A/N As promised, we have here a Greyback and Remus ficading. I'm not sure about how many chapters there'll be. I'm not sure if I'll FINISH it.

Characters: Remus Lupin, Fenrir Greyback, main.


Warning: All six books, probably.

Setting: First War

Disclaimer: If I made up any of these characters, places or ideas, then Hitler was a nice little boy who skipped around and handed out shellfish to tourists.

It was raining that night. Typical English weather. Not proper rain either. Simply a light drizzle with a setting mist and a looming presence of dampness that, for some reason, made wood feel wet. Odd sort of place, England. Needed to make up its mind every once in a while about what sort of weather it liked. It wasn't exactly late, I reflected. I glanced around the streets. It was late enough, though, for the streets to be too dark for anyone to be properly comfortable out on them.

A cat was prowling the alley way I was taking a shortcut down. It was funny that even though I haven't been here in years, the deserted streets of Hogsmeade are still well known to be. I turned a corner and the cat followed, purring slightly. It seemed to be watching me, its yellowy-green eyes standing out against its body. I looked at it again. It was a shaggy tabby cat, probably a stray, and it lingered a good five metres behind me, which wasn't anything different. Cats never liked me, not since I was bitten. They seem to sense what I really am and stay weary of it. I turned another corner, the flickering street light now shedding some brightness on the road and the cat hovered in the alley way before briskly turning around. I shivered slightly, feeling as if the only company I had was now gone.

I had pulled on a rough, thick cloak for the occasion which I'd borrowed from Moody. I turned the collar up so that my face wasn't so easily seen. The last thing I needed was, if I didn't get what I wanted, a hungry werewolf running after me. The streets of Hogsmeade seemed barer than they usually were. I hadn't really been out here this late before, save for the few times with the Marauders, but then it seemed natural that the streets were bear. Now.. it was just odd and unnerving.

Looking around once, I walked on, lowering my head.

It had only come to decision a few weeks ago in the Order of the Phoenix meeting. In all reality, everyone knew what was happening, they were just denying it. Having Voldemort rising in power was bad enough for people but now more things were happening. Stranger things. Children would go missing. Now there was no doubt about it. The werewolves had joined Lord Voldemort. And they were making an impact.

Naturally, they needed a spy. And here I was.

It had been an awkward meeting, embarrassment hidden behind business as we discussed how we could spy. Eventually it was all settled. At the end of the meeting, though, Dumbledore had me pulled aside. He had asked me if I was sure this was all right, while still pressuring on the necessity of the task. I wanted to do my bit for the Order. Danger didn't matter anymore. I agreed, assuring Dumbledore it was alright.

It wasn't alright, though. I agreed to it, I felt sure I was doing something better than I had been doing, hell, I am! But it is dangerous. It's not as if I'm in school anymore. It's not like I have James and Sirius by my side, helping me.

I pulled my cloak tighter around myself, hands brushing the rough jumper underneath. Underneath that was a plain tee-shit and below that a pair of old joggers. I didn't exactly dress up for the occasion.

Dumbledore had helped me with what to do when I meet up with Fenrir. I'd need all the help I can get, mind. When I heard the werewolf's name it struck me like a brick wall. I had thought – or, rather, hoped – that the old werewolf had died long ago. I never bothered to look into it. Maybe I was scared of what the result would be. But, no. He was still around, it seemed. And now I was meeting up with him. I was meeting up with the man who made my life hell and I had to act like that was okay.

I'd sent a letter, telling Greyback when to meet and now, like Dumbledore had said, I had to act completely as if I wanted to join. I felt a surge of pity for Severus.

It was strange when I saw the man looking reasonably, well, reasonably decent sitting on the bench by the Three Broomsticks. At first I thought it wasn't him. But I could pick him out. I just could. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he was the one who had bit me. Maybe.

I walked over, feeling surprisingly calm, and stood by the bench.

"Greyback?"

The reaction was immediate. The man stood up. If a continental plate stood up, I thought, it would be something like that. He was at least a head taller than me and, although he looked quite decent, once you got a proper look at him you saw that he was actually quite ragged. When he stood up, the smell of blood and stale alcohol came with him and I had to breathe through my mouth to resist turning my head away.

"What d'you want?" I took a breath, watching him for a moment. This was the man who had ruined my life. This was the man who had ruined other people's lives. This was the man who did it all deliberately. And I had to pretend to admire him.

"I think you know." There was a shift in the gigantic shoulders and Fenrir Greyback smirked slightly. I resisted taking a step back.

"I think you're mistaken," he said, pretending to look innocent. I felt as if I was going to be sick and kept his gaze. He frowned for a moment and I found it odd that this beast could string together coherent sentences.

"If you'd like me to say it out in the open, I'll go ahead and do so," I said. I felt surprisingly calm, breathing steadily and my heart wasn't leaving a bruise in my chest like I thought it may do. "You may prefer that not to be the case, though. I'm Remus Lupin." Something lit up in Greyback's eyes and I caught it before he hid it. His smirk grew. Recognition.

"Ah," he said softly. I said nothing, waiting. "Are you expecting that to turn everything upside down?" Greyback said finally. "Just because I bit you, you expect me to have a higher regard for you?" He was eyeing me, though, eyes travelling along my body as if sizing my up.

"It depends. Do you favour your own work over other's?" I retorted coolly. "Now this is my offer. I join you. I've lived with – them – for too long. I've got nothing to lose. I join you and I can spend full moons by myself and you don't ask me questions about my life outside with you. That's all I've got." Greyback raised an eyebrow and I kept my face straight. He dropped his eyebrow and rubbed his chin.

"Why by yourself?" he asked. I said nothing, but turned to walk away, pocketing my hands and putting my head down. My heart was thumping against my rib cage. Call me back. Call me back. Do anything. Don't let me walk away.

"Lupin."

The voice was rough and I stopped, smiling momentarily before turning around.

"Greyback?" He paused, eyeing me again.

"I'll take it," he said calmly. "I must be insane. You'll be notified with details later." I didn't ask about how I'd be notified. I was just too relieved. And it was only when I was sure Greyback had left that I sunk onto the bench he had abandoned and put my head in my hands.