Draco Malfoy had never thought his life would end like this. Or… maybe it made sense. He was a deatheater after all. Dying alone in a dark alley was not a strange fate for one of those. The only thing that was strange, was that he would die at the hand of one of them.

For the dark lord was the worst punishment dead. And of course, Draco Malfoy couldn't just die by the hand of a wizard. No. That would have been too easy.

He did not deserve easy.

"You're quite special, little boy. Did you know?" whispered Fenir Greyback. Although he did not want it, Draco shivered at hearing the voice of the monster.

"The Dark Lord has changed his mind about you." Greyback made it sound like Draco should be lucky. Knowing Voldemort, he knew he should be the opposite.

Greyback circled around him.

"You could be quite a use, couldn't you boy?" he murmured.

He was getting on Draco's nerves. "Just kill me already."

Greyback laughed at this.

"Oh but dying is too easy for you, little boy," cracked his voice. "I could use a youngling." He swiped his tongue around his pointy teeth and suddenly Draco understood.

Yes, this fate was far worse than death.

Draco turned around and was starting to walk away.

"I have a special intent for you," Greyback whispered before Draco felt his sharp teeth sink in the soft flesh of his neck.