His Worst Mistake [One-shot]

Nevodeon · Geplaatst: Za Sep 01, 2007 18:57

New story about Greyback. Not veeery touching or something but nice information.
I just felt like writing it, although I know it could be done better. Maybe later.

Anyway, here you go.. Please react in PM or in the reaction topic. Thank u.

His worst mistake

A green light. Another one. A man’s laughter sounded hard and horrible. His father. Drunk, again. Another green light. Mr Greyback ran away. Fenrir looked at the bodies of his dead friends. His dead Muggle friends. The children of Mr Greyback’s boss. Lifeless eyes looking at Fenrir. Tears leaking from his eyes like water. His name. Someone yelled his name. He looked behind him. Someone was shaking him.

‘Fenrir, wake up! Fenrir!’ said a woman’s voice. ‘You were yelling in your sleep. Are you okay?’ Fenrir blinked a few times. He saw his sister sitting on his bed. She was young, blond and much prettier than he was, although she looked very worried.
‘Yeah.. Yeah.. ‘m fine. Don’t worry.. Bad dream.. I’m fine.. Go back to sleep, Di..’ He gave a watery smile at his younger sister. She smiled back and walked to the door. She walked out and closed the door. Fenrir looked at the clock. Three o’clock. He closed his eyes, but didn’t catch sleep again.

A ticking sound told him it was time to wake up. He walked to the window, gave the owl a few Knuts and threw the newspaper on his bed. Diana’s bed. So nice of her to take him in her house. She was the best sister a werewolf guy could ever ask for.
He got dressed and took the newspaper downstairs. Diana was already in the kitchen, making breakfast. She didn’t notice her brother getting inside. He took a seat quietly and opened the Prophet. He saw a picture of a fat, disgusting man. Scars were all over his face and his teeth were pointy. His face looked familiar. He started reading.

Zanto Wir, the most famous werewolf these days, has died. Wir had contacts with the ministry and made sure everyone was safe from the other werewolves. Now Wir is not with us anymore, we warn every reader of the Daily Prophet. Werewolves do not have a leader anymore, so they have no reason to stay calm. Close every door and window on full moon nights. Try to stay away from werewolves as much as possible. Do not search them, they are extraordinary dangerous at the moment, until the Ministry finds a new werewolf leader. Once more, be careful!

Fenrir looked at the list of Full Moon nights, that was placed next to the picture of Wir. The following night was in three days. Imagine that he forgot. He could bite his sister, and that would be horrible. At least he knew now.

That afternoon he decided to go to Diagon Alley, to buy some new clothes. As he smiled at the barkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron, he stepped towards the wall, which opened after he touched a few rocks with his wand. Fenrir entered and the entry disappeared. He passed a few shops without looking at it, and some he gave a quick glance. One shop really yelled for his attention. Not really the shop, but the visitor. A huge man was walking in the store with his son, probably looking for school supplies. Yes, the boy was probably eleven by now.
Fenrir took a seat in a chair outside the shop on the other side of the way. He didn’t get his eyes of the huge man. A big grin appeared on his face when he came outside. He got to his feet and picked the son up. The huge man looked aside and saw his son being lifted by Greyback, who was only 5 centimetre taller than he was. ‘Let go, Greyback,’ he said with a little flaw of threat in his voice. Fenrir grinned and dropped the boy on the floor, from quite a height.
‘I’m sorry, Chesters. I thought he’d like it.’
‘He doesn’t like strangers.’
‘Do you want to call me a stranger, Chesters? You met me in my first year. You were the only one as big and strong as I was. Don’t you remember, Chesters?’
‘Leave my kids alone, Greyback.’
‘Oh, but I love kids, you must’ve known that.’
‘Not mine. Leave them alone, or you’ll be sorry.’
‘What are you gonna do then, you filthy prick.’ As soon as he said that, Chesters had pulled his wand and pointed it directly at Fenrir’s heart.
‘No.. swearing with my son around, got it?’
‘So that’s your son, is it. Stand up, kid, you’ll get dirty. Good boy.’ He winked and gave a playful bite in the air, which young Chesters found utterly amusing. His father didn’t think so.
‘Stay away from him, Greyback!’
‘D’you hear that, boy? Do I look so scary? Don’t you think I’m a nice guy?’ said Fenrir, acting very nicely, ‘What’s your name, kid?’
‘It’s.. It’s Tim,’ said the boy softly, because he knew his father wouldn’t be satisfied.
‘That’s a nice name. D’you want some icecream, maybe? Or are you to nervous for your first schooldays. You are going to Hogwarts, right?’ Fenrir took out his little sack of money, and the boy grinned.
Then, all of a sudden, Fenrir saw a red light, and he got thrown in the air, then dropped on the floor again. His happy face turned red of anger. He got back to his feet and stepped at Chesters. ‘That was your worst mistake.’ Before Chesters could do anything else, he received a fist in his face. Tim screamed.
Fenrir turned around and walked back to the Leaky Cauldron. He saw the warning from the Daily Prophet hanging in the bar and that gave him an idea.

Three days later, 5 o’clock in the evening. Fenrir told his sister he went to his usual forest, and she believed it. Fenrir disapparated and apparated in a busy wizards village. A lot of people stared at him. They knew he was a werewolf, Fenrir thought.
There it was. Chesters’ house. He walked to the window and saw Tim playing inside. Fenrir knocked on the window softly and Tim looked up. He ran to the door and stared at Fenrir’s face. ‘What are you doing here? Sir?’ he asked.
‘I wanted to give you that ice-cream I promised you. D’you want to come?’
‘I think I have to tell my fath..’
‘No, that’s not needed. Come, we’ll tell him when we come back.’

An few hours later. The sun was lowering and Tim was enjoying his tenth scoop of ice-cream. Fenrir grinned. ‘Give me your hand, Tim. Don’t let go, until we’re home again, okay?’
Tim nodded. They walked back to Chesters’ house. Then finally, he saw it. Not the house, but the moon. It was huge, white and more beautiful than it has ever been. He felt odd. Different from other times. This time was nice. A hard scream of Chesters sr.

He woke up. Ten owls knocking on the window, all carrying letters. Probably complaints. Fenrir grinned. He took all the letters, and burned them immediately. Chesters’ worst mistake, that’s what it was.