A/N: Fenrir smells a familiar scent on the battlefield, one from a stormy night years ago.
Submission for:
2 Week Drabble Wars: Fenrir Greyback - Remus Lupin. Prompt: "I can't believe you're still alive!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was chaos all around him, the deafening screams, the large craters in the walls and the floor, the sticky red puddles beneath his feet, and it made him smile. He took a deep breath, his nose picking up the different smells of sweat and fear mingled into each other, but most importantly, the delicious smell of freshly spilled blood. This is what he lived for. This is what he craved!
Saliva dripped from his maw as he bared his teeth, looking about him for his next victim, waiting for the opportunity to lunge at an unsuspecting fighter and tear out his/her throat in one quick tug. It didn't matter if they were man, woman or child, on his side or the opposite. In the heat of the battle, there were no sides, only death and destruction and tasty, juicy bodies.
But then he picked up something, something he never truly expected to meet here of all places. It was a man, but also a beast - a werewolf just like him, however not any of the ones he had coerced into joining the Dark Lord's cause. His scent was strange but there was another beneath it, one hauntingly familiar, one he had smelled long, long ago.
Then he remembered: a violent thunderstorm, the smell of apple pie and crayons, a tiny boy's scream, followed by him getting thrown into a wall, and Lyall Lupin's angry face as he protected his son.
"I can't believe you're still alive!" Fenrir shouted, even his loud boom lost amidst the screaming and fighting around him.
However, the man had heard him and had spun quickly to face him, his wand outstretched. "Greyback!"
"You were supposed to die that night!" Fenrir growled, "You and your idiot father!" Then he chuckled as he lowered himself onto all fours. "But no matter, I'll finish what I started all those years ago," he said before he ran at the once young son of Lyall Lupin.