A/N: For BelleD'Opium's challenge 'The Character Death Challenge'. Charatcers were Fenrir Greyback & Harry Potter, and the prompt was 'Sunrise'.

Sunrise

It is sunrise. Isn't that supposed to give hope to people or something? He's not really sure, and it's not like he has cared before. Still doesn't, because what does he have to hope for? The future? It is ruined; it has always been, since he was 7.

It hurts a bit. His leg is bleeding, and maybe it isn't the only place, because there is pain a lot of other places than in his leg only. He is used to pain; it is what life has always been about. Always will, because there isn't much left of it and nothing else than pain can catch up with him now. Maybe afterwards things will be different. Maybe there will even be a bit of peace, for once in his life.

He has never dared to hope it before, because he has always been damned. People has always hated him, no matter if he has been innocent, if he has been good, if he has tried to pretend he was both even though he wasn't, or if he simply has been evil. That's why he chose the last option in the end; at least with that one he could be free. People would still be afraid of him, but they wouldn't step on him. They didn't dare to.

Now it is different. The regime of the night has ended, and all the people who have been hiding in it are being hunted down. One by one, and they all know there is nothing they can do but run or give up.

With running you will be caught eventually, everybody knows it. But most chose that option anyway. Like he has done. But now his time is running out. He can feel it in the far too bright light of the first strikes of the sun. It's a wonder he has even made it this long, in his condition. He can't complain.

So when he hears a twig snapping, he isn't surprised. "Finally found me, eh?" He asks and turns around to meet the man who's going to end him.

It's the center of the attention, if you don't count the death. And you never really do, as he has realized a long time ago. Unless you want to blame them, or want to count what you have lost. He is going to be blamed for a lot, and he has made people lose quite a few things during his lifetime.

The boy – maybe people should start calling him a man now – doesn't say anything. He's probably blaming him for something or another. They always are, all of them. "They send the big bad boy who lived after the big bad wolf, huh?" He says, because he won't meet his demise in weakness.

"Isn't that tasty girlfriend of yours coming too?" When the boy – man, whatever – still doesn't talk, he continues. "That's too bad. She would do fine as a last meal." Finally the boy seems to react, lifting his wand hand a bit, as if trying to appear threatening. "You won't get any last meal, and certainly not Hermione. I am not going to kill you. You're not worthy of that."

He laughs, because it's funny. The Living Boy doesn't think he needs to kill anybody, and it is god damn funny how naïve people can be. "Either I kill you, or you kill me. It's that simple stupid boy."

He then lazily lunges after Potter, just to prove his point. The boy uses his wand though, but Greyback isn't a muggle either. He is prepared, and he will die by the hands of that Potter boy.

"I will die by your hand Potter, no matter if you want it or not. If you don't kill me, I'll hunt you, your friends and their family down to the day I die, cursing them all as I cursed that teacher of yours, Lupin wasn't it? – I would hunt down your family, but you don't have any"

In the end it happens, as Greyback knew it would.