Chapter 5: Sly Talk
She saw blood dripping from a broken window and ran over to it, although she had no clue whose blood it had been from in the first place. She saw someone on the outline of the horizon, moving away from the Burrow.
"What to do? What to do! Curse them or run after them?" Her mind pounded as she looked back at the stairway. "Call for Molly and Arthur? No, they'd tell me to stay here. I don't want to cry again! Running after him sounds good, but risking my life isn't one of the options! Oh . . . Fuck it! For Remus!"
"For Remus," she said quietly. She left the house, quietly closing the door and paused. Where would she go? She closed her eyes, trying to remember the place Dumbledore had told her about. Opening her eyes immediately, she turned on the spot, hopefully being sent to the place Remus was heading.
. . . Moments after . . .
She opened her eyes to see trees that murmured, whispered, trying to lead her into their foreboding darkness. She tried not to listen, but the reoccurring thought of the werewolves, of the picture she saw of Remus being fought by Greyback in her head was too much and she continued on without hesitation.
Suddenly, someone pinioned her against a tree, her cheek being scratched by its rough bark.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A human wandering through the midst of our forests? Do you know what happens to humans in our camp?" The werewolf continually spoke to his colleagues. They laughed in a horrifying way. She fought hard against his grip until she heard the sound of someone else struggling against the grip of another. She tried hard to turn to see who it had been out in the open, but the werewolf's gripped on her arms had been to strong. She heard a crack ring through the air and realized that they had won. They had taken Remus to who knows where their camp was.
That was when she stopped fighting them.
. . . Greyback and Montague appeared in a menacing darkness with Remus struggling against their grasp . . .
"Montague, first go find Katrina . . . I think she still has something to tell our friend here. While you're away I shall have a little chat with him. Then go check on who else the rest of the pack's captured," Greyback ordered in a low voice.
Montague left momentarily after Greyback had managed to push, more punch, a struggling Remus to the ground in the dark.
They were trapped somewhere like a dungeon, but it seemed different. It wasn't damp and the floor was sand. Greyback was heard moving as he lit four torches, one on each wall, although that was the only decoration.
"Do you have any clue where you are?" Greyback asked in a cold tone.
"Not very much, all I can see is that it is some sort of dungeon chamber," Remus said slowly, looking around.
"Close enough," he retorted as if Remus was stupid. "Why don't you take a look behind you?"
Remus struggled hard to turn his head around. He only caught glimpses of a skeleton that hung lazily from wrist shackles that were bolted into the wall behind him. "This is a torturing chamber, if you've come up with a different answer," Greyback continued.
"And if you're lucky, you won't end up there, just in a cage. Something totally different from your comfortable tent," he said, reminding him of the night before. He smirked.
"I see that you didn't enjoy my irreplaceable company, Fenrir," he said slowly. His head hung low, knowing that Greyback would do something to respond to that reply.
Greyback lunged at him and punched him in the face, "You'd do well to shut the hell up." Remus looked up at him, half trying to control his breathing, half trying to ignore the pain rising in his neck and the left side of his face. He had heard his neck pop, but he was sure that it wasn't broken, obviously.
Greyback looked down at him with an oppressing expression. Remus ignored it. Turning to look elsewhere besides ahead of him where Greyback had returned to sitting and whistling in the obviously uncomfortable stone chair. Apparently it did not bother him only because he had the ability to watch Remus struggle with the ropes that bound his arms behind his back.
"You know, I do believe that there is a different silencing charm rather than putting one over your mouth." Remus felt the ropes cut into his wrists as he realized what Greyback was going to do.
Greyback took Montague's wand from where it was laid on the arm of the stone chair and waved it over his mouth, silently thinking the incantation, ropes suddenly appeared, tight over his mouth, keeping him silent except for the small sounds that his throat was able to make. Greyback then picked him up by the collar of his shirt, slugging him in the stomach. Greyback released him, and Remus fell to the ground, in a heap, on his side.
Remus had been unable to cough up the blood that had welled in his mouth. Unintentionally, though, he let some of it slip through his open mouth where the ropes had cut into the corners. Greyback's cruel mirth, however, was not restrained.
"If you do indeed, manage to mess something up, which I am sure, either way you say it, you will be rewarded with some sort of pain. Not that I will manage to restrain myself from either activities, you will be set with pain after this event is set. I'm sure that the pack is having a delightfully good time hurting whoever has taken the liberty of coming after you. I think to say that, while we made our way here, I saw a young woman. Who is she, Lupin?" His voice was hard, yet seemingly casual as he twirled Montague's wand around with his fingers, simultaneously standing from the chair and bending in front of Remus who still sat on the ground, struggling against the ropes.
Suddenly, they disappeared, and, staring into Greyback's dark eyes he responded coldly, "I have absolutely no clue as to who you are talking about, and I don't recall seeing anyone being cornered in our forests, but if you like I can come up with images of who would think it possible to come a resurrect me from this camp." A sudden image locked inside his head and he was immediately grateful that Greyback knew nothing of Legilimens.
Greyback was about to respond to the burning reply when Remus moved suddenly. His hands took Greyback's neck, and, with strength that immediately surprised the both of them, Greyback was slung into the stone wall across from the chair Greyback had sat in so imperiously minutes ago.
