AN:// Response to Under the Stars at Potter Prompts

Fernrir Greyback was wide awake staring at the ceiling of his simple quarters. He rarely slept anymore there was so much to do. The war was in full swing, the dark lord often gave him and his family more tasks to be carried out. He did his duty begrudgingly, he was quite aware of how the Dark Lord viewed his kind. The thought did not bother him, he was used to that kind of thinking. The only explanation would be that he was getting older, and lonely, he needed a mate to fill the void. He sighed and walked out of his quarters and to the lake outside. Mother moon and sister stars were shining brightly greeting him with their warm glow. The only mate that would be acceptable to Fenrir was the witch Hermione Granger. She was pretty, loyal, brilliant and had no prejudice against his kind, and best of all she was friends with his prodigal son. He often wondered how he would be able to claim such a magnificent creature as she. Father fate answered him silently as one of his pack approached him with a bundle that had bushy brown hair coming out of the sides.