Early sunset and a pensieve [One-Shot] FINISHED

Nevodeon · Geplaatst: Zo Aug 05, 2007 2:06

And I'm back, finally finished a story, but that wasn't hard, since it's an One-Shot.

It's a story about Fenrir Greyback, which is my favorite bad-guy. I've been trying to write stories about him several times, but now finally I succeeded.

It isn't quite for the youngest amongst us. If you think you're too young, don't read this.
This is my result;

Early Sunset and a Pensieve
As the sun was setting extreemly early that day, a man sat in a house that looked rather abandoned. Several windows were broken, stones were missing and the garden looked like nobody has ever done anything about it.
Yet, there was a light flickering from inside the house. It was obvious that there was somebody inside, but you wouldn't think that the man actually lived there.
The man was holding a wand against his head, pulled out a white, glowing string and dropped it in a pensieve. He repeated that a couple of times, and his face became more miserable by the second. He hasn't shaved for weeks, had a lot of scars and didn't look like a man you'd like to meet in a dark alleyway.
Suddenly a rock got thrown through the window. ‘Oi! Greyback! Clean up your mess, old man!’ shouted a kid from outside. Greyback stood up rather wild and pointed his wand at the boy. ‘Crucio!’ he yelled and the kid was lifted from the ground, screaming in pain. As Greyback heard some doors opening, he lowered his wand and the kid fell on the ground, not quite happy. Greyback grinned and smashed the door, which fell out of his post. A great growl came from the house and the door came back in his post, nobody knowing what happened. ‘Stupid Muggles,’ he whispered, walking back to his pensieve, who knows where he got it from.
One last string came from his head and Greyback put his wand back in his pocket. Slowly, he moved his face towards the silvery substance, and as his nose touched the cold stuff, he left his room and landed in another house, looking less abandoned than the previous, but still better.

A small boy of what seemed to be 5 years old was smiling and waving at a picture of an older woman, his mother. She died too early and it was a great loss, since his father was a horrible man. A big, fat, hairy man came walking in the room and pulled the boy up on his hair. ‘What are you doing, boy? Didn' I tell ya to help me? Didn' I tell ya to help me do the things your mum used to do, hmm? You useless little..’ He gave the boy a hard slap, which he responded by crying. ‘Oh, cryin' don't help, boy. Workin' helps! You better go in the kitchen, or else you'll get another one of these. There's more where tha' come from, kid!’ Another slap. ‘See? Want some more, huh?’ Another slap. ‘Stop crying, you useless little sh*t!’ Another few slaps, the kid started to bleed. ‘Oh, now I have to clean ya mess up too.’ Just as he was going to slap again, a little girl started to cry. The father turned to her instantly and his voice changed into a cute cheer-up voice. ‘Don' cry, Diana, love, don' cry, everythin's gonna be alright, innit? Yeah, everythin's fine. Stupid Fenrir isn't worth seein' your tears, deer, stop cryin'.’ It went on for several minutes and finally the child stopped crying. Mr Greyback ran back to Fenrir and kicked him. Then everything went black.

All the black disappeared, and it turned into a forest. It was nearly dark and it seemed to be a full moon night.
As if he had been there before, he walked towards a tree and saw a small boy on the ground, leaning against the tree. He was really small, not older than 8. His way to big clothes were dirty, which meant that his family wasn't rich. With a very high, sad voice, he started to sing about a wizard who lost all his friends. Big tears streamed from his eyes on the ground.
Suddenly, a great howl came from deeper inside the forest. The young Greyback looked up, frightened. He's heard about werewolves and prefered not to meet one. He'd get bitten and everyone would hate him. As if they didn't already.
He stood up and ran towards the city. The older Greyback followed, looking more sad than ever. Another howl was heard and the little Greyback ran faster, the old Greyback having troubles to keep up. Then it suddenly happened. A huge hairy animal came from the right and jumped on the small boy. The boy screamed and cried, but suddenly he went quiet. Blood coming from his neck, the werewolf left again. Nobody could see him, he was all alone. It became black again.

The black turned into a classroom. A 12 years old Fenrir ran in and the teacher glared at him as he took his seat. ‘Detention, mr Greyback. My office, tonight. Or.. is it Moonnight tonight,’ grinned the professor, and Fenrir glared back. ‘No, sir, it isn't,’ he replied. ‘Good,’ said the professor. ‘We'll make it a worse nightmare than the day you got bitten.’ Several classmates laughed, but Fenrir didn't. He stood up, looking furious. The professor pulled out his wand and grinned. ‘Sit down, mr Greyback. Or I'll ma-’ But he wasn't able to finish. The little boy, who had grown a lot in the last 4 years, ran at his teacher, slammed away the wand he was holding and started hitting his professor, who fell on the ground. He kept hitting, and nobody stopped him. The boy who had been the laugh of the class, was now a killer and nobody dared to touch him. There was a final move from the professor, and then he went still. No moving. No breathing. Nothing happened. Everything went black.

Greyback found himself standing in an office with a lot of paintings of old headmasters. He missed someone, who was dead in his own time. Behind the desk sat that man. The headmaster of his time, Armando Dippet. In the chair opposite him was the boy, with more scars than ever. ‘Greyback,’ said professor Dippet. ‘This cannot go on. We have got no place for werewolves, like yourself. Children could get hurt if you forget the night. Everyone is terrified of you. Since your father died 2 years ago, you're a horrible person. You.. You killed a professor. I know this is the only place for you, but I'm going to have to send you out of school, never to return.’ The boy was crying. ‘I'm sorry, professor. I didn't know what I was doing. He was making fun of me, as he always was, and all of a sudden I was sitting on his dead body, with bloo- LISTEN!’ He stopped. Dippet wasn't even listening to him and he cried more. Phineas Nigellus was the only portrait who spoke. ‘Armando, you've got to give the Slytherin a chance.’ ‘The point that he is a Slytherin ànd a werewolf is enough for me to send hem away, Phineas,’ said Dippet, rather fast. Fenrir stood up. Everything went black.

An 18 year old man was walking through Diagon Alley. He looked horrible, a lot like the man who was walking besides him, only thinner. A lot thinner. Skinny, you could say. The young Greyback walked into a dark store, which many people were surprised of that it was in Diagon Alley. A handsome man was standing in the store, talking to his wife. As the Greybacks walked in, he stopped. ‘Fenrir Greyback, isn't it. Scum. Better leave the country before it's full moon again. Tonight, right?’ The young Fenrir nodded. ‘Thought so. Shoo, scum, nobody wants you here.’ The young Fenrir turned and walked back outside. Everything went black.

A 24 year old Greyback stood in front of a house. He was grinning. The eldest Greyback was looked at the younger Greyback, terrified. A cloud moved and it showed a full moon. The younger Greyback screamed, he had pain, that was obvious. The older Greyback didn't transform. He looked at the younger, transforming into a beast who had bit him years ago. He stared at a boy, running back to his house. ‘Run, Remus, get back inside!’ yelled the man from the store, looking older. The werewolf ran at Remus and Greyback shaked his head. ‘Shouldn't've insulted me, Lupin, Your son payed the price, right.. now.’ The werewolf ran away, leaving the boy behind with his father, who was crying and shouting ‘Why!’ Everything went black.

Greyback was back in his room. Alone. His eyes watery, his hands shaking. He was a monster. But then he grinned as an evil docter. ‘I'm exactly what I want to be.’ He looked outside. The boy was still laying on the ground, a couple of relatives close. ‘I'll kill him next time. Watch out.’ He looked at his arm, which had been curved with letters. "Fenrir Greyback, the second most famous killer"