Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line. People and places (and most spells) belong to the amazing JK Rowling.
Chapter One
They had him cornered at last. Harry Potter, the head of the auror department, and a small group of aurors had finally cornered one of the final Death Eaters to have evaded Azkaban Prison.
The group circled around him, wands pointed. There was no possible escape this time for him, and from the way his eyes darted around, he knew it.
Harry raised a hand, the signal to wait, to not attack unless necessary. Unless the man refused to come quietly. He stepped forward, toward the center of the circle, toward the cornered Death Eater.
"You have one chance to come quietly. Hand over your wand, or this many get nasty. Neither of us want that." The cornered man didn't move or speak. "Unless your plan is to make this even worse on yourself, you'll hand over…"
"I'm wandless," the man snarled.
Harry stared at the man, who simply glared right back at him. "You've been evading us for months and you expect me to believe you're unarmed? Don't make me use force."
"Do what you must. I'm…"
The man broke off as a black-cloaked figure wearing a white mask apparated into the center of the circle. Before any of the aurors could react, the figure pointed his wand at the captive and said "lupis hominus repeto juvenis vigintiduo," and disaparated.
Harry and the rest stared at the spot where the cloaked Death Eater had just stood, barely a second before. Finally, remembering why they were there to begin with, he looked back at the cornered Death Eater, except he was gone.
In his place was a younger man, though with the same ratty jeans and long, grey streaked hair. The aurors' wands were immediately aimed at the young man, who panicked, throwing his arms in the air and dropping to his knees.
"I did nothing! I swear, it wasn't me! Please, have mercy," the man screamed. He was shaking with cold and fear as he pleaded with the aurors.
Harry raised his hand again, and the aurors lowered their wands slightly.
"What is your name?" Harry asked, already knowing and dreading the man's answer.
The captive looked up at him and whispered, "Greyback. Fenrir Greyback."
This has been in the works for a few months now, and I have a couple chapters ready. I know the eventual outcome, but lets see how we get there!
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