Prologue
Main Pairing: OC/Ron
Summary: Julietta Greyback journeys to Hogwarts in the dead of the night; with the sole intention of confronting Bill Weasley and his brothers about Fenrir Greyback's attack. However, she finds herself a little... distracted by the youngest son. And so begins a tale of love and hatred, life and death, where friendships are cemented and hearts broken.
Rating applies to later chapters, as do most of the warnings.
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Book 7 Disregarded, Character Death, DH Spoilers, Sexual Situations, Violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please do not attempt to sue, I have a relative who's a lawyer!
A/N: This is my first Fanfic, so please be kind! I would be really grateful if you would read and then review to tell me where I'm going wrong and how I can improve.
Fenrir Greyback and Arthur Weasley were as different as Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. A savage werewolf and a muggle loving wizard who had almost nothing to connect them in any way.
Until the autumn of 1984.
Because what Fenrir and Arthur did have in common was offspring. And a short, chance encounter between two of their children inspired their lives to become irrevocably entangled. Two men who had never even met were now so involved in the other's existence that the future itself would be influenced. Hatred or Compassion flowed through their veins and persuaded them to act accordingly.
Arthur kept his compassion in a distant corner of his heart and mind, brought out when necessary.
Fenrir, on the other hand, kept his hatred constantly in his mind and heart. Finally, his dedication and patience were rewarded and he was given the opportunity to strike. He seized it with both of his blood-soaked hands.
The unfortunate victim was Bill Weasley.
Fenrir recognized him the moment his sinful eyes settled on him. His master had promised at least one of the blood traitors would be present at the fight. Fenrir had spent hours, days, memorising the newspaper photograph in Egypt; until he could identify them all in a moment. It had paid off; for he knew it was the eldest he had mutilated.
It had worked out better than he could have hoped. There is always a special bond parents have with the firstborn. Fenrir's attack would have shaken Arthur to the core. It was a great victory (though he briefly mourned the lack of the devastating full moon on the night) and there would be many more like it. Many more attacks of brutality and bloodshed on the six Weasley sons, until Arthur's pain could be matched by no other in any life. Until even death itself would seem a blessing in comparison.
Fenrir smiled, teeth glinting cruelly in the shadows of the shelter. His time of revenge had finally arrived. His wonderful wife, his beautiful daughter. Their suffering would no longer be in vain. One dead, one living, both so very alone.
'I'll be home soon, Julietta,' Fenrir vowed to himself. 'I just need to finish this. Your past experience will not be in vain, my darling. Soon, the blood of our enemies will stain this earth. We will be free, you and I. Just let me finish this. It will not take long. Soon, Arthur Weasley will be a broken man and his sons will be ruined. Nothing can stop me, my angel. Not the pathetic laws, not the Ministry, and especially not our prey. Wait a while, Julietta. Just a little longer.'
Fenrir had thought of everything. Or so he thought.
The idea of love threatening his plans had never crossed his mind. Why would it? Love is not something that occurs between enemies. Particularly not ones with the surname 'Greyback' or 'Weasley'.
A Greyback daughter and a Weasley son.
A match made in heaven and cursed by hell.