Hermione sat there observing everyone while they played Quidditch. She laughed as they sped past her on their brooms.

She was sitting on the ground, a book next to her, forgotten, as she watched her friends throw a quaffle toward the three hoops. She noticed that Charlie was the Keeper, something she didn't notice before then, she knew he was a Seeker at Hogwarts. She watched him catch the quaffle, by leaning to the side, stretching out his long arms.

Hermione's mouth went dry as she watched his arms ripple as he caught it. Lately, Hermione had been noticing more things about him.

Like how every morning before the others are up Charlie goes for a run. By then Hermione would be up. She would make a cup of coffee for the both of them.

Meeting up for breakfast and coffee every morning since school had let out for the summer became a regular occurrence. They both enjoyed each other's company, talking about anything that came to mind.

Recently, Hermione had been seeing Charlie in a different light.

A romantic light.

Another flash of red hair flew by Hermione with an excited yell.

Bill.

Hermione sighed wistfully when he clapped Charlie on the shoulder with a bright smile on his scarred face.

She thought Bill seemed happier since his marriage with Fleur fell apart due to her Veela heritage rejecting him due to his slight lycanthropy from the slashes he sustained from Greyback.

After Fleur attacking him violently a handful of times, they both decided to split amicably, mostly for the sake of their now three-year-old daughter, Victoire.

Hermione, herself loved the little three-year-old who was as rambunctious and mischievous as her aunt and uncles.

Said little girl was sitting next to Hermione watching her father fly on his broom, laughing as she clapped for him.

Hermione laughed at the blonde girl as she, herself watched the Weasley men who held her attention fly with their siblings and Harry.

"Their pretty good, aren't they, Victoire?" Hermione asked the young girl.

Victoire nodded vigorously, "Oui." She looked to Hermione, "Wanna fly too."

Hermione smiled softly before nodding at the young girl. "Your papa is a really good flier. Maybe after the game, we can talk to him to see if he can take you flying, yeah?"

Victoire nodded vigorously, smiling wide at that idea.

Their gaze was brought back to the game after Ginny's piercing scream sounded. Hermione saw a figure fall toward the ground, but couldn't tell who it was. Before the figure hit the ground Bill rushed forward and snatched whoever it was onto his own broom.

Another scream pierced the air as cloaked figures appeared in the field, flinging spells.

Hermione stood, gathering Victoire into her arms, wand at the ready. "Hold tight, sweet." She told the young girl. Victoria nodded as she clung to Hermione's neck in terror.

Cloaked figures appeared behind Hermione, trying to catch her off guard. She spun quickly, keeping the girl in her arms out of harm's way. She shot off hexes at the figures before they could even aim their wands at her and the girl.

A hex shot through the air, slicing a piece of Hermione's hair off. Victoria gasped in terror as she felt the heat from the hex that flew at them.

"Shit," Hermione mumbled as she quickly turned toward more figures heading their way.

"Victoire!" Bill's voice sounded frantically from across the field.

Victoria tightened her grip on Hermione slightly before calling, "Papa!"

Suddenly, Hermione went flying through the air. She turned so she wouldn't land on the girl then maneuvered onto her back to hang like a monkey.

Hermione gasped as the air flew out of her lungs. "Are you hurt?" she asked the girl. Victoria shook her head before a scream ripped from her throat.

Hermione drew her gaze to the cloaked figures standing over them. Her brown gaze immediately met the amber gaze of Fenrir Greyback.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Fenrir drawled, his voice gravelly with a perpetual growl.

Hermione gathered Victoire behind her as best she could without moving too much. "Greyback." She snarled, moving to protect the most vulnerable member of the Weasley family.

"Oh, feisty." Greyback chuckled. A shiver worked its way up Hermione's spine. A shiver he noticed with a pointed grin.

"I'll show you feisty, arsehole," Hermione stated as she flung her strongest hex at the werewolf. The magic that flew out of her wand was different than usual.

It was the intent. Intent on making sure Victoire was safe. Safe from the monster that stood in front of them. Safe from the monster that scarred her father. Safe from the same monster that wanted to do horrible things to Hermione during the war.

Her magic hit its mark dead center in the chest. Unfortunately, it only stunned him momentarily.

"Fuck," she gasped as his gaze met hers full of malice.

"Papa!" The young girl screamed again. Only this time her scream caught the attention of Greyback.

A smile gradually worked his way onto his face. "Just who are you?" He asked the blonde girl.

"Stay away from her!" Hermione growled. Greyback froze in shock as she growled at him.

"Interesting." He stated as he leaned in closer to Hermione and sniffed deeply.

"What is?" She asked as she scrambled to her feet, clutching Victoire to her.

"Seems you're wolf," was all he said before he was tackled to the ground by a furious father and an equally furious uncle.

Hermione clutched her wand tighter in her hand, "You're mistaken, Greyback. I'm no wolf."

Greyback chuckled, "Not completely. At least not yet. You're the child of one."

Bill growled low in his throat, "Explain."

Greyback looked around and saw his companions had fallen or were ran off. With a sigh, he explained, "You are the child of a werewolf. You are a female child of a werewolf. Being a female, it gives you the probability of being born a werewolf, or a born-wolf, I should say. Male offspring won't or can't, it's unknown why, have this probability of changing."

Hermione gripped her wand tighter in her hand before pointing it at the werewolf. "You're lying."

Greyback laughed maniacally, "Am I?"