Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. This storyline, new character development, and new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/N This fiction explores rehabilitation, the supernatural, changes, bad decisions, friendship, pain, love, technology, and a cameo appearance of Camellia, the good-bad dog.
It will be published for a short while only. A chapter a day or so during the holidays. it will have some changes to reflect the Holiday spirit.
This is a re-write of a previous version. The original work was only going to be a couple of chapters, and it ended up at nearly 50,000 words. It deserves a second look.
It was deleted by some nasty troll.
Mending of a wizard
The making of a Death Eater - A glimpse into Greg's life
Greg's massive size scared and intimidated many. By the time he was five he had the height of a ten year old if not older. Many thought odd that such a big boy clung to his mommy; something he still did as an adult.
Greg was large boned, and carried a lot of weight as a child and early adolescent. He descended from the tall, large, fierce Norse wizards that accompanied the Vikings when they invaded the southern lands.
His mother came from the Russian lands, from a line of old wizard Warriors, the ruses that were giants in their own accord.
Some of the fat had turned to muscle while growing up. However, Crabbe had loved sweets, and his mommy had wanted to make Vince feel loved, thus owls came loaded with candy, sweets of all kind, biscuits, and cakes, which Goyle was only too happy to share with his friend.
Greg was smarter that anyone made him out to be, however, he was a very shy child. Thus, his quietness was often equated with being slow as Vince. Hell, even Draco and Greg himself had believed that.
As he grew up he chose a role model as young people usually do, his was Draco. He wanted to be just like him, alabaster complexion, blond, thin, normal size, and a sex-god; mostly he wished to be loved by both of his parents. Goyle's parents weren't bad; not really, he just perceived his father as cold and detached; it had to do with his father's age, his being so old bothered Greg.
He had deeply envied Draco's parents while growing up. Funny, how it turned out, that his parents loved him with a great love many would wish for their own. He had felt exactly the same while he was going through his teenage years, Draco later confessed to Greg.
"Did you know how much I envied your family? Your old father treated you so well, never ever showed any anger or raised his voice. Your mother always made sure you were always happy, and she was so pretty and so caring."
Go figure, Greg thought
His mother, in contrast, was the youngest of the mothers and very beautiful. Since he turned into an adolescent his friends always chose to play at his home, hang out at his home, all wanted to flirt with her.
During his third year, his mommy came to Hogwarts to bring homemade cakes for the Slytherin's common room, they all fell in love with her. Even Professor Snape sat with them the entire time she was there. From that day one, he would always smile around her in that special way reserved for beautiful women.
It had been sheer misery to sit there and hear the fools making comments about his mother. More than once, at the common room, he had heard older students sharing their tales of wanking at her pictures. Vince had smashed one or two heads more than once, after he heard the rubbish talk, or whenever he was offered a month's allowance to steal one of her knickers.
Many would cut her pictures out the society pages; her strawberry blond hair, blue-green eyes, and her Amazon beauty, attracted wizards like flies.
Greg's family
His father's first family was killed during a fire started by a Muggle explosive. It dropped on their manor during the great Muggle war. He waited 30 more years to marry again; he had Greg and then, eleven years later, his little brother, Ephraim.
His father had two other children outside of marriage. They came to live with him when he married Greg's mother.
Their mother, an American witch, had never wanted to marry Goyle, because, according to her, she valued her independence.
His oldest brother François, killed during the last battle, was 17 years older than Greg; he had followed the father's footsteps. He wasn't even given a proper burial since his remains had been some of the lost. His sister, Maggie, had married and moved to America by the time Greg was eight years old. She wrote him long letters to Azkaban.
His mother, Irina, the woman in Greg's life, was forced to marry when she was two days short of her fifteenth birthday. Her jealous stepmother wanted her out the way; therefore, the nasty witch had convinced Irina's father to marry her to a man 92 years her senior. It was one tragic tale, Irina's lovelorn father had fallen in mad passion with his wife's cousin deadly charms.
Goyle's grandfather, a very rich Russian Wizard, had married his dead wife's cousin. A mere thirty-two days after his wife's (Irina's mother) broom, had accidentally plummeted 150 meters.
The Aurors concluded that she had probably fainted. Natalia, Irina's mom had been three months pregnant when she had died; and her only sin was to have foolishly trusted Nikita, her cousin, with the secret of her pregnancy, she had been pregnant with a son.
Nikita had in turn, met an equally deadly surprise after she married Irina's dad. She had died before a year was up.
The wedding of Nikita and Leo (Irina's father) had held place thirty days after the funeral of his first wife, Natalia. It wasn't long before her turn to die came; she died during childbirth within one year.
The day Nikita went into labour during a nasty electrical storm which made Apparating and Floo travel impossible. On the way to help her, the attending healer had been badly injured after plummeting from his broom. He was found two days later, alive but hurt.
Nikita who had had a complicated delivery bled to the death after giving birth to a boy. Fate, karma, whatever you call it, that was all.
Leo was murdered in 2004 during a scrimmage between former Death Eaters and the Aurors chasing them. He wasn't a Death Eater himself; however the fight had spilled into his palace. Along with him, Irina's stepbrother died. He had been Greg's senior by a few months; the son to his second wife was killed by his aunt Monika, Nikita's sister.
"How sad," as his mommy would say, "Was my father brain dead to marry twice into that nest of vipers, or, maybe he liked what he got? The only nice of the three cousins was my mother, her cousins Nikita and Monika outdid each other, hard to tell who was the most wicked."
Monika (Nikita's sister) was the nastiest witch of the bunch. She had never allowed his grandfather to visit his mommy or the grandchildren. Monika, the nasty witch, had been killed by Auror Dmitri Krum, brother to the Viktor Krum. Although, not before casting the unforgivable that killed her husband. She had died just moments after she had murdered her stepson.
Monika must have decided to take advantage of the confusion to eliminate all the heirs. It was her misfortune not to have seen the Aurors coming. Greg always had shivers just thinking about that family of evil witches.
His father had not been really unkind, he had been loving and affectionate, but he looked very old to a young lad; Greg Sr.'s only interest was the preservation of their world. His entire family had been wiped out in a second, by a ball of fire dropped by those evil Muggles. The same who should have been kept away from their world.
He was concerned with the encroachment of the Muggle world, and their need for secrecy. Through Lucius, he sided with Voldemort with only one mission in mind - to keep the two worlds apart. He wanted to give his sons and descendants a safe word, he had supported a monster whose only interest was his ascent to power.
His father had died in the middle of Greg's fourth year, and by then he had found his place as Draco's goon. His little brother died the same year, two months apart.
Ephraim had been killed by a Death Eater's bouncing hex while his mother was taking him to eat ice cream at Fortescue's.
He had just turned four. The two tragedies in such a short period had caused incredible pain, his poor mother had a tough time adjusting, and Greg had entirely lost his way.
Greg's mother looked as if she were his older sister, barely sixteen years his senior. She had turned thirty-one when her husband died. Her looks had been her doom after his father's death. Voldemort sent his half-brother in missions all the time. Greg knew how hard Voldemort's years had been for the young widow.
She had been forced to accept the unwelcome attentions of many Death Eaters. One of them Rabastan Lestrange, seemed to be gallant and gentle, but Voldemort had made clear that she must join Rabastan at all their parties, it was the reason her stepson was sent away all the time.
But he wasn't the only one. They were called to perform 'intimate acts' for the degenerate-snake-monster; he and Bella would share them as well.
Greg didn't find the details until the trials; afterwards his mother was pardoned the first day. It wasn't an easy time for her. Overall, she had her share of misfortune and had been finally granted with a way to save her only son, it came at the price of her father and half-brother being murdered.
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The way to Azkaban
Greg knew had known he wasn't innocent. He had helped kill and torture several Muggles. Once, he had even tried to help Vince rape Hermione Granger. At the time, they were all pumped with potions brewed to bring their killing instincts, to bring their hidden-beasts out, all was done without their knowledge or consent.
He should have listened to Draco, "Vince, Greg, don't drink that shit potion they give you for strength. It is bad, quit taking it". But no, they both liked the feeling of bravura it gave them. Indeed, he was intoxicated with the feeling of power.
Later, that same day, the day he had nearly raped the petite witch, he woke up feeling a nasty hangover, and had been horrified at his actions. After all, hadn't he worshiped the ground the little witch walked upon?
Had she not been his dark secret, his Mudblood? Fuck what had he done? He ran back down to the cells behind Mulciber and Fenrir's back.
He brought Granger water, a pain potion, salve for her cuts, blankets and some food. He apologized to her and asked what else she needed. He had even cleaned up her face and allowed his fingers to linger, she was so very soft. He wasn't aroused, just heady with the feeling to have touched her skin.
He had been glad when she had escaped, but not when he had to witness her torture. He had been ill after that, he was sure all the wizards who knew her had been sick, but for simple minded Vince.
It was good of Draco to tell the Wizengamot about the potion. If he had quitted when Blaise, Nott, Pucey, Flint, and many others had, he would have been out with Nott, or not gone to prison at all.
Instead, he had chosen to listen to idiots who told them, "Young Malfoy is a coward, he is just jealous that you are so tough." He had been a bully and had enjoyed beating others. He deserved punishment, but not for so long.
Greg's Azkaban -1998 to 2005- Remembering Vince
"Mr. Goyle, yesterday we were talking about Vince. You were about to tell me about his early days."
Greg didn't like this talking business; however, if it were a requirement of the rehabilitation program, he would do it. He was also required to: actively participate in the advanced studies; attend the counseling program; join Muggle studies one hour daily; join either an art's or a craft's course; and play one daily sport. He had enrolled in Yoga and meditation, and an obscure magical version of Asian martial arts.
That wasn't all. Rabastan Lestrange had convinced him to learn fencing, and he had fallen into it with delight. He also jogged daily, a 5 mile run with Lucius, Igantz Knott Sr., and Adler Pucey. There was a magically created indoor path complete with vegetation, a part of the brand new recreation center.
"Mr Goyle, hello, are we here today?"
"Yes, of course, Healer Fritz, we are both here or at least I am. As for Vince, he wasn't all that clever; hence, he will never be able to attend our little chats. He burned to a crisp a while ago." Greg answered bitterly with a touch of acerbic sarcasm.
"Mr Goyle, we have often discussed your attitude and your less than pleasant behavior. If this continues, I will have to report it. It is a waste of time for both of us. We have been meeting close to a year, and every meeting has been a painful experience for both of us, maybe you don't like to work with me and perhaps you blah, blah, blah." Greg phased him out as usual.
The Hufflepuff-healer-counselor warned Greg for the umpteenth time. He no longer heard the healer; not when he didn't want to. He was good at it, years of practice, after being at Hogwarts for six years, a wizard could learn to filter out all voices.
The git looks exactly like a stuffed duck, Greg thought, and that alone made him feel better. The man had broken him out the hardened shell with his counselor's chisel; he had broken through his cover, chip by chip. A fact that Greg didn't like and resisted at one level; however, at another level, he had subconsciously glanced at the hidden wizard starving for freedom.
The inner-wizard was already emerging cleansed, purified, and stronger, but a festering sore was holding him back. Herb thought the key was Vince. And he wanted to draw him out; Herb wanted Vince out in the open even if it hurt.
Without apologizing, Greg continued talking about Vince; however, not before catching the git's triumphant smirk.
"As, I said, Crabbe wasn't bright at all. His greatest ambition was to be just like Draco. I think we both wanted the same. My momm-mother often said that his being slow had to do with his mother's love of Firewhisky, and the alcohol laced beverages," his throat was very dry, he would have liked some Firewhisky himself. Herb noticed and passed him a glass of water.
"His mother was a lush, a whore, who had married for money." Greg went on, "Rumors about her were common, maybe they were more than just talk. According to them, Crabbe's dad had picked her up at Knockturn Alley. He was a nasty piece of work; the man was big as an ox and mean as a cobra."
"So how is that being picked up from the Alley makes you a whore?" Herb was quizzically looking at Greg, "As long as we understand that being a sex-witch does not make a witch intrinsically bad, I would hope that is your understanding; so what was her role in his upbringing?"
Greg avoided Herb's eye contact and continued.
"She really didn't have one, she was mostly absent from his life. Vince's mother was a teenager's dream, from her face to her body, she looked like a sex-goddess; ah, lets not forget the way she flirted with any wizard over the age of fourteen, and made you feel as if she was yours only if you asked; she was all of that, but a mother she wasn't." He drank the entire glass in one gulp and looked at Herb for another glass.
"I realized it later; I as not yet twelve and whenever she was at home, she would try to feel me up; there was no escaping. She would always make sure to be home the days I would come for Vince."
Herb could not even breathe hearing the revelation. It was as if Greg had not noticed.
Greg's face reflected increased revulsion as he related the troubling events. His tone had changed from flat to emotional, and when he had finished the revelation a shudder ran through him. This wasn't lost on Herb, neither were Greg's hands holding on tightly to the arm-rests.
"Did she do more than that? Of course, your disclosure is difficult, however it would be helpful to find out more. How old were you, did you tell your parents, did she stop and when? For the record, touching an underage wizard or witch constitutes a sexual offense. You were a victim." Herb wanted to offer him comfort.
A/N I love this story because so many of us walk around with hidden pains. I chose Greg because bullies are many times victims of abuse. I think many young criminals might have a chance with real rehabilitation.