Ello! I decided to write a story about Fenrir Greyback. Dunno why, but an idea popped into my head, and I just had to write it. And just to clarify, at this point, he isn't a werewolf. It's actually about how he becomes one.

Fenrir Greyback hated his name. Honestly, what was his mother thinking when she named him? And it didn't exactly lend itself to nicknames. What were people supposed to call him? Fenny? What kind of name is Fenny? So he made everyone call him Greyback.

Greyback had somewhat of a reputation as someone you don't mess with. He had been a rather tall, scrawny thing until his fourth year at Hogwarts. Eventually, he got sick of being bullied, and decided to 'bulk up' a bit. When he came back that summer, some people thought he was an exchange student from Durmstrang. Needless to say, he was quite pleased with that, and enjoyed the look of shock that passed over everyone's faces when he announced he was Fenrir Greyback, the gawky loser everyone liked to pick on. He had spent the entire summer building muscle and wallowing in thoughts of revenge. Now he wasn't a genius, but he wasn't an idiot either. So he couldn't rely on spells alone, but he figured he had a good-sized arsenal (he also spent part of his summer learning hexes) in case pure physical strength wasn't enough to pummel the guts out of his former tormentors. After all, Greyback had a great love of revenge and a temper to boot. So once he had made it clear to the other students he could break all their little arms and wasn't afraid to do it, he was given a pretty wide berth.

Now that he had graduated Hogwarts, Greyback worked in Borgin & Burkes. Mr. Borgin had hired him in 1960, as soon as Greyback graduated. Borgin and Burkes were glad to have some extra help. He liked his job. He loved dark artifacts. He loved anything beautiful, in fact (though he didn't let anyone else know that). And a good deal of dark artifacts were beautiful. They were usually either very beautiful or rather ugly. Another reason he liked his job was the people he met there. The shop wasn't as popular as Flourish & Blotts, of course, but he thought Knockturn's Alley's regulars were much more interesting. Just last week, in fact, he had served a vampire. They had a conversation about the merits of the Cleansweep 3, then the vampire bought a pack of cursed playing cards and was on his way.

On this particular day, Greyback was in a good mood. Both Mr. Borgin and Mr. Burkes had fallen ill with scrofungulus. So he had the shop all to himself. He sat behind the counter, in the middle of reading a book on dangerous magical plants when he heard the door open. Greyback scowled. He wasn't in the mood to take care of customers at the moment. Couldn't they see he was busy? He looked up, and to his surprise, lost interest in Devil's Snare. Before him, studying a human skull, was a young woman wearing purple robes. Her back was to him, but he was enraptured by the long, shimmering black hair that fell down her back.

"Could I help you find something, miss?" Greyback asked, suddenly nervous.

As she turned around to face him, Greyback's jaw dropped. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. She was rather petite, but still had a perfect figure. She had pale, glowing skin and large blue eyes. Greyback couldn't find a single flawed feature. He hadn't found women too interesting before this point in his life, but now he thought he might melt into a puddle all over the floor.

"Actually, do you have any blood?" Her voice was silvery.

"Blood?" Greyback was confused. "Yes, I have blood."

"I mean the shop. Do you stock any? I need some for an experiment."

"Ooh. Yeah, let me get it." Greyback marked his place in his book, then went to one of the back rooms. He found a dust-covered bottle of human blood, then walked back to the counter. The angelic woman was patiently waiting for him, a slight smile on her face, as if she was thinking, "I know something you don't." It disconcerted Greyback slightly. He handed the bottle of blood to her.

"'Ere you are. Anything else?"

She frowned in thought. "Do you have any books on potions?"

"Potions? Our books are over there." Greyback pointed towards the back corner of the shop. "But let me show them to you. Some aren't safe to open, you know."

"Okay."

So he led her to the bookcases. Once she picked one out, they went back to the counter.

"The blood and the book come up to 14 Galleons."

She gave Greyback the money and was about to leave the store when he asked a question that had been bothering him.

"Are you part veela?"

She turned back, and smiled. "Yes, actually. My great grandmother was one."

"What's your name?" He hoped he wasn't probing too far, but the the question just popped out of his mouth.

"Aylin. Aylin Vance."

"I'm Greyback."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Greyback." She smiled again. Greyback could feel his heartbeat speed up.

"Same here." After a pause, he said, "Want to go on a date with me?"

She looked surprised, but not nearly as surprised as Greyback felt at her answer. "Sure. How about the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Of course! What time is good for you?"

"Seven on Friday?"

"Okay!" Greyback felt slightly dizzy. "See you then."

As Aylin glided out the door, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

This chapter is really crappy, but I promise, after this it gets better!