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Chapter 4

Even after years of practicing to hide and control her emotions around death eaters, Harriet had to fight to hide her shiver. The man's rigged and scratchy voice sounded like a mix of a blender that was fed concrete and a person who needed to cough. (1) His inhumanly sharp teeth were stained yellow and showed inside his mouth as if silently threatening to bite someone. Harriet had hoped that the last place she had seen this man, voice and all, was that one night four years ago. Now that he was standing right in front of her, dripping wet, it brought back detailed memories of their first meeting.

It was ten at night and Harriet was sitting in her bedroom in boredom. Her aunt and uncle were hosting yet another death eater meeting downstairs. Usually they'd use Harriet to serve their guests tea, coffee and even sandwiches but this time they had ordered her to stay in her room. Harriet was confused by this because, not only was this the time she wasn't going to serve the guests, Dudley was also ordered to stay in his own room for the night.

When Harriet asked why she wouldn't be serving the death eaters, her uncle told her to shut up and that she didn't need to know. Although, her aunt had been hugging her son tightly and had warn him not to come out of his room for any reason until she and Vernon came to get him. The young squib could only guess that someone new was coming to the meeting and this someone might try to hurt their son.

While that made sense Harriet didn't understand why it made a difference for her. Vernon and Petunia had never treated Harriet like the niece she actually was so she didn't understand why they cared so much about her safety now. They didn't care when she'd get sick, they were forced to get her glasses, they didn't take her to the hospital when she broke her wrist when she fell down the stairs. So this new member must have be a big threat if they were willing to hide Harriet for the night.

It was only a few months ago when Harriet was given Dudley's second bedroom to live in. Not that the Dursley's wanted to but in the end they had no choice. Once Harriet was finished serving the death eater guests she would be forced to leave the room because her relatives didn't want her listening in on their conversations. So to keep Harriet from eavesdropping, the Dursley's moved her upstairs where she wouldn't be able to hear anything. Harriet was grateful however as, along with the room she got a real bed, which she hadn't had since her crib.

Yawning in boredom, the young female squib laid on her bed and stared up at her ceiling as she hugged her stuffed wolf to her chest. She was wearing her contact lenses at the time as her glasses laid on the desk next to her bed. Harriet's long black hair was spiraled out on the bed in a messy fashion and her bangs were off to one side to show the lightening scar she has had since she was only a year old.

After a while Harriet frowned and sat up in her bed. She needed to use the bathroom but she had been warned, more threatened, not to leave the room until she was told to. Unlike her cousin, Harriet didn't have an enchanted closet that turned into a bathroom and she knew she couldn't hold it for much longer. The young squib thought about the punishment she would get if caught but she figured any punishment would be worth avoiding peeing herself.

Placing her stuffed wolf on the bed beside her, Harriet stood up and walked to her bedroom door. Being as quiet as possible, Harriet opened the door and listened for any signs of being heard. All the girl could hear were the voices of the death eaters talking downstairs. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Harriet walked to the bathroom, making as little nose as she could. Even if she was heard her uncle would probably make up something like, it's just the cat and then punish her later on.

Harriet made it to the bathroom easily but forgot how loud the toilet was when it was flushed. The girl tensed nervously and listened carefully for any signs of being heard. For a moment everything was silent but, after a few seconds, Harriet could make out muffled talking. Breathing a sigh of relief Harriet washed her hands before making her way back to her bedroom.

"I thought I smelt a girl up here."

Harriet was only inches away from her bedroom door when she jumped at the unexpected voice. She spun around to see a tall, rigged looking man that she had never seen before. Even as a squib, Harriet could feel the waves radiating off this strange man. She knew that he must be the reason she and Dudley had to stay in their rooms.

The man was tall and rigged looking. His brown, greasy hair was starting to gray and sort of had a dreadlock look to it (2). His blue eyes had a wild look that Harriet expected to only see in a hungry lion, or maybe even a wolf. The man's face had stubble, like a beard was just beginning to grow and he was letting it. He was wearing a ankle long, open black trench coat, black pants and a black shirt that was ripped at the top so a hairy chest showed.

Even without any magic Harriet could tell that this man was not human; maybe a halfbreed at most. She felt an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach as she looked at the man. She had a bad, gut feeling that she knew who this man was; she just hoped that the gut feeling was wrong and she was just being a scared little girl.

"Wh... who are you?" Harriet asked in a timid whisper. The man, having caught the stutter in the girl's voice, smirked.

"Has your aunt not told you of me?" The man asked as he put a sharp nailed hand on his chest, looking as if he was offended. Harriet's eyes widened so much that it wouldn't have surprised herif her contacts had fallen out.

Never before as anyone found out that Harriet was related to the Dursley's. Even though everyone knew that the Potters were related to the Dursley's through sisters, no one had ever figured that Harriet was the niece. This was do to the fact that the death eaters had thought that all three Potters were murdered nine years ago. They had thought that Harriet was also murdered because, by the time they came looking for the missing death eater, all four bodies were removed from the house.

"How..."

"How did I know? You have a scent that is similar to that woman's." The man spoke with a growl in his chest as his eyes wandered to Harriet's forehead. Harriet was frowning and started to back into her room as slow as she could.

"Well I, um, need to go back to bed." The girl said, failing to hide her nervousness. The man's smirk only got wider as he seemed to enjoy Harriet's fear.

Normally Harriet would show respect towards any death eater that walked through the doors; even if she knew they would hurt her. Although Harriet could tell that this man wasn't a normal death eater; she was sure he was anything from human; there were plenty of monsters with human skin. All in all, this man scared Harriet and she really wanted to get in her room to use her door as a barrier.

"Greyback! Get your furry ass back down here!" The familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy shouted from downstairs. As the man turned his head in the direction of the stairs with a growl Harriet's eyes widened in fear.

This was the man her relatives often complained about; he was a child killing werewolf. Harriet could remember how her aunt complained about having a werewolf in her house while she made their breakfast one day. Her aunt went on to hug Dudley and threatened to nuder the mutt if he ever got close to her son. This man must have been the reason why both she and Dudley had to stay in their rooms.

"I got to go, sweet cheeks. It was a pleasure meeting the only known person to survive the killing curse." Greyback said with a smirk on his face. Harriet shivered but it went unnoticed as the man turned his back on her and headed back down the stairs.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Harriet took the last few steps she needed to take to enter her room. Shutting the door as quietly as she could, Harriet returned to her bed. Laying down, Harriet took out her contacts, put them in their case, grabbed her stuffed wolf and attempted to fall asleep.

"I thought all death eaters had to go to a meeting." Harriet said calmly, quickly gaining control and easily hiding her uneasiness. Fenrir smirked and held out his left arm, shoving up the sleeve of his trench coat and shirt to show nothing on his skin.

"I'm not really a death eater, Sweet Heart. I only work with the dark lord because he promises me stuff." The man said with a pleased grin. Harriet gulped silently and took a step back into the house as the werewolf shoved his sleeves back into place.

"Would you like a towel?" Harriet asked respectfully, quickly changing the subject. She could already guess what the snake mutant had promised so she wasn't even going to ask.

"No, but I wouldn't mind some tea." The man replied as he stepped into the house. Harriet continued to hide her fear as she turned her back on him.

"Very well. Wait in the living room while I make you some tea." Harriet spoke as she made her way to the kitchen. Fenrir stood in the door way for a moment as he watched the girl leave before he grinned wolfishly and made his way to the living room.

~Fenrir's P.O.V~

I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked into the Dursley's puny, muggle based, living room. The young Potter girl was frightened of me. I could smell it radiating off her skin and it excited me unlike most things could. There was nothing I found better than a frightened, teenaged girl; the meat always seemed to taste much better, the blood much sweeter when a girl is frightened.

It has also been a while since I last tasted a squib and I licked my lips at the thought of biting into young Harriet Potter. Squibs always seem to have a unique taste to them, like a mix of muggle and wizard. Even though squibs have no magical ability of their own, they still have pureblood blood that their parents pass down to them. It was like taking a bite of a wizard and then taking a bite of a muggle right after.

I continued to smile as I leaned back in the arm chair closest to the fireplace. The fireplace was bare with a cup of floo powder for transpiration. That could be useful later on, if I could remember it. Relaxing myself against the chair, I glanced out the window to see that the storm had now ended completely and the clouds were beginning to disappear. My smiled widened into a grin as I stared up at the brightening sky. The Dursley's really should have stayed home tonight; now I have their squib niece in the palm of my hand.

~Normal P.O.V~

"Thanks love." Fenrir said as Harriet came back with the cup of tea. The teenager frowned and held in a twitch as she handed the tea off to the werewolf.

Being called Love by a child killing werewolf was the most uncomfortable thing she could ever think about. She was uncomfortable with all the pet names the man was giving her; it was like he was flirting, possibly playing with his food. She was also curious to why her relatives would allow the werewolf in their house when they knew what he was capable of. Maybe this was a scare tactic they had thought of.

Fenrir only smirked, having caught the girl's discomfort in her green eyes. Holding in his chuckle, the werewolf slowly sipped his tea while he kept his blue eyes glued onto the teenaged squib. Any other day Fenrir would have enjoyed some nice hot tea, especially after a cold, rainy night. Although, on this pacific night, the tea had a bitter taste to the werewolf.

"You're over an hour late by the way." Harriet said from her spot on the couch. Fenrir lowered his cup of tea and looked at the girl questioning.

"Am I?" He asked in a matter of factually tone. It was as if he had already known and was being smug about it.

"Uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia were angry that you didn't get her before they left." Harriet said with a nod. The werewolf smirked as he placed his empty cup on the side table beside the chair.

"Oh? Well something came up on my way here. Besides they can be as angry as they want to be; there is nothing they could so about it." Fenrir said and bared his sharp, fang like canines in a grin. Feeling uneasy and unable to hide it, Harriet gulped and fidgeted in her seat.

"I should really go to bed now. The Dursley's will want me awake to make them breakfast tomorrow morning." Harriet said while pushing herself off her couch. Just as she was reaching for her contact lens case to take it into her room, Fenrir grabbed and gripped onto her wrist.

"You're going nowhere, Sweet Heart; I haven't had my fun yet. Besides you should really listen to your babysitter." Fenrir growled deeply in his chest. With a hard tug the werewolf pulled Harriet's back into his chest while his free arm wrapped around her waist.

The werewolf was beginning to get more frisky and, at one glance out the window, it was shown that the clouds were beginning to uncover the full moon. Yet, because the moon was still partially covered, instead of starting his transformation, Fenrir's wolfish nature began to show through his human form.

Harriet was frightened and her body stiffened when the man began sniffing her neck. She knew that something about him had changed and it was scaring her. Harriet knew that tonight was a full moon but, because of the storm, she was hoping it would effect the werewolf and he would stay in his human body. The young teenager did not notice that the clouds were slowly disappearing in the sky.

"You smell so clean. What a pity; I would have loved to bathe you myself." Fenrir whispered in a low growl as he began to lick up Harriet's neck. Harriet shivered in the werewolf's grip as she finally came to her senses and began to struggle.

"Let me go! Unhand me!" She shouted, twisting in his grip. Fenrir growled in annoyance as his grip tightened around her waist.

"Do you really think you are in any position to tell me what to do, Potter?" Fenrir questioned with threatening growl. Harriet whimpered frighteningly as Fenrir's one hand released her arm to move to her pants line.

"Now be a good little girl. We wouldn't want to have any little accidents, would we?" The werewolf asked as his hand slowly lowered to the gap between Harriet's legs. The squib's eyes widen when she realized what the werewolf was trying to do.

"NO!" Harriet screamed and started struggling harder than she had before. The werewolf began to growl angrily but a hard kick on his shin caused him to let Harriet go.

~Fenrir's P.O.V~

This girl was really starting to piss me off but, before I could grab her again, I felt my body start to change; the full moon was finally uncovered. I have come quiet used to the transformation after many years and no longer felt any pain. Unlike most werewolves I have come in terms with my inner wolf and embraced it. Because of this I have more control over my wolf than any other werewolf alive.

As my body twisted and pulled into shape, my clothing and shoes began to stretch and rip off my body. With in moments I was fully transformed, my human clothing in pieces all around me. I could feel my trench coat handing loosely around my body but paid little attention to it. I could hear something coming upstairs and I sniffed the air. It was a female human, a young girl by the smell of her.

With what human control I had left, I stood on my hind legs and howled long and loud. Growling in hunger, I lowered myself back on all fours and ran out of the living room to find the stairs that went to the second floor. The girl was really stupid if she thought she could hide from a werewolf. It will be only a matter of seconds now; I can already taste her sweet, juicy meat.

(1) Actually, in my option, his voice is just deep but you don't really hear much of his voice. I've only heard it in my HPB game

(2) Really, look up Fenrir Greyback and look at his hair. Doesn't look like dreadlocks?

The next chapter will be short. PLEASE review *puppy eyes* Oh and let me know if you want some chapters with a first POV for Harriet. I just put Fenrir in first since it made it easier for me