Chapter Three: Damon Greyback and his Kitten
Harry was carried for about six miles before Fenrir set him down and let him change human, "We there?" he asked sleepily, the running had caused him to fall asleep while being carried, and he was slightly unaware. That is until he saw Fenrir smirking at him, his eyes narrowed and he jumped backwards, "Okay now what exactly is your plan?"
"Well we will simply wander around, do a bit of traveling and come up with a solid story to feed the others when we return, you as Damon Greyback," Fenrir said smirking, "We also need to change your appearance some."
That is how Harry found himself in America with the werewolf; they were shopping and laughing as a woman commented how 'Damon' looked like his father. They had grown his hair and let it look scruffy as Fenrir had a scruffy look. Healed his eyes and added the golden swirl from his animagus transformation to them, the same color as Fenrir's eyes and even found a way to transfer the lightning bolt scar to the bottom of his foot so his face was clear of all scars.
Looking in a mirror the two realized Harry looked quite a bit like Fenrir when he kept his face blank, although he had more of his mother's coloring he had a bit of Fenrir in him and was quite excited to spend time with his father. It was decided that Damon's mother had passed a few months ago and his Aunt contacted Fenrir to let him know, since the wolf had been in prison most his life Damon had only met him a few times.
They spent almost two weeks hanging around each other before Fenrir decided it was time to introduce his son to the others. Damon was outside playing with a kitten as his father went inside to get the others, looking up as they came into view Damon lifted the kitten and stood up. Fenrir walked over and ruffled his hair fondly; they really got along now and felt like father and son.
"This is Damon," Fenrir said before turning to the teen, "These are my friends Lucius, and Tom. The little blond is Draco he's Lucius's son."
"Nice to meet all of you," Damon said his voice soft, before he saw a large snake which he began to follow before Fenrir grabbed his arm and tugged him backwards, "Sorry Father am I being rude again?"
"No you're getting distracted again," Fenrir chuckled, they had decided that Damon would be easily distracted until someone pushed his temper, then he would have such a streak of anger that it would shock everyone who saw him as mild mannered. He would only be dedicated to his studies, which were secret from everyone but his father.
"Sorry, but I saw a large snake, she looked pretty," Damon said before a bird caught his eye and he turned to watch it with amusement clear on his face.
"Sorry about him he has a very scattered mind," Fenrir chuckled before saying softly, "Damon do you want to see where you'll be staying now?" getting a nod he began to walk off with him, the teen seemed very easily amused.
That night Tom watched as Fenrir brought his son to a Deatheaters meeting, the teen was staring off into space as if something interesting was just out of his reach. Then all of the sudden when someone insulted Fenrir's pack the teens eyes went from hazy to extremely clear before Fenrir simply growled at the man, that the growl made the teen relax once more. It seemed the teen did not like it when others insulted his family.
"Fenrir please introduce your guest," Tom said motioning for Fenrir to stand properly. Damon had been leaning against a wall dazed like since the start of the meeting, so Fenrir motioned for him to stand straight which he did.
"My Lord this is Damon, my son," Fenrir said calmly, before seeing one of the people who hated him completely throw a nasty spell at the teenager who simply bent to tie his shoe the spell shooting over him.
"Damon," Tom said making the teen look up as he was addressed, "Welcome to Malfoy Manor, how long will you be staying with us?"
"Until Father tells me where to go," Damon answered before tilting his head and asking, "Why did you choose the name Deatheaters?"
"What?" Tom blinked in shock no one had ever questioned the name of his followers before.
"Deatheaters...why call them that?" Damon asked his eyes innocently shining from curiosity; he stood properly and asked, "Isn't it obvious that a Dark lord would have deadly followers why have to label them with something obvious? Why not try the subtle approach and take things from a sly angle? Like possibly..." yet his voice trailed off and he smiled before turning to his father, "May I go play with the kitten?"
"Yes my son, try and remember not to turn the kitten into a Tiger, I don't think Lucius would like a Tiger roaming his home," Fenrir said before seeing a light spark the teens eyes, "Damon-"
"I didn't do it," Damon said before blushing a nice pink color and looking down, "I'll be good Father I promise."
"Good, now go play with your kitten and stay out of trouble," Fenrir said and watched the teen wander off, turning back to the meeting he could not help but feel proud as he saw the Dark Lord watch Damon leave curious as to the boys nature.
