Chapter 1

Percy Weasley let out a heavy breath as he watched the situation before him unfold. Percy could hear the other men under his command, they were in their designated positions and would do as they were supposed to. Percy watched as the man that the group had been tracking for the past two weeks disappeared into the cave that they had tracked him to. It was time to move.

Percy let out a small growl indicating to the rest of the people around him that it was go time. They moved in; five of them from the front and five of them from the back. They would have the man surrounded at all sides. Percy waited and watched. He would involve himself only if it was absolutely necessary.

It wasn't long before the group returned, all of them with vicious grins on their faces as they dragged the man behind them. His arms and legs were bound and he snarled around the gag that was firmly secured into his mouth. Percy made his way toward the group that had been successful in their mission. However a scent caught his nose. It was one that was not belonging to either the bound man or any of the members of his team. In fact it was a young scent; that of a child.

Percy's eyes zeroed in on the scent noting that it was coming from the last member of the group who was only just exiting the cave. Although the woman was approaching him at a far more rapid rate than the rest of the group. Percy's eyes widened as they recognised what she carried in her arms; a child.

Ignoring the bound man and the rest of the members of the group Percy made his way quickly toward the woman that now carried the child in her arms.

"April" he growled out as he approached. The woman quickened her pace as she saw his movements toward him.

"Alpha" April breathed out heavily as she reached Percy. "He was in the cave. I…I don't know how long he's been there, but he's been bitten." She breathed out, attempting to explain the reason for the boy in her arms, to the man before her. Percy gave a small nod in response.

"Name?" he questioned quietly, so as not to scare the child in April's arms.

"I don't know." the woman replied "I tried to speak to him but he won't say a word. He was shaking so hard when I picked him up that I feared that he might be having a panic attack." April explained. Percy gave another nod.

"Hand him to me" Percy said in the same voice. It demanded compliance but held no promise of pain or suffering. It was merely the tone of one that is confident in their own authority. One, such as an army Staff Sergeant that expected their orders followed to the letter simply because of who they were. April handed the boy to Percy.

The young boy flinched slightly at the movement as he was passed to Percy. He let out a small cry of distress as he was passed across. However as soon as the arms of the ginger latched around him the young boy buried his face into the warm chest of the new body that held him. He curled in on himself attempting to look as small as possible.

Percy examined the boy that was now in his arms. He couldn't have been more than six. He was also scruffy and seemed to be far from well fed. His hair was a dirty brown and it was impossible to know what colour it was that hid beneath the mud and twigs that littered it. He was dressed in a too large t-shirt that at one stage had been blue but now, much like the boy's hair, more resembled a dirty brown. Percy didn't want to think how long the boy had been trapped with the man that was still bound on the floor; being watched by the other none members of the group.

"Hello there" Percy said quietly as he ran a gentle hand along the boys back. Percy was used to soothing children and the young ones usually found him approachable and easier to open up to than many of the other adults that surrounded them.

The little boy was clearly soothed by the comforting tone as he looked up from his curled position at Percy's chest and for the first time Percy saw a set of dark brown eyes meet is own blue. The boy let out a small gasp as he looked at the face above him and Percy saw a small hand begin to reach up toward his face. However the boy caught himself and tucked his arm back to his side. Percy smiled.

"Don't worry, they don't hurt." Percy soothed. Repositioning the boy slightly he reached for the little hand and brought it to his face. The boy only stared. Percy brought the small fingers and ran them along the four deep and twisted scars that ran from Percy's hairline, across his eye and to his jaw.

"See" Percy said with a small smile. "No pain at all" The boy gave a small but ager nod in return, acknowledging Percy's words; even as his fingers now independently continued to run across the bumpy skin that designated the place of the old injury. Percy let him.

"So, do you have a name?" Percy asked gently. There was no command in his voice, although it was a tone, as with April, that expected an answer. The boy's eyes moved away from the scars, his hand dropping back by his side. He was now looking directly into Percy's blue orbs.

"S-Samuel" the little boy replied. Percy's face lit up. A wide grin spread across his face as he heard the little boys words.

"Well hello there Samuel" Percy's voice was jovial as he spoke and his eyes glinted with happiness. The little boy, seeing the happiness of the man before him gave his own smile in return. It was small and nervous but it was progress.

"Can I call you Sam?" Percy questioned. However it seemed that the little boy became shy at the question directed at him. He hid his face, retreating once again into the fabric that covered Percy's chest. However he felt a small nod against the fabric. Percy didn't let it phase him.

"Well then Sam, my name's Percival but everyone calls me Percy." Percy felt another shy nod. Percy ran a soothing hand along the little boy's back once again and found himself swaying gently as he rocked the boy in his arms.

"You're safe now Sam, don't you worry. We're going to make it all better" Percy murmured to the little boy. The breaths of the child soon evened out and Percy was sure that the boy was now asleep against his chest.

"April" Percy looked up from the boy. He stepped toward the woman that had watched the scene play out in silence. "Look after him while I check on the others" Percy gently handed April the now sleeping Samuel. April gave a nod in response as she continued where Percy had left off, gently rocking the small boy in her arms.

"Yes Alpha" the woman responded quietly, even as Percy made his way toward the others.

The men cleared for Percy's arrival, leaving him right before the bound man on the floor. He looked at the piece of filth with disgust. The man was naked from the waist up and covered in filth. Percy sneered before grabbing a fistful of the matted hair and dragging the man to his knees. The man's eyes held killer intent as they glared at the man before them. Percy paid it no mind.

"You" Percy growled out, his tone filled with malice as he tightened the grip on the man's hair. "Are disgusting." Percy brought his fist up and thrust it forward as the nucleus crushed with the man's cheek bone.

"I should kill you" Percy hit him again.

"For what you did to that child" and again, Percy's fist connected with the man's face.

However as Percy brought his fist back to hit him again a spell shot through the clearing, coming dangerously close to Percy's head. Percy dropped the man and the piece of scum fell to the floor with a thud. Percy whipped around in seconds to be faced with a group of what looked to be around ten aurors.

However what drew Percy's eye the most was the man who stood at the back of the group, hands waving in complicated motions about the air and muttering to himself. More spells were shot at the group and Percy quickly dodged the red stunners that skidded across the floor. Even as Percy flicked out his wand and formed a shield himself he saw the man for what he was; a ward-master. He was trying to trap them in the clearing as each word spilled from his mouth.

"GO!" Percy yelled, the shield dropping as he dodged a curse that would have threatened to smash through it. Percy's shield was up again in an instant.

"GO now! Get Samuel out of here and go back to the pack" Percy ordered. There was stillness in the clearing even as the Aurors continued their approach, spells firing from their wands. That would not do at all.

"NOW!" Percy yelled in anger. That speed them into action.

Percy kept the shield up, defending the people that had surrounded him as they rapidly made their way toward April. The woman was soon covered on all sides by Percy's people.

Several of the group were not magic, April herself included. Therefore it was vital that they left as a group. If they were to leave alone about half of them would be left behind. Percy heard the pops of apparition and knew that the groups were successfully leaving before the wards were in place.

His shield dropped, knowing that there was no longer need for protection of the group. He now began to send off his own spells in retaliation. However it appeared that the Aurors were as adapt at avoiding and blocking his spells as he was at theirs.

Percy slowly progressed toward the group as he felt the completion of the wards and the power ripple over him. It was too late to leave now, even if he wanted to.

Percy let out a small growl as he caught the scent of two of his pack on the breeze. It seemed that

It seemed that the two that had disregarded the rules and were now stuck here with him.

"Aaron, Ross, I thought I told you two to leave" Percy growled out, only half in annoyance. He knew that there was a chance that there were members of his group that would disregard his orders, being unwilling to leave. He was simply glad that the group had throughs it through and left him with a pair that possessed magic. Non-magical Werewolves being captured by the ministry would have been a disaster.

"Yes Alpha, you did" Ross laughed in return. "But where's the fun in that?" the man questioned cheekily. Percy didn't need to look at the man to know that his face was plastered with a large smile. Percy let out a small frustrated sigh.

"Well, it's too late now" Percy conceded. "Let's go" Percy growled, violence promised to those before him. The three of them attacked.


The battle had only been a short one. Even though the three men had put up a valiant fight, they were no match for the odds of three to one. That was how Percy found himself sitting in cell, his clothes and wands removed from his person, replaced by a set of black prison robes. Aaron and Ross found themselves in similar situations; situated in cells either side of their Alpha.

Percy had been in the cell for three days now. What little conversation that the three had allowed themselves had dried up. Not able to talk of any members of their pack or any events that took place within its borders had left them little conversation topics. What Percy did have however, in abundance, was time. This time had lead to Percy's consideration of the past. His thoughts twirling around his head like storm clouds that every now and then would empty, drowning Percy in his own thoughts. Time was not something that Percy usually had the luxury of.

It had been over twenty years since Percy had last set foot within the walls of the ministry where he was now trapped. It was the same length of time since he had last seen anyone within the wizarding world; his family included. Percy was not sure that any of the members of the world that he had once known would even recognise him.

Percy had change over the last two decades. Most of those changes had not been down to his own choices. Percy's hair had grown; longer than either Charlie or Bill had ever dared. The colour, being a darker red than any of the rest of his family had, hung down to his shoulders in messy curls. Several stray locks of hair hung over Percy's face, unintentionally covering some of the vivid scars that covered his face from top to bottom. A light sprinkling of stubble littered Percy's face; although that was from lack of shaving, rather than the covering being a habitual occurrence. Glasses no longer perched themselves on Percy's eyes, the additions being of any value.

However the changes in Percy extended far beyond his appearance. The results of these changes had all begun after the battle of Hogwarts. Percy had not fared as well in the battle as many had seemed to believe. After the death of his younger brother Percy had become distraught. He had watched as he had been unable to save the young man before them; watch as the light left his eyes. Percy had not been able to be around his family. Had not been able to look them in the eye after being unable to save his brother.

Percy had needed a breath, he had needed space away from the accusing eyes and the looks of pain that followed him around the room. He had needed to get away from his family; if even for a moment. He had needed to be able to escape the feeling of bile burning in his throat and tears threatening to spill form his eyes.

Percy had taken a walk into the forest. He had let his mind wander and his feet take them where they would. It had been a mistake. In Percy's pain clouded mind he had failed to think about where he was. He had forgotten that a battle had ended only hours ago. He had forgotten to consider that there may still be enemies that had not yet been captured. That had been an oversight that who's consequences had not been so easy to forget.

Percy hadn't known where he was as the unshed tears had finally begun to trickle down his face. His vision had been blurred and his feet had become unsteady as he lost himself in the forbidden forest. He hadn't been paying enough attention. He hadn't heard the footsteps behind him; the crunches of leaves beneath bare feet.

He had however felt the screaming agony as a set of claws had shredded his face. Blood had replaced the tears as his vision had turned red. Percy had begun to panic, frenzied breaths, as he had felt the claws repeatedly rip at his clothing, attempting to get at the skin underneath. However his breaths had turned to screams as he had felt sharp teeth digging into his now exposed stomach.

As a chunk of flesh had been ripped from the pale skin Percy's mind had seemed to clear. He had no longer been able to feel the pain that radiated across his body. All had been able to think was that he had needed to get the creature off him. Somehow Percy's wand had landed at his side and as his fingers had scrabbled at the damp floor he had clutched at it; pointing it at the thing that still had had his flesh in its mouth.

"Diffindo" Percy had choked out. The thing had been thrown back and Percy had been coated in the red of its blood. The red had failed to clear from Percy's vision and he had soon blacked out.

It turned out that the thing that had bitten Percy had not been a thing at all. Fenrir Greyback, still on the run from the ministry, had decided to take advantage of the free meal that had walked into its path. However it had seemed that not all had worked out as planned for the werewolf.