Chapter 1 Azkaban

"Fenrir Greyback! You are deemed to a lifelong time in Azkaban!" The guards grabbed my arm and I struggled against their hold. All that I accomplished was getting a spell sent towards me, knocking me out just long enough for the guards to carry me to my new home, a cell in Azkaban. I woke up as I hit the stony grey floor, dust flying everywhere as my body hit the ground.

"Have fun!" One of the guards taunted me while I turned around and snarled at his direction, my teeth showing viciously. The other guard chuckled as he tapped the one who taunted me on the shoulder, nodding towards the exit with a smirk. I watched them walk out, growling the entire time. Once they left my vision I slumped against the wall, my anger flaring up for a second then dying down again.

I wasn't going to enjoy being in Azkaban, and who knows how long I'd be here. I got acquainted with my surroundings, noting the lack of dementors, and the sounds of occasional movements from other inmates. I sighed and closed my eyes, nodding off against the stone floor and wall. When I woke up, nothing had seemed to have changed, except there was some food and water on the ground near me. I choked it down and sat up against the wall again, boredom striking me more than anything else.

"It's your lucky day!" The familiar voice of the guard who threw me in here called out from out of my cell. I looked up and he seemed unusually happy, grinning madly. I noticed he had his wand raised and he fired a spell right after I noticed this. My consciousness slipped away once again and the next time I knew anything, I was back in my cell. A dull pain was thudding through my neck and I instantly knew what had happened. I was branded with my number. I felt around my neck, feeling the spot where the pain originated from. I was able to trace the numbers 43670 right under my hairline.

"Like your number?" That stupid guard asked once he noticed I was conscious once again. I glared at him, feeling a growl rumble out of my throat. "Ehh you don't scare me, although you do scare half the wizarding world to the point that I'm surprised you weren't sentenced to death,"

"What do you have with me? Why don't you just sod off?" I glared at him once more, standing up so I could stretch my limbs. He chuckled at me and I growled once more. He stepped closer to my cage and I stepped forward so I was closer to him. I glared into his eyes while his seemed to smile at mine, not showing any of the malice I received from "him" before.

"I won't be back for a little so enjoy your stay in Azkaban!" He smiled then walked off, putting on the face of the guard that taunts me. I didn't know how he, or it, was able to pull off such acting. I looked around my cell before sighing, collapsing onto the small bed in the room. I fell asleep, my sense of time leaving me even more than it already has. I dreamt of freedom in the world, being able to go wherever I wanted, while being careful to not get caught. I dreamt of the blue sky, the clouds floating in the air, free from everything. Peaceful dreams were almost unbeknownst to me, so rare that they are like nightmares to me, leaving me in confusion as soon as I awake.

I groaned as I sat up, seeing one of the guards walk away from my cell. A horrendous smell wafted into my nose and I realized that my breakfast, lunch, dinner, or whatever it was, had been placed inside for me to eat. I shoved it down my throat, my stomach grumbling in hunger and disgust. A guard walked by and sneered at me. It was that guard, the one who threw me into this place, but it wasn't that guy, the one who seemed to laugh at me.

I looked out of the cell, seeing nothing but a hallway and an empty space. I would've preferred the dementors to still be around, at least you'd feel something other than boredom, extreme, agonizing boredom. I paced around, feeling anxious, and I wanted to escape, to be free once more. If I were normal, being locked up would only leave me with boredom, but being a werewolf… I felt the need to run, the need to do something, I had to get out.

At some point, this would become too much and I would need to get out. It would eventually begin to kill me. I can't stay in one place for long; it's just not right for a werewolf. We have to move, and go somewhere… I paced around the cell thinking of how I could get out… I'm sure they'd do something 'special' to my cell when the full moon came around. Maybe they'd transport me to some special room, or fill my room with magical spells… I continued thinking about ways they could contain me on the full moon, and ways for me to escape.

A week passed and I saw someone unfamiliar walk up to my cell, but I had the strangest feeling he wasn't new to visiting me. Once he got up to my cell, I knew who he was. He was that guy, the one who wasn't afraid of me.

"Ready?" he asked, and I didn't understand what I was supposed to be ready for. He took out his wand and blasted my cell door open. An alarm went off and I heard someone yell using a sonorous spell. This was my chance to escape, I would get to leave! I didn't even think why this guy was helping me, all I thought about was trying to get out without being re-caught.

"I'm ready," I replied after regaining my senses. He nodded and we began to run through the dusty, stony place. Fellow inmates were yelling at us, call out to us so we could blast them out of their cell too; we ignored them and continued running through the place.

"Hey! Stop right there!" A guard yelled at us, and I lunged forward, knocking the man out. I took his wand and shook it a bit to make sure it worked. After making sure it still worked I used it to knock out another man who entered my view. The guy who was helping me seemed to throw spells out with ease, dodging and firing more and more.

"What's your name?" I asked gruffly when we got a small break behind a wall. The guy seemed to be trained to do this as he didn't look out of breath. He fired one more spell at a guard who showed up right in front of us before he answered.

"Romulus, Romulus Banstro. Nice to meet you," he got up and started running before I could reply. We ran past many more cells with prisoners in there, some looked worse than others. Some seemed to be here when the dementors were still passing through these halls. Scratches decorated the halls and the floors, showing the age of this wretched place. Many yelled out for us to help them with scratchy and hollowed voices.

I dodged a spell that flew towards my way and I replied with a quick "Stupefy!" The person that threw the spell at me was knocked out and fell to the floor. I dodged a few more spells of various colors and fired a few before we made it out of the prison. I took in the starry sky and almost yelled with a strange happiness before Romulus grabbed my arm. We had apparated away from Azkaban with such force that when we landed I felt dizzy. I fell down to the ground embarrassingly and I glared at Romulus when he chuckled slightly.

After everything, I just now was noticing his features. He had neatly cut short, brown hair. His face was clean shaven, and he had a visible jaw line. He seemed to be a normal wizard that you would see any day. He was anything but a normal wizard though; something seemed different about him… I've been trapped for far too long, even if it wasn't long at all. One day is far too much for a werewolf.

"Are you ready to start escaping more? I'm obviously on the list of people for the ministry to catch now that I've helped the infamous Fenrir Greyback out of prison," Romulus said to me and I growled annoyed. No one talks to me like that.

I huffed before replying with a gruff, "Sure, let's go." I walked off into the forest that was nearby before I heard another chuckle from Romulus. I ignored him and continued on, thinking about what just happened and why he had rescued me from that hell…