The room was full of light but the mood was grim and dark. There were very few people in the room, but it was enough. At the end of the room was a stone throne in which Nagini slithered across. Sitting in the throne was Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, who wreaked havoc on the world; both magical and muggle. The Dark Lord had no emotions; he felt nothing for his subjects, for his loyal Death Eaters. In the centre of the room were four men, all whom were large in size, with very distinct features. They were kneeling before their Lord. Behind them was the infamous Fenrir Greyback, whose head was bowed. The four men before him were members of his pack and all five of them had been summoned before their Dark Lord.
Near the entrance of the dark, cold room were two death eaters, a man and a woman, both all too familiar to Fenrir. Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange stood near the door, their wands hanging loosely in between their fingertips. Lucius's face gave away nothing. He was looking directly ahead, his posture high and proud. Bellatrix however, did not hide her emotions. She was smirking and smiling evilly at the display before her. Her posture was not evident at all, her attire not appealing. Both death eaters were ready for any command their Lord might issue.
The room was silent; all that could be heard was the breathing of of the men in the room. Tension was high, and Fenrir moved his hands behind his back, his fingers fidgeting.
"Tell me Fenrir; is it so difficult to capture the order? They are mere weaklings and yet they evade you and your pack" The cruel voice of Lord Voldemort asked.
"My Lord-"Fenrir was silenced.
"Silence, Greyback, your foolishness and stupidity has run its course" And with a wave of his wand the four men were dead, leaving Fenrir who dropped to his knees and bowed before his master. His body was tense and his anger rising. His pack was being slaughtered; his pack was being threatened by this mad man.
"Find the Order and destroy them or you will suffer the same fate mutt"
POP!
The throne was empty; Voldemort and his snake had disappeared.
POP!
POP!
Both Lucius and Bellatrix had disappeared, leaving Fenrir who stood up and looked down at his pack members. His rage escalated and he screamed with anger and frustration. The Dark Lord wanted them to do the impossible.
How was he meant to destroy the Order?
It was impossible!
In the last raid, six members of his pack had been killed; they had been out skilled yet again by the Order.
Fenrir shook his head and removed his wand from his pocket. He then gave is a wave and white smoke appeared from the tip of his wand. The smoke got larger and larger and took on the form of a massive wolf face. The wolf opened its mouth and engulfed the bodies, leaving the room empty with only just Fenrir present.
He began pacing back and forth, trying to think of what he could do. He knew he couldn't keep doing this, he knew his pack was growing tired of burying the dead. He would need to change his plans. He knew the Dark Lord was secretly looking for the pack's location and that the Dark Lord was growing tired by Fenrir. Fenrir couldn't let him find the location of the pack, he would protect the pack at any cost, and he would stop all the deaths. But how?
Suddenly, Fenrir stopped pacing, his head shot up. He had an idea.
He had to protect his pack, he would do anything for his pack, and he would change sides for his pack. Fenrir began pacing once again. How could he go to the order? They would kill him! They probably wouldn't believe him anyway. He would have to discuss it with his pack.
POP!
He apparated back to his manor, and saw all the pack waiting for him. The bodies had been removed and had been placed in a burial chamber. He could see the men's wives crying, their cubs sitting down on the floor oblivious to their loss.
They all became silent when they saw him, and waited for his response.
"The Dark Lord is not pleased, he killed them without thought" Fenrir said solemnly, as the women wept louder.
"What are we going to do? We can't keep sending out raids Alpha, we are being killed" A man in the back called out. His name was Mark.
"I know Mark, the Dark Lord will not stop until the remaining order members are killed, but I have a plan to stop our slaughter" Fenrir said as he spoke to those around him. He could see them waiting for his plan, and did not hesitate to tell them.
" We leave the Dark Lord, we will seek the Order's help, we cannot serve the Dark Lord anymore, once we complete the task he set for us he would have us all slaughtered. The Dark Lord is trying to find our location, we cannot have that, and we must move to the Order, we must fight against the Dark Lord" Fenrir said seriously. Everyone gasped, and looked shocked.
Betray the Dark Lord? Impossible!
How were they meant to go to the order?
"They will reject us!" One wolf called.
"Maybe, or maybe they will see that we have much to offer them. They are not dumb they will see us for what we bring not for what we are" Fenrir replied, as he continued answering the questions people threw at him.
After a few moments they put it to a vote.
"Raise your hand if you believe we should continue to serve the Dark Lord" Fenrir called out.
The room was silent. No one moved. No hand was raised. They had made their decision.
"Very well, we will make contact with the Order immediately, Mark see to it" Fenrir ordered. Mark nodded and began writing the letter to the Order.
This would be interesting.
Meanwhile back at the order, everyone had gathered in the kitchen. There were not many order members left after the final battle. Harry had perished, Voldemort had won that battle, but the Order was determined to win the war. At the table were Remus Lupin, Bill Weasley, Tonks, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley and Hermione Granger. Other members of the order were all out on their missions, same had not been seen for nearly three weeks. Two of those included Ron and Ginny Weasley.
On the table, were different maps and scrolls and the people were debating fiercely.
"We are outnumbered. We can only fight one battle at a time" Remus Lupin said as the others quietened down.
"Lupin is right, without any allies we are too small" Hermione Granger said as the others agreed.
There was a short silence, before someone else spoke.
"We need allies, anyone will do at this point in time" Arthur said as the rest nodded their heads. They needed help. They could not defeat the Dark Lord without inside help.
"So who can we go to?" Tonks asked and at this no one had a response. Who could they possibly turn to?
The Ogre's supported the Dark Lord, as did the vampires, the Dementors chose no side and the were wolves had always sworn allegiance to the Dark Side. The Order had some support from the elves and the "Tree people" but they were not that reliable. The Order needed an ally that was reliable and ally hat could help them whenever they needed the help, but at this point in time the idea of an ally was almost impossible.
The silence was thickening and sooner than later everyone began to get up and leave.
"We will meet again here tomorrow Good night friends" Remus said, and they all shook hands. They were about to leave when a tap could be heard from the window. They all pulled out their wands and stared blankly at the window.
"For Merlin's sake, it's a bloody owl" Hermione exclaimed as she put her wand away and went to the window. She opened the window ever so slowly and received the letter from the owl. The owl without any hesitation flew off into the night. Hermione looked at the letter suspiciously as did the others. She looked over to Remus who gave her a nod of approval, and she swiftly opened the letter.
She quickly read over it before reading it aloud.
To those who belong to the Order of the Phoenix,
The pack of Fenrir Greyback would like an audience on neutral grounds with those who have power within the Order. Our wands will be surrendered to you on the grounds of good faith. Alpha Fenrir Greyback would like to discuss the issue of allies and a truce between both kinds.
If you agree to meet us, come to the Jhup hills tomorrow at midday to discuss the terms.
"It's a trap!" Bill exclaimed as he tore the letter out of Hermione's hand.
"I have to agree with Bill" Molly said softly but Hermione did not agree.
"They want to meet at Jhup Hills; no magic can be performed on Jhup hills, its neutral grounds, if it was a trap why would we meet them there?" Hermione asked.
"She's right, its ancient magic, and they are willing to give us their wands" Tonks said, and Remus nodded.
"We are in no position to decline them, we need their help" Remus alleged and the room was silent.
It was agreed that they would meet the wolves.
A new truce would be formed tomorrow at midday.
Chapter 2!
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