Azkaban.

A surprisingly less dismal place since they stopped allowing Dementors to stand guard in the halls. Though Kileer found it was still a rather dismal place, as he walked the halls behind one of the guards. They'd taken his wand and any other potentially dangerous objects, so he didn't have anything to aid the prisoners escape. His gold eyes ran along the cells, looking at people whom were considered the scum of the wizarding world. The same scum, who'd growing up had been very important adult figures to him. His eyes flickered down again, feeling a slight twinge of self loathing. He'd looked up to so many evil people. The 16 year old had spent too much time around Death Eaters, during the end of the war. While they were all on the run, the Dark Lord had fallen for good and they scattered like cockroaches from the light.

"Greyback, you've got a visitor." The Guard said.

Fenrir Greyback's eyes narrowed as he looked up at the guard, curiosity lining his expression as he stood up. Shackles hooking his ankle to the back wall so he couldn't get too far. He was a werewolf after all, not to be trusted. The guard moved and let the 16 year old through, his gold eyes meeting the dark brown ones of Fenrirs. The two stared at each other silently as the guard locked the door and headed down the hall. With a sigh the boy ran a nervous hand through his messy black hair, two silver bangs falling over his left eye. If you looked close you could see silver lining the golden iris.

"What the hell do you want?" Fenrir growled finally.

"Heh, I thought you wouldn't recognize me, it has been nearly 9 years." Kileer said smiling weakly as he stepped closer to the much taller man. "I'm Kileer Greyback, you know… the kid you left back in the forest when they captured you."

Fenrir's eyes widened slightly and he stepped back looking over the boy in shock. Then in an affectionate gesture almost no one could ever claim from the man, he pulled the boy into a tight hug. Kileer smiled hugging him back, a sigh of relief rolling from him.

"You're a fucking giant now." Fenrir said stepping back holding onto his sons shoulders. "You use to be such a short little kid."

Kileers cheeks dusted pink.

"I think I must have gotten it from my father," He said looking up at the 6'8 man. "Or maybe it's the werewolf thing eh?"

"Ssh, watch it boy." Fenrir warned, "They don't take to kindly to that these days."

"I'm pretty good at keeping it a secret, no one at Hogwarts knows yet." Kileer shrugged. Fenrir smirked, eyebrow arching slightly.

"You're in Hogwarts now eh? What are you… a 6th year?" Fenrir said scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Gods it has been nearly nine years, you were eight when I got caught right?"

"Almost." Kileer said sitting down on the cot. "It was about a month from my birthday.

"Did you do as I said and go down into the village when I didn't return?" Fenrir asked joining him on the cot.

"No. I let them believe you were just up at the cottage sending me down to do the shopping. It took them a year to gather up the courage to come up there to question you, but by then I'd already proven I could fend for myself, so I wouldn't let them take me away from the house." Kileer shrugged. "So I've been living up there by myself."

"Stubborn little bastard." Fenrir chuckled.

"Oh shut up, you're the one who taught me if I wasn't self reliant I wouldn't make it in the world." Kileer said smiling slightly.

"True." Fenrir said nodding. "God… you've changed so much since you were six. Where'd these come from?"

He tugged on the silver bangs making Kileer growl slightly smacking the mans hand away playfully.

"I dyed them to be like that." He said calmly.

"Why?"

"Cause I was told, it makes the silver in my eyes stand out." Kileer said calmly, a light blush running on his cheeks.

"Ah, a girl told you it looked good." Fenrir snorted. "Teenagers."

"Shut up," Kileer grumbled cheeks darkening to red.

"Well, is she your girlfriend or something?" Fenrir asked.

"No, I don't have anything like that." Kileer said shaking his head, smirking a little. "Every ones afraid of me at school, but when I was a first year a 7th year girl said that it'd be cute, so I dyed them silver."

"Your such a handsome young man, why would they be afraid of you?" Fenrir asked frowning at him.

"I'm not exactly the most social of a person dad." Kileer sighed, "Being a werewolf does that to you, you should know that better than me even."

"Yes, but I wasn't bitten tell after I was out of school." Fenrir sighed, his eyes softening. He hadn't meant to steal the kids life away when he bit him. "It's a shame I got you when you were so young."

"That was my own damn fault though wasn't it?" Kileer sighed.