A/N : Well I thought that since the last chapter was too kind and easy read, this one will definitely be darker and contain far more gore. And please would a review be too much to ask for? I'm hoping for flames by this point.
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Popping joints and a scream were sounds that were not heard by the village just a hillside away from the small house next to the woods. Its walls were stone and very out of fashion though left standing. The screaming sounds continued and were stopped by the shattering of glass. Metal scraps made a sudden noise before one again the house was quite. Out of the door stepped a young woman of about twenty-five with fire red hair and dark drown eyes.
"Aye, be done with yew. Noting but a monster yew are. Rowt there fo' all sats good for yew." And the women tossed a leather satchel filled with a few necessities. One last look to the strangely calm house was sent before she walked won to the village and never looked back once. That moon that lit the sky was full and bright enough to guide her to the village without the need of a torch or wand.
No howls or screams were heard from that house again, not anything for the five years since Angi had left her son chained to the wall with a silencing spell over the entire property. Angi had another child by another villager- who like her first one, had died of no known reason and seemed frightened to death but the superstitious townsfolk blamed the moon as they always had and always would have. Angi died only months later leaving a four-year-old girl with her stock of red hair behind and a series of now broken spells.
Grodan was as calm as any starved child would be when he felt the chains just disappear off of his arms. The bite mark on his leg has closed itself years ago but was a bright red and raw as if it had been yesterday. He was free and he was hungry, and he hated that bitch of a mother. A rage that came with the bright moonlight (Or at least what he could have seen from the small window) took over him and his body. Grodan was maniacally natural for a child, but barely looked the part. Through his dark hair were gray streaks from the monthly cycle.
Before that magic tingle even left from the walls he was running out into the village following that delightful scent of snake dirt. Grodan stopped in front of a dark house where he last smelt his mother. The pale skeletal hand was of no use to knock so he shuffled himself against the door. Angi's daughter was unfortunately the one to answer the door to the sick looking Grodan and his dead brown eyes. She watched as they focused on her red hair, which was out of its hat, before taking another glance at his eyes and his teeth, which were too close. Really too close. She didn't even have enough time to scream when she found out they were sharp too.
Grodan bit into the face of his little mother like a fire to wood, just destroying it. Not even cringing when he felt her skull crush in his grip or the feel of his teeth scraping on her cheekbones. The iron taste of her blood mixed with the sweat and dirt on the skin as he ate the disgusting flesh.
An old man heard the commotion and ran outside with a broom. His face went stiff and the wrinkles sagging, his skin darkened his face despite the almost full moon in the sky. "What are you doing you Fenrirish beast?!" The old man didn't say much more after Grodan bit him in the neck and left him to die with an ear splitting scream. Grodan curled into a ball recovering long enough for the rest of the villagers to come out of their homes and see the two dead bodies. Murmurs of "Who" or "What was it" could be heard but no distinct voice came out and said it. In his half starved, half-lunatical insanity Grodan whispered what the old man had called him.
"Fenrir….Fenrir….Fen.." Grodan started growling again and made a lunge to the villagers. A young man from the crowd pulled out a stick and shouted some gibberish and Grodan fell to his knees before blacking out. In the induced sleep from the wizard Grodan kept on mumbling "Fenrir" almost obsessively.
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"Bella, Sirius you don't think we'll get in trouble, do you?" Narcissa Black followed her sister and her cousin with a doxy trapped into a jar. Bellatrix wore some sort of green tunic and a cap hiding her hair. Sirius would have done it but he had to keep the charm up and he was better at it then her- and Narcissa was too chicken to do it.
"Cissa, its Peter now! Bella is Peter, get it?" Sirius went to the window and started throwing little pebble to the house across from them, the muggles couldn't see them though. "Besides its only the second floor, it can't hurt them that much. We fall much higher then this all the time." Bellatrix hoped onto the window when a small boy about a year or two younger then them looked out the window.
"Sirius you'd better not drop me." And she jumped out of the window like they'd been practicing. Sirius pulled out the practice wand his parents had gave him and whispered Wingarduim Leviosa floating Bellatrix around as if she were flying on her own. He dragged her over to by the window with the little kid. The child stared at her.
"Peter Pan! You are real!" For show Bella and Sirius made her do a few flips around. The kid started talking again once the broke, "Where's Tinkerbell?" Because every kid knew that you need faith, trust, and pixie dust to fly.
Sirius elbowed Narcissa. "Yes, where is Tinkerbell?" The blond sighed and preformed the leg locker on the doxy and changed it to a yellow-green color. She then started levitating it around as Sirius was doing to Bella.
"Why there she is! Come on out, don't you want to fly with me?" Bella finally spoke to the boy and he nodded enthusiastically. "Just remember, Faith, trust, and…Tink?"
Narcissa levitated the doxy over to the boy and slammed it against him and the "pixie dust" which was more like flour they'd snuck out of the kitchen, dipped all over him. Him jumped out the second floor window and landed like a rock on the ground with a sick crunch. Narcissa let the doxy good and Sirius brought Bellatrix back into the house, where they both started laughing with tears in their eyes. Narcissa looked worried for a few minutes and smacked them both on the head.
"You're so stupid! I told you this wasn't a good idea. Is the kid okay?" The trio stayed quite and heard the little kid's cries and sobbing and his parents running out of the house to get him. Still giggling Sirius and Bella started back into their rooms.
"He's fine, it was only about twenty feet." Sirius went into Regulus's room to see if he was woken up by all their fun while Bella dragged Narcissa back into their guestroom.
By Sirius' fourth year at Hogwarts he knew his choice in the matter of muggles and that they weren't a lesser people. Bellatrix did not agree with him at all but they still shared the same vindictive humor. Narcissa cleared away from Sirius all together.
The worst was for Alan Gred, who as a first year, recognized Bellatrix as "Peter Pan" and Sirius lived with the guilt when he saw the kid's mangled arm.
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Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood had a constant professional relationship. In all of their years at Hogwarts they occasionally paired with one another with a few quite jokes and serious studying. Percy never had the "best friend" but if he had to choose someone it would be Oliver- from pure being there-ness.
Even during the Ministry's campaign to smear Potter and Dumbledore they had the occasional superficial chat, pretending that Percy wasn't a stuck up git and that Oliver actually cared about the world beyond Quidditch season.
Percy Weasley was a Deatheater. He didn't have that much to hate Harry for, but that annoyance was there but more then nothing Percy joined because he doubted Potter and his family. They could barely scrape by in school, how were they to manage defeating Tom Riddle, a Prefect who gained more power then any other?
His relatives nearly found out in a close call when he was trying to reconnect with them on orders. At the last moment before the Twins stripped of his clothes to say hello, Oliver came and scooped him to the Leaky Cauldron for a chat. Oliver did not even bother to look concerned at how panicked Percy looked. The Quidditch player looked around him before leaning close to Percy's ear.
"No need to blow your cover yet. I'm guessing he asked you to do it?" Barely above a course whisper and it had Percy floundering until Oliver pulled down the gloves he was trying to break in.
Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood had a constant professional relationship, and might some day share a cell in Azkaban for being supporters of the Darklord.
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Peering over his book notes on today's curse, Snape watched fifth year Ravenclaws and Gryffendors pour and chatter among themselves before the bell rang and he started taking points. In the corner of his eye Lovegood appeared in her entirely odd glory and skip over to the Weasley girl (Whom he knew was all of The Twin's brilliance and Molly's deposition).
"Ginny, I need you r help to get ready for Slughorn's Christmas Party." Luna said all of this staring through her friend and twisting a few of the beads on her newest protectionary bracelet against the Narflaks or other nonsense like that. He'd made the mistake of trying to mock her and failed.
"That's great! Who invited you?" Weasley seemed pleased that the girl was going and Snape lowered his notes a bit lower wondering who would take Loony Lovegood to a party like that.
"Harry. I asked him if I should dye my eyebrow too but he said not to worry. Do you think he'll be wearing Gryffendor color or..?" Potter?! Thank god the notes hid his face from the students that dared to come to class early. The Weasley girl had no such defense.
"What? I'm sorry did you say Harry asked you?" Oh dear Merlin she was like Molly. She might make a good Deatheater someday, if that absolute rage on her face said anything about it. Lovegood of course took no notice.
"Isn't it great? Harry is one of the nicer boys in Gryffendor. Your brother not so much." And Lovegood sat down and stared off into space occasionally drawing a lightning bolt through a moon like the currency. Weasley girl stood there open mouth gaping for a few minutes and stared at Luna. Without even blinking she looked herself over and stared at Lovegood once again.
Really Potter. Are you trying to annoy the Weasley clan?
And days later at the actual party Lovegood started talking about a Rotfang conspiracy. And Potter laughed along with Lovegood.
That night cemented what the few people who knew Harry somewhat well (The Quidditch Team, The Trio and co, The Order, and Malfoy).
His head bobbled around from a few loose screws, but he wasn't the only bobblehead in the bunch. Potter has officially reserved his spot in St. Mungos. And all Snape could think about was what would happen to their poor kids. They didn't stand a chance really.
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