Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR. The idea for the title was stolen from a band called Swallow the Sun (who have published an album called The Morning Never came). Can't think of anything else now, but if you recognise something, it's probably not mine. I'm not making money with this and even if you would want to pay me (unlikely) I'm a tad suspicious person and there's no way in hell I'd give my name or account number to complete strangers. If you really really want to give me money, come to Finland and throw some around, with some luck, I'll find it. I'm babbling now, am I not...

Warnings: Will contain a lot of stuff not suitable for children or squeamish people. That "M" -rating isn't a joke. The story is canon going AU.

This will be updated ...slowly... because I have a lot of real-life related things going on. But the updates will come. None of my stories will ever be abandoned for any reason (except me dying or the global economic disaster escalating to a collapse of the modern lifestyle and the return to the primitive electricity-free agrarian culture).

And the Dawn Never Came

Prologue - Cornered

"Well, well, Lupin, it's been a while. Where in the World have you been hiding from me?"

Remus could not bear to meet Greyback's gleaming eyes. For over a year now he had tried to make the werewolves see that there was a place for them on Dumbledore's side too – not that it had been easy, or very successful – but he had until now managed to avoid facing the man that was currently leering cruelly at him.

Greyback stepped closer to him and grabbed his jaw in a painfully tight grip, forcing Remus' face upwards.

"Now, it's good to know you're ashamed of your attempt to act human", Greyback said softly. He was so close that Remus could smell his breath, a putrid mixture of alcohol, raw meat and, bizarrely enough, something that Remus was sure was carrot cake. Was that Greyback's secret weakness, he wondered, his head a little dizzy. Maybe they would be able to lure Greyback into a trap with Molly's fresh-from-the-oven carrot cake. Or maybe he was going crazy with fear, what with the merciless eyes boring into his, and fingernails stained with dry blood pressing on his chin. Greyback's grip tightened and he continued:

"But, Lupin, when the pack-leader asks a question, he will be answered. So?"

Remus muttered his cover-story about overhearing a conversation between some members of the Order and finding out that he was only being used as a bait, so that the real wizards would not have to be sacrificed. He wished he would have thought up a little less see-through story.

Greyback released him, laughing contemptuously.

"What were you expecting then, fool? They are wizards. Of course they would try to use you, before they get rid of you. They know you are after the blood that belongs to you, no matter how human you pretend to be."

Remus got the feeling that Greyback was not really speaking to him, but to the other werewolves gathered around them. Of different ages, some might have been older than him, but the most were younger. Far too many were children. Remus did not know, which were worse, the children that stared at Greyback with pure dread in their wide eyes or those, who were nodding with approval, a cruel smile on their still-childish faces.

He felt sick, and far more afraid than he would have liked to admit, even to himself. He had an awful feeling that Greyback was going to make an example out of him – and judging by the look on the man's face the process was going to be very long and very unpleasant.

A grin revealed Greyback's pointed canines. Remus braced himself for what was to come.

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