Disclaimer: I do not own Remus Lupin, Fenrir Greyback, or any other character from the Harry Potter series. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Prologue
The full moon shone through the hills. Everything seemed peaceful. A family was walking outside, laughing and playing in the moonlit fields. The mother was young and pretty, with brown hair and pale skin. The father was tall and good-looking, with dark hair and blue eyes. They had two children - a boy, no more than four years old, and a girl, about eight or nine. They looked immensely happy, enjoying each other's company.
"Mummy! Show us some magic!" The little girl begged.
"Anna! Didn't I show you already?" The mother sighed, while a smile played on the corner of her lips.
"Show us the one with the silver birdie!" Anna said, tugging on her mother's sleeve.
"Birdie! Birdie!" The boy shouted.
"Show them, Rebecca." The man smiled.
"Very well then. But just once, alright?" The mother took out her wand. "Expecto patronum!" A brilliant silver eagle burst out of the wand. The two children clapped and laughed as the bird soared over their heads, swooped gracefully a few times, and flew off into the night. Their mother and father watched, smiling and holding each other's hands.
But the only thing was, Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, was on the scene.
He watched from the edge of the woods, eyes burning maliciously, ears cocking expectantly, tail twitching in anticipation. The werewolf had not bothered to take the Wolfsbane Potion. Greyback never did. He considered it to be foolish. The wolf should be welcomed, he always says. The pain should be embraced. The full moon should be enjoyed, devoured!
Greyback loved to attack children. He craved their flesh and blood. So sweet, so soft, so delicious…
The wolf licked his lips. His sharp fangs glinted in the night…
Fenrir Greyback quietly stalked the unsuspecting family.
They were walking back home, it seemed. Greyback had to attack. Soon.
He loped a little faster, now, catching up to the family in the trees. The moment was finally right. He struck.
Greyback was all a flurry of teeth and claws. The girl was the first to scream. The little boy started to cry. The father yelled, the mother shouted something. Their wands were out; the wolf snorted. All spells bounced off werewolves like little paper balls. Greyback looked for his target. The boy. Right.
The wolf pushed its way through the valiantly fighting mother and father. The girl was nowhere to be seen. Opening his jaws wide, Greyback closed his mouth around the boy's leg. He let out a shrill scream, then went limp. Tasting blood, Greyback bit down harder. When he decided that he had enough, the wolf bolted back to the forest. He didn't look back. His job was done.
End of Prologue!! The rest of the story's going to be from Remus and Tonk's POV. And the reason that family was out during the full moon will be explained on Chapter One.
