto the floor below her. Her eyes flicked back and forth, lids barely open. The massive wolf tilted his head, watching as the blood dripped from her shoulder. His tongue unconsciously swiped at his gleaming teeth, the taste of her blood sending shivers through his massive shoulders.

Voldemort turned with a wicked grin to his followers. "Take your pick. But leave the Mudblood." His head snaked back to the figure laying on the floor. His neck cracked as his head tilted to look at her. "This one goes with my loyal pet." The wolf's clear eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the title. Greyback shifted back, eyes never moving from the figure on the floor. Voldemort waved his slender, pale hand. "Go on, take her! She's yours."

Greyback knelt to the Dark Lord before walking to the half-conscious witch. Grabbing her limp body, the werewolf flung her onto his shoulder. The back of her jacket was soaked through with blood. The thick, iron smell of her blood filled his sensitive nostrils. There was something sweet about it ... Shaking his head, the werewolf turned and apperated away.