Author's Note: This is for TeddyRemusPotter's Variety Challenge. I was given the character Fenrir Greyback and the dialogue "Why can't you just let me be happy for once?"
Fenrir Greyback was not ashamed to be a werewolf. He couldn't afford to be. He could only depend on himself, and if he didn't like himself, there would be no one around to stop him from breaking. Only he could stop himself from breaking. So, he needed to depend on himself. And to depend on himself, he could not be ashamed of the fact that he was a werewolf.
It was hard at first. He had always been a loner, but becoming a werewolf had made him an outcast. No, worse than an outcast. Becoming a werewolf had made him someone to be feared and hated, someone to be hunted down.
But Fenrir Greyback refused to be the hunted. So he became the hunter instead.
He had to defend himself in order to survive. There was no one to support him, no one to protect him. He had to protect himself.
Fenrir Greyback was not a killer in the beginning. In the beginning, he really tried to avoid humans.
But wizards and witches have always loved their gossip just as much as Muggles did, and it did not take long for the word to spread that there was a werewolf in the area.
The people sought him out, not the other way around.
And he had to defend himself. If he had not done so, the people would have killed him.
It did not take long, however, before Fenrir Greyback began to enjoy the taste of human flesh. And there was just something enjoyable about bringing fear to those that had wanted to make him afraid.
Fenrir Greyback turned the tables so quickly. Soon it was the humans that were having to defend themselves from him. And he enjoyed every moment of it.
Why should he be the hunted just because he was a werewolf? He had not asked to become a werewolf. Why should he be punished for something that was not his fault?
So he decided that he would punish the people that would blame him for his condition.
Fenrir Greyback decided that he would not be the victim of his circumstances. Instead, he would be a survivor, a fighter.
And if he was able to enjoy himself as well whenever he went human hunting, what was so wrong with that? No one would have cared if he had been hunted down. Why should humans have more rights than him?
They were only getting what they deserved.
And he just wanted to live his life by his terms and not by the terms of those hateful humans.
Besides, he needed some pleasure in his life. Turning into a werewolf was painful. And there were times when he felt so alone in the world. He had to do something to make himself feel better about being so isolated from the rest of the world.
"Why can't you just let me be happy for once?" Fenrir Greyback would often ask the world. "Why can't I be allowed to make the best out of what my life has become? Why can't I be allowed to make the best out of being a werewolf? Why should I care about those humans that hate me so much just because of what I am? Why can't you just let me be happy for once?"