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A/N: A special thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter! I'm glad y'all like it. Keep the good praise coming please. Here's chapter 3, enjoy!
Chapter 3:
Draco was last to arrive in the living room, cheeks tinged a bright red though he kept his chin held high while he walked past a smirking Owen and took a seat beside his father who raised a blonde eyebrow in question though he didn't say anything since now wasn't the time. Once the blonde was settled, both Owen and Fenrir stood and took position in the middle of the room so the pair could look upon every single face as they explained their story as to why they needed help rescuing Remus.
"When the second war started to build, Voldemort recruited many dark creatures, including werewolves." Owen started, holding up both of his hands to stop Ron and Hermione from interrupting, "not all of the werewolves joined, some of them stayed neutral or they joined the side of the light… However when Harry Potter destroyed Voldemort five years ago Minister Scrimgeour decided that all werewolves, even those who were neutral or fought for the light were rounded up and shipped off to a secret location where they would be held prisoner until they died off from old age or they were killed from trying to escape…. Though some of them, a very few are used to find a cure for the lycanthropy gift, or curse as it's referred to by the uptight, stuck up pigheaded wizards in the Ministry…. That is where my mother is. We would have gotten him out by now though the only problem is that the 'project' is so secure that only higher officials know about it."
Hermione's forehead creased in confusion as she looked at Owen. "If this 'project' is so top secret then how is it that you two know about it?"
"My remaining pack members were taken to the camp." Fenrir said, his voice a dangerous growl, amber slowly bleeding into his icy blue eyes, "because we were all so close, we formed a mental link. Thayne was actually the one who contacted me first to inform me that Remus had been brought into the camp. He explained all that he knew about this camp, which is all of the information we have… However Thayne did give us one name, of a person who would know more about the subject." Amber eyes flicked over to Lucius who stiffened slightly. "You Lucius, he gave me your name."
The Eldest Malfoy sighed, closing his eyes while he nodded his head once. "It's true, I know of the camp, I know where it is located however I've never been there myself. It's something I refuse to see." He said quietly, dark grey eyes focusing on the two werewolves in front of him. "I've seen so many violent and disturbing things during my time severing the Dark Lord, I vowed to myself that I would never subject myself to that ever again."
Taking sympathy on the blond man before him, Owen walked over to him and knelt down on his knees. "It's understandable Mr. Malfoy." He whispered softly quietly that the others had to lean in to hear what he was saying. "If you wish it, you don't have to come with us on the rescue mission. We wouldn't think any less of you. But please, if you know anything…. Anything at all that could help, we would be in your debt."
Lucius said nothing as he stood to his feet and left the room without a word. Owen was shocked as he looked over his shoulder at his father who just shrugged, confusing shinning in his eyes. "He's not leaving." Draco spoke up, looking at Fenrir and not at Owen. "Severus and I also know about the camp. Father told Sev because their lovers and I know because my curiousity can get a little out of hand sometimes. I'm not very fond of werewolves but from what I read about what happens to the wolves there... We need to do more than just rescue Professor Lupin, we need to destroy that camp."
"I agree with Malfoy." Hermione said, tears shining in her eyes, "that's not fair, just because there are some werewolves out there that are dark doesn't mean that all of them are bad."
"You're correct Miss. Granger, as usual." Lucius said, coming back into the room with a thick manila folder tucked under his arm as well as a scroll clutched in his right hand, "however getting into and out of that camp alive will not be easy. The Minister has poured a lot of money into the project to make it nearly impossible to penetrate it. It will take a brilliant strategist in order to maneuver safely around the many wards, traps and guards and that's just around the building," he paused, spreading the scroll out onto the coffee table.
"How is it that you have these plans Lucius?" Owen asked, curiousity dripping from his voice.
"I am very close to the Minister, and he has come to trust me above all others so he gave me these to keep safe," he smirked, "I'm looking forward to seeing the Minister's face when he realizes that he trusted the wrong person."
Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "Won't you be a wanted man after you're discovered?"
"Yes, but by the time they figure out it was me…. I'll already be gone from London."
"I'm impressed Mr. Malfoy, very Slytherin of you." Owen commented, smiling slightly when he saw that Ron was pouring over the blue prints, eyes serious. He could literally see the gears turning in his friends mind, "You look like you have a plan in mind Ron, care to share?"
Ron looked up, startled by the question before he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I get caught up in these things so easily…. But yeah I have the start of a plan but I'll need to take a really good look over these blueprints in order to finalize one, or two really solid plans and a few back up ones." He turned dark blue eyes to Lucius. "Would you mind if Hermione made a copy of this Mr. Malfoy? It will be safe I assure you, we have a wizard safe in our flat." Lucius nodded while Hermione took out a ratty piece of parchment, the same size as the blueprints and tapped it with her wand. The parchment vibrated before thin lines started to appear on the parchment. Soon they picked up speed until not a minute later a perfect replica of the blueprints was copied onto the parchment. Finally with another tap of her wand, the blueprints vanished from the surface. Owen gasped softly, "It's like the map." He murmured softly, kneeling down to look at once again blank parchment, "that's absolutely brilliant."
"Wait how did you-" Ron started to say but he was caught off by Fenrir.
"Hmm look at the time, it's getting late… Owen and I need to start looking for a place to live tomorrow so we better go… We'll contact you when we want to meet again." He said, pulling Owen away from the parchment and out of the room quickly, though not before Owen said to Ron and Hermione: "It's great to see that you two are finally together." That was followed by a grunt as Fenrir elbowed him in the stomach.
"How did he know that?" Hermione asked, sounding really confused while Ron shot up to his feet and followed the pair.
"Wait." He said, sounding sure of himself as he grabbed Owen's arm. "You dislike Portkeys, you're clumsy with the floo network, you know about the Maurauder's map and about Hermione and I being together." He said, looking intently at Owen while the others stood behind him. "And the fact that you know where Harry Potter is even though no one else, not even Hermione and I don't just proves it."
"Proves what Ron?" Owen asked quietly.
"That you're him… You Owen Greyback, are in fact… Harry Potter."
A/N: Hate me? He he I know I'm bad. Harry's Story will be the next chapter. Read and Review guys! Ta!
