A/N: Greyback attacks a small family in the midst of the First Wizarding War.

Character Diversity Boot Camp - #13 (round), Fenrir Greyback

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge - #403 (Can't use the words light, dark, good, or evil in a story describing a Death Eater or Order member)

If You Dare Challenge - #59 (Big Teeth)

Board Game Challenge - #21 (Write a fic without any names.)

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Once he heard a familiar female voice shriek, "Morsmorde!" and saw a bright green symbol fill the sky, he knew that it was his time to take over. The werewolf grinned, revealing a gleaming set of large teeth that matched a dragon's, and crept forward into the night. The first person he spotted was a man. He was wearing blue robes and a frightened expression. His black, spiky hair almost blended into the night sky. Foolishly, he was calling at a name, alerting his presence to the werewolf and all of his fellow Death Eaters. "Sweetheart, where have you gone?" He could tell simply by the cadence of his voice that he was trying to find his daughter.

The werewolf bared his teeth. His flesh would taste delicious. He leapt on the man before he could make bother rational thought, and tore out his throat before he could even scream. The man's blood looked orange on his blue robes. He took a bit of the leg to chew on as he continued to make his way through the clearing. He'd taken Wolfsbane Potion for years, just so he could be wide awake for moments like this. However, he was no werewolf today. He was the vicious Death Eater who took pride in his wolfish tendencies.

He found a shabby-looking house where he could hear the quiet shuffling of feet and hushed whispers. Grinning, he crept inside, tearing the door down with a bang. Previously, a tiny girl and her mother had been having a whispered conversation, but now they screamed in fear. "Hello, my lovelies," he growled as the mother thrust the girl behind her and raised her wand with a trembling hand.

"Stupefy!" screamed the woman, and the werewolf easily deflected the spell. She must have been homeschooled with magic. Stupid woman. He disarmed her as she cried, "Spare my daughter, please! Not my daughter!"

The werewolf ignored the hysterical crying and sunk his large teeth into the woman's ankle. She grabbed a lamp from beside her and tried to beat him off with it, but then he sent a Body-Binding Curse at her, and she stopped fighting. He sometimes liked for them to fight, but mothers were harder. They always fought for their children, which was more ferocious than any other kind of battle. He then tore her throat out, letting blood leak throughout the tiny shack and pool over the child's duct-taped shoes. Her body went totally limp, the curse no longer in effect, and he took his time with her smooth, Indian skin. He'd always thought that women tasted better. Children, however...

He grinned at the chubby little girl, shivering in the corner. "Y-y-you," she said, pointing her little finger at him, "have b-b-big t-t-teeth, M-m-mister." She seemed to be in shock. Did she even realize that her mother was dead?"

"Yes," agreed Greyback. "I do." He could play this game. "Want to play a game?"

The girl nodded skeptically. She was crying now, tears streaming down her round face. Greyback hated it when they cried, because then their faces tasted salty. But the flesh of children he could not resist, no matter how many tears.

He licked the blood from beneath his fingernails. Mmmm... "You scream," he suggested, his eyes narrowing in anticipation. "And I take a bite of your pretty face."

Then he lunged.

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