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Hermione held her breath. She knew she had to run. It was a chance. Her chance.
The fog hung deep between the old houses of London. She cowered behind a corner, hoped she would stay silent enough. She waited, counted, on ten the men in the dark cloaks walked past her as she cast a protective spell. She counted further, on thirty she ran. Hoping the silencing spell would be strong enough. She didn’t look back, she didn’t breathe and she didn’t stop. The houses flew by, the shadows swirling into one big dark spot that kept following her but she just kept going.
Suddenly she was stopped. The force of the stop almost made her fall but she kept herself on her feet. “Well, well, well who do we have here?” The blood in her veins ran cold. She stood perfectly still, almost like a shadow herself. The Voice of no other than Fenrir Greyback sent a shiver down her spine. He and his entourage stood before her. He stepped foreward, cupping her chin. “Talk, girl.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order, an order which could kill her if she didn’t obey. His fingers dug into her flesh. “ I will not ask again. Who. Are. You. ?” With every word his firm grip got more painful. Hermione lifted her gaze, looked into his ugly, evil eyes and answered. “My name is Millicent Bulstrode.” She had previously brewed polyjuice potion and taken a few hairs off the dead body, that was once Millicent. She just hoped nobody knew the girl had died. Greybacks Eyebrow shot upwards and almost disappeared into his hairline. “Are you then? Let’s check, shall we gentlemen?” His grin was straight out of a horror movie and shivers ran down Hermiones back. “You can check if you want. I have nothing to hide.” she said with a firm voice. What the hell did he want to check? What was that supposed to mean?! Oh Merlin please let me succeed in whatever kind of test that will be!
On the outside nothing of her inner battle was showing as she stood tall and with broad shoulders eye to eye with the incredibly dangerous and disgusting werewolf. His breath, smelling like he was rotting inside, felt warm and wet on her face but she refused to back down. The men in the back cheered for the so called leader. Suddenly Greyback changed his demeanor, gripping Hermiones right hand. She prayed to all the gods and wizards she knew, that the potion did its job right. Greyback looked at her bare forearm, then he looked at her face, then at the arm again. “So “Millie”” he spat the name out. Hermione knew that was her end. “Where is your burn mark?” She swallowed hard. There were two ways. Either this was a test or he just caught her. She decided to go with the first one, given that if it was the second possibility all was lost anyways. “Oh right yes” she managed to fake laugh as if she just had forgotten about a deal with friends. “The mark, yes. See you yourself know that the sacred 28 keep their skin clean, besides one special mark.” She winked at him and almost threw up. It was a long shot but it was worth it. He looked at her. The men started grinning. Shit. That was not a good sign. “Good guess but no.” Shit. Without another word he shot a stinger at her, she managed to cast one last wordless spell, before the world went black.