Anyone paying enough attention to the darkness out in the street may have noticed how, for late October, the darkness was a little too compact, too dark. The stars were shining, although neither they nor the moon seemed to have much impact on the darkness that had blanketed itself completely on the main road of the village. Anyone with any sense would be inside, warming up, avoiding the dark and damp of late autumn. Fortunately for the young witch no one was paying attention.
All Muggles were inside and she stood alone out in the street, keeping to the shadows. At the end of the cul de sac, she stopped in front of an empty house. Its dark windows gaped, contrasting strongly to the lit, softly glowing ones of the neighbouring houses.
Stepping to the front door, she paused before muttering Alohomora and swinging the door open. Standing in the abandoned hallway, she took in the silence. The slightly musty smell of age and stale air filled her nose. Casting Lumos, she stepped through the front room and walked up the stairs, steps creaking slightly. At the top of the staircase she turned and entered the room to her immediate right, ignoring the hallway that led on down to five other rooms.
Cobwebs. Dust. Mouse droppings. Mould.
The room was cold and empty, a draft whistling in through a shattered windowpane.
Stepping to the window, she gazed out into an overgrown garden surrounded by an old brick wall. The property was the last in the road and bordered onto fields, and further away, a wood.
Inhaling deeply, she reminisced in memories, scents, and noises.
She remembered the feeling of the sun on her face after getting up. The way the light played on the windowpane and the first rays of sunshine through a raincloud. She remembered the way the snow would pile against the window in winter. The way the meadows were blanketed and the wood rose out of the whiteness starkly.
She hadn't seen sun or snow for quite some time now. The cold and the damp, rain, drizzle, hail- those things she was more than accustomed to now. But sun?
It had been 11 years since she had seen the sun and brought disgrace upon her family by being locked in Azkaban.
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Greyback paused before flicking the page back. Something had caught his eye. A name he recognised. It was only a small article, hardly worth a read, if the name hadn't caught his eye.
Taylor Morton.
He remembered the surname and, as he went back in time in his mind, back to his years at Hogwarts, he associated faces to the name. There had been four of them, three boys and a girl. And what a girl she had been…
The interesting thing about the Mortons was that every child had been sorted into a different house. The eldest son, Greyback had forgotten his name, had been in Gryffindor. He had been in his 5th year when Greyback arrived at the school. Then there was the second eldest, Jonathan, a Hufflepuff. He has been in his 3rd year when Greyback arrived. The third Morton boy was sorted at the same time as Greyback. Sam Morton was in Ravenclaw and rightly so- he excelled at his studies.
That left the youngest Morton: a girl. Fenrir was 15 when Taylor walked up to the sorting hat. She was one of only eight new slytherins that year. She was also the only girl. While other young females might have been intimidated, she was pleased. Sliding onto the bench next to her seven fellow first years, she was welcomed by the prefect, and after grinning widely at everyone at the table, she turned in her seat, searched for her second eldest brother and shot him a triumphant look. If anyone at the Slytherin table wondered about the fiery young girl that had just joined them, none were more curious than Greyback, though he didn't show it openly. He knew her older brothers after all, and, considering the circumstances, was pretty friendly with Sam.
Some older students at Slytherin, especially the female prefects, worried that as the only girl Taylor would mope around on her own or stick to her brothers, but Taylor wasted no time in befriending her fellow slytherins, completely unperturbed by the fact that she shared a dormitory with older girls.
She had qualities of all her brothers – Ryan's physical prowess (she tried out for, and successfully obtained the post of seeker at 12), Jonathan's loyalty and eagerness to defend her friends and family and Sam's intellect. Put together with her quick wit, dry humour and occasionally sharp tongue, she was pretty much the perfect slytherin.
She was alike to her brothers not only in character traits but also in mannerisms- sometimes acting very unlike a young girl. She ate her portions of food 9the size of small mountains) like a pig when hungry, swore like a sailor, jinxed like it was going out of business and, in later years, managed to drink older students under the table and still fly straight.
Taylor had grown up without a mother- Samantha Morton had died during the first wizarding war, shortly after Taylor's birth. So it was that her father and three older brothers raised her- and admirably so. Concern had been voiced about Taylor growing up without a female figure in her life; some said it was unnatural, unhealthy and damaging to the young girl.
At worst, growing up around three brothers and a father who was away often, she would be treated badly, as a slave, hit, abused, punished for trivial things. Fenrir knew what it was like to grow up with parents who didn't care for their children. Luckily for Taylor, her remaining family members cared for her greatly.
If growing up without a mother had left any lasting damage, it would not be until Taylor's later life that the cracks would begin to show.
A/N: for some reason, even though i've edited it a thousand times, the line separating the two parts doesn't show up ._.
there's actually meant to be a break between taylor & fenrirs part... can any one help me out and maybe explain what I'm doing wrong? :3 thank you for reading :d