Not So Savage

FenrirxHermione

Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Not So Savage

Chapter 1

It was over; the battle was over, and they had lost. Harry Potter was dead at the hands of Lord Voldemort, leaving those that had fought to save the Wizarding World mourning the freedom and cause that they had fought for. Among them was Hermione Granger as she sat bound with the Weasley family in the Great Hall in the ruins of Hogwarts, them waiting for what the Dark Lord was going to do now that he had won. Her brown eyes followed Voldemort as he walked among his Death Eaters, reveling in his glory as his followers worshiped and congratulated him on his victory over Harry Potter. Tears filled her eyes as she remembered Harry walking away to his death, only to return still and cold in Hagrid's arms.

Oh Harry, why? She thought as a tear fell from her eye. Her thoughts were interrupted when Voldemort began to speak loudly and clearly.

"My loyal followers, you have done well to serve me in this battle. And look how your hard work has paid off," Voldemort said, grinning as his Death Eaters cheered in victory. "And now I am the ruler of all of the Wizarding World. And I will begin my reign starting now."

Turning to face the captives he smiled wickedly and said, "And I will begin by eliminating all Mudbloods, filthy Half-bloods, and blood traitors. Unless, some of you wish to have a chance to save your worthless lives and serve me faithfully."

None of them responded in words, though many let out hisses at the absurdity of the statement. Who in the world would join the Dark Lord willingly and stomp all over the memory of Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter? They were stronger and better than that, at least most of them were. There were however, a few who weren't as strong and were scared. It was the younger ones, fifth years and younger that stood as best as they could and took tentative steps towards Lord Voldemort. The wizard's red eyes looked over them as he smiled, pleased to see that some of the young witches and wizards coming forth were fit to have sense and take him up on his offer.

Voldemort looked back among the crowd of captives and saw that no more were stepping forth. Nodding he said, "Very well then. Since I am a merciful lord, I will not let you suffer a slow, painful death. Shall I start with one of Harry Potter's closest friends?"

The Death Eaters shouted their approval and Voldemort signaled for Alecto Carrow to grab the Mudblood. As she approached her, Hermione began to struggle, as well as Ron as he tried to keep Hermione away from the Death Eater. However, Alecto backhanded Ron so hard he fell over, making it easy for her to grab Hermione and drag her over to stand in front of the Dark Lord despite the girl's struggles.

"Hermione Granger, I hear that you are one of the brightest witches of your age. I must say that is impressive, for a Mudblood of course," the Dark Lord said, a chorus of chuckles coming from his Death Eaters. He circled around the brunette before saying, "It is unfortunate that you refused to use your brilliant brain to help aid me in my cause."

"I would never have helped you, ever!" Hermione said, letting out a yelp at the slap Alecto delivered to her face.

Lord Voldemort hummed before saying, "Very well then. I hope you are prepared to die, Hermione Granger. I promise it will be quick and painless."

Tears fell from Hermione's eyes as she begged, "No, please!"

Voldemort raised his wand, pointing it at the young witch as he prepared himself to say the Killing Curse. However, he was interrupted by a voice calling out, "Excuse me, my lord."

Everyone turned their heads to see Severus Snape walk into the Great Hall, his clothes covered in blood and his stride a little slow, but still standing upright. Hermione stared wide eyed and mouth agape at seeing the Potions Master alive. She was sure that he had died in the Shrieking Shack. Many of the captives murmured at seeing the man alive after she and Ron had stated he was dead. No other exclamation about it was louder than Ron's though as he shouted, "What the hell? You're supposed to be bloody dead!"

Snape glanced at the red haired boy before waving his wand towards Ron, magically conjuring a piece of cloth and gagging him with it. Turning back to face the Dark Lord he bowed and spoke, "I apologize for arriving late, my lord."

"Severus, I must say that I am surprised you are alive. I must ask you, how?" Voldemort said in surprise.

"I had a few phials of anti-venom and Blood Replenishing potions on me, and I was able to heal my wounds just enough so that I won't bleed out. The Elder Wand that you possessed actually belonged to Potter, which is why it wouldn't respond to you properly. You've killed him now, so the wand responds to only to you alone now."

"Is that so? Then I give you my deepest apologies for intending to end your life. Now if you will excuse me Severus, I was in the middle of giving Harry Potter's friend a merciful death."

"If I may speak, my lord, I have another suggestion that may work that just killing the captives."

"And that would be?"

"Allow some of your followers to have them, anyone that they will take one, and let them do as they please. The captives left over can either be disposed of or made to serve you like House Elves. That is my suggestion, my lord."

Lord Voldemort looked at Severus before turning to the captives in thought. Severus had suggested an intriguing idea, and he liked it. Nodding he said, "Excellent idea, Severus. We will go through with your suggestion, but on one condition: females only."

The female captives began to cry out and struggle against their binds, the male captives also in an uproar as many of them had their significant others with them; for others, it was their sister or daughters. Voldemort and the Death Eaters laughed at the pathetic attempts at escape before he fired off several red sparks into the air, immediately silencing everyone.

Facing Hermione once again he said, "You will be the first one, and I will choose which of my followers will take you. Consider it a favor over being chosen by anyone of my Death Eaters."

Red eyes scanned the crowd of Death Eaters, noting how many of the males were eyeing the young witch up and down lustfully. Voldemort kept searching for who he would give the Mudblood off to before settling on one figure in particular. With an evil grin he said, "Step forth, Fenrir."

Hermione's eyes widened as she saw notoriously savage werewolf Fenrir Greyback step from the ranks of the Death Eaters, facing the Dark Lord with a vicious grin, his pointed teeth showing from his pulled lips. The Dark Lord looked up at the big brute of a former man and told him, "The Mudblood is yours to do with as you wish. I believe you stated that you wanted to take a bite out of her."

Fenrir's blue eyes drifted to Hermione as he nodded, replying, "Yes, my lord."

"Take her then."

"Yes, my lord."

Fenrir advanced on Hermione, his long legs closing the space between them before she had time to created more space between them. The werewolf grabbed the brunette and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her screams and pleads to be put down and the captives alarmed shouts before Disapparating away.

Author's Note: I'm trying something a little differently this time around with pairing off Hermione. This has been an idea that has been on my mind for a while and I finally decided to put it down on paper. I hope you guys give it a chance and stay tuned. Love, SehunsBae37.