Summary: Framed for murder, Harry finds himself sentenced to Azkaban, as the wizarding world believes themselves rid of Voldemort forever. Only Harry knows the truth, but no one will believe him. Betrayed by friends, Harry finds out his true heritage, and disappears upon his release. After restarting his life in a completely new setting, he finds out that his past has no intention of leaving him alone.

Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know it by now… None of the characters you recognise are mine. Simple as that.

Chapter 10: To Repay

Wolf stared coldly at the elderly wizard who stood in front of him. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but Wolf gave him no chance.

"Don't try it, old man," he spat, staring his former mentor coldly in the eye. "I will hear none of it. Do not try me with pathetic excuses. Your words mean nothing. Your actions spoke for themselves. You have blood on your hands, Dumbledore. Blood that might as well have been mine. Blood of one who could be considered my kin. Those who harm my kin never leave unscathed. What is there to stop me from seeking justice?" He asked, anger boiling inside of him. His fingers itched to reach for his katana, but he stopped himself. He would wait, if only for old time's sake.

"About Harry-" began Albus, attempting to steer the conversation in a completely different direction, before he was cut off.

"Ah yes," sneered Wolf. "Your precious Harry. I did manage to speak to him," he smiled mirthlessly, as he saw a spark of hope leap into the old man's eyes. "I even showed him your gracious letter." He stepped forward. "And you know what he said when he finished reading it?" He leaned forward so that his mouth was right beside Albus' ear. He let his eyes travel, then rest on Ron, who glanced up and found himself trapped in a gaze of ice. "Bullshit," he hissed, loud enough for the others to hear him. He smirked at the cringe that swept through the small crowd. Stepping back he looked into Albus' sorrowful eyes.

"Of course, you'll never find him. He'll come out if he wants to, but I highly doubt it." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Give up, Dumbledore, before you cause anymore harm." He stepped back and turned. He had only taken a few steps, when he heard someone run up behind him. He stopped as loud footsteps halted just behind him. There was a bit of fumbling, and then he felt a thing piece of wood press against his temple.

"Turn, hellhound, turn" Wolf murmured softly to himself, quoting the famous lines from Macbeth by William Shakespeare. Fitting? Perhaps. He turned slowly, unsurprised to see Ron standing there, glaring at him in fury.

"How dare you! You can't go around speaking like that! Someone like you speaking like that to Albus Dumbledore? Who do you think you are?" He yelled out, hand shaking slightly as he tried to keep his wand training steadily at Harry's head.

"Mr Weasley-" Began Albus, before Wolf cut him off, once again.

"No, Dumbledore, let him continue. I would be glad to hear what he has to say," said Wolf sardonically, silver-flecked eyes never leaving Ron's. His voice was low, the words murmured softly, but the hard tone never leaving.

Ron hesitated, but his Gryffindor courage caught up with him, and he ploughed on ahead. "You have no right to insult people who are above you!" He swelled up his chest in an attempt to appear more intimidating. "You should be glad that he's even giving you a chance to speak with him! You, attempting to be all 'high and mighty'" he said disdainfully, looking Wolf up and down as if sizing him up. "You wouldn't last a second against an opponent! I'm surprised that she" he shot his gaze towards Naomi who was watching impassively, albeit a slight bit angrily, "stays with you. Lord knows what you have to do to keep her in your bed. Although, I guess if she's a who-" Ron found himself silenced, as the cool edge of a blade pressed against his vulnerable neck, as Wolf glared at him, lips drawn back slightly in anger.

"Finish that sentence, and I will finish your life," he said coldly. "Insult Naomi, and you insult me. And insulting me is not a good idea," he smirked at Ron's audible gulp. Slowly, he stepped forward, letting the blade slide warningly across the redhead's skin. "Ronald Weasley," he said softly, mockingly. "Always the jealous one, weren't you?" he pressed the blade slightly, cutting off anything Ron was about to say in his defence. "Now, now," he tutted, circling slowly, his eyes never leaving the tall man. "surely you can hear me out? All it takes is a bit of patience," he leaned closer. "Of course, you were never really one for that sort of thing, were you? Always jumping into fights, into situations that you could not handle… Oh yes," he smirked at Ron's startled look. "I know much about you. I know how you accused your dear friend Mr Potter of putting his own name in the Goblet of Fire in your fourth year… Betraying his trust so easily. Could you not trust him? You were one of his first true friends, you know. He'd never really had any before. And so easily… so easily you turned your back on him. Then, when you turned back with pathetic apologies, he welcomed you back with wide open arms, never blaming you like you did him.

"And two years later you make the exact same mistake… Oh so blindly. But this time, it was much worse. Yes, accusations of murder. Did you truly think him capable of such tragic feats? Such terrible accusations against your best friend. But of course, once Voldemort was gone, perhaps you could step up, take the glory that Potter always had, unwanted or not. It was an ideal opportunity, was it not? Couldn't let it pass… Even if it meant possibly the life of another. Such avarice is most unbecoming of one so humble as you…" His voice was hypnotic. Ron found himself falling into a sort of trance, unable to truly control his actions, though he only nodded to what was true, which was – unfortunately for him – everything. He could hear the murmuring of the others; some shocked, some accusatory, some sympathetic – to both him and Harry.

As Wolf stopped speaking, Ron found himself reviving from the trance-like state he had just been in. He found himself unwisely opening his mouth to speak.

"How dare yo-" it seemed that Wolf enjoyed cutting people off.

"Oh, I dare, Weasley. The question is," he let the pressure against Ron's neck lessen slightly. "Do you?" He grinned mirthlessly, baring his teeth, taking away any sense of lightness that might have been present.

He stepped back, and inspected his work. Ron was shaking slightly, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his face and neck. Ron raised his eyes, and glared at his opponent. He raised his wand.

"Stupefy!" He shouted, watching smugly as the red light shot towards the silver-haired man. Yet just as it seemed that Wolf would be hit, he vanished. Ron blinked in confusion, staring at the spot where Wolf had once stood. "Wha-" he started, brows furrowed in confusion. He froze as he felt a smaller blade push against his spine. It did not cut in, but it pressed painfully.

"Is that what you want?" asked a cold voice beside his ear. He jumped, trying not to aggravate the situation too much. "A duel?" continued the icy vocals. "By all means," the pressure was released, and Ron's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'm all for it," he glanced up as Wolf reappeared in front of him, watching him intently. He saw the man's lip twitch, the mocking gaze infuriating him.

"Yeah," he said, sticking up his chin rebelliously. "I will duel you, you good-for-nothing low-life!" He spat, his anger getting the better of him. How dare this man come waltzing into his life, and accuse him in front of everyone of all those deeds? He would show him! He would show everyone! No one messed with Ronald Weasley and got away with it!

Wolf held only his sword, as he sheathed his dagger. He could tell by Ron's posture that he was going to act recklessly. He hadn't even taken up a proper battle stance. He shook his head mentally, then let his sword drop to his side, tilting his head mockingly. Then, to add insult upon insult, he turned slowly, so that his back was towards Ron, and he was facing Naomi. He saw her smirk, and knew that Ron's face was priceless. He would have turned around, but he didn't want to ruin his act.

"Perhaps you should cover Angel's eyes…" He suggested. "You know that she doesn't always like watching poor innocent souls getting beaten up," he said, not bothering to turn around, as he sensed Ron's anger flare. He smirked slightly, then erected an invisible shield around himself and Ron. Nothing would be able to enter, and nothing would be able to leave.

The redhead pointed his wand straight at Harry's heart. "Reducto!" He yelled, only to find himself pointing at nothing. There was a blur to his left, and with a solid crack, he felt something solid collide with his midsection. Gasping in pain, he hunched to his left, holding his ribs. Somewhere behind him, he could hear fearful and angered voices crying out, but he couldn't tell who was yelling. Only when he stopped to breathe did he figure out that he was one of them.

Wolf smirked in satisfaction. He'd broken at least two of Ron's ribs. "Oh dear," he said softly, his voice carrying his mocking tone. "Did that hurt? Come now, I hit you with the flat of the blade… The edge of it would have been much worse, I assure you."

"E-expelliarmus!" said Ron feebly, as he attempted to breathe and hex at the same time. Another blur, and two more cracks, and he felt his arm bones shatter. With a loud scream of pain, he dropped his wand.

"Now, now, musn't be hasty. A blade through the arm would be much more painful. I did do my best to reduce the pain. After all, I wasn't sure how well you would be able to handle it… I suppose I was correct in guessing 'not very well'". Wolf's voice seemed to hiss into Ron's ear, mocking him with that galling sarcastic tone. If only he could…

Smack! His left arm was burning. His attempt to pick up his wand with his other hand and hex the man was shattered – quite literally. He'd never truly used his wand in his left hand, but it couldn't have hurt to try – except that it did. Blood ran down his arm, and he was grateful that the sword wasn't double-edged. Still, it did nothing to quell the fiery pain that shot through both of his arms. He sobbed in pain, his breath coming in ragged pants as pain shot through his ribs. He glanced up at his opponent, to see the man watching him with that same mocking smile.

"Tell me," said Wolf softly, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt like being betrayed by those closest to you does? Can you compare those pains? Is it worth it, for all the gold that you were given, bribed?" He stared disdainfully. "What you feel is but a fraction of the pain that you have caused." He glanced at his blade, where a few drops of blood marred the perfect beauty of the weapon. Raising it up to his lips, he gently licked up the red lifeblood, leaving the blade shimmering, unblemished. "I could, of course, fix that," he walked up to Ron, who was still whimpering in pain. He glanced up at the Order, who were all staring at him in shock and anger, with flickers of fear. If he could do that to Ron, a top Auror…

He raised his sword, placing the blade at Ron's neck, and stared Dumbledore in the eye. I could do it, old man. Do not underestimate me. He could not project the words across the shield, but his eyes told Albus everything he needed to know. Wolf was capable and willing to kill.

Raising his arm for the killing blow, he heard screams of fear coming from many of the Order Members. He stared at them coldly, his blade flashing in the moonlight's cold glow. Swinging his arm down, the blade arced smoothly, leaving no doubt in their minds. Ronald Weasley was about to die.

A body through itself at the shield, only to be sent flying back, knocked unconscious, slamming into a few bodies on the way.

Wolf let his lip curl slightly in disgust. A quick flip of his wrist changed the intent of the blade completely. Instead of hitting with the blade, the end of the hilt of his katana slammed into Ron's head, knocking him unconscious immediately. He stared impassively, then stepped over the immobile body. Walking with deliberate slowness, he approached Dumbledore, who was watching him with shocked and almost fearful eyes. He stopped, and watched calmly as Hermione sobbed into her hands, while the others tried to wake Mrs Weasley, who had tried to break through the shield. With a simple thought, he dispersed said shield.

"I would not dirty my blade with such foul lifesource," he sneered, and turned away. "You are not welcome here, Dumbledore. It would be wise of you to leave, and never come back. I give you this," he gestured towards Ron's unconscious body, "as a warning and a gift. Death would have suited this coward better,"

People had already converged around the redhead's body, trying desperately to heal him, frantically babbling about needing Madame Pomfrey's aide.

Yet despite all he had done did not seem to be enough in terms of warning. Before he had taken more than two steps, another voice stopped him, this time belonging to a certain female he had absolutely no wish to confront. And yet, it seemed that it was inevitable.

"You are the coward, not him!" shrieked a shrill voice, though it didn't seem to lose the 'know-it-all' condescending tone. Wolf did not turn. He didn't need to turn to identify the speaker, Hermione. "How could you attack him like that? He did nothing! You're bloody pathetic, that's what! Attacking others just because they make rightful accusations!" Hermione glared at him. That is what happened, right? Ron had defended Dumbledore, obviously taking his job seriously. Then this – this stranger had taken advantage of Ron's weakened state – obviously inhibited by his anger, and had proceeded by attacking ruthlessly, while Ron shot harmless spells. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man! "He shot a few harmless spells! That's it! Then you go and purposely harm him, and nearly kill him!" Her voice was rising with every word, and Wolf had to force himself not to cover his sensitive ears with his hands.

Dumbledore did not seem inclined to stop the raving woman. Obviously he felt that Hermione would be safe from him. Still, he did not turn, having no wish to see the girl he had once called a friend. Having to deal with Ron was bad enough.

"What, not turning around? Not courageous enough to face a mere woman? I'm not going to break under your 'almighty' power, you know," she spat, eyes blazing as she approached him. "Not so tough now, are we?" her eyes strayed slightly, and landed on Naomi, who was glaring daggers at her, then to Angel, who was staring at her with those innocently accusing eyes. She pushed away the guilt that tugged at her, as she opened her mouth to speak those condemning words. "Such weak men shouldn't be allowed to have children. They may be contaminated by the filth from their parents. I'm sure the ministry would love to hear about what a terrible father you are. I could get your child taken away, so that you'd never see her again. She'd be glad, I'm sure. Perhaps an orphanage would be good enough for her, perhaps she-"

At this point, Wolf felt his parental instincts flare into being once again. This woman was threatening him. She was threatening to take away his child. He would never allow that.

He swung his body around, left arm snapping out. With a resounding crack, backhanded her, his hand colliding painfully with her cheek. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the ground, crying out in pain. She clutched her cheek, now with the imprint of his hand. Her jaw was in pain, and was most likely dislocated, but that seemed like the least of his worries. He was approaching her, and she was… well, helpless.

Wolf growled slightly. Insults and threats to himself, he could take easily, but threats to Naomi or Angel would never go unpunished.

His eyes glinted dangerously as he approached her, warning the others away with a sharp glance. He stopped just before her, staring down at her coldly. She clutched her cheek in pain as she stared up at him fearfully.

"I do not make it a habit of hitting women, but then," he stared at her mockingly, "you are not a 'mere woman' are you?" He used her words against her. His expression hardened, eyes narrowing slightly. "Never", he hissed, "threaten my child. I will not involve yours, but in return, you must not involve mine," he stated icily, staring at her with an accusatory glance. She flinched and looked away guiltily. When she dared look up, he was already striding away.

She was eventually helped up by Dumbledore, who was staring after Wolf, a slight frown upon his normally joyful face, normally twinkling eyes taking on a calculating look. Something would indeed have to be done.

"Dumbledore confronted Wolf, my Lord," the cold voice spoke smugly, the figure kneeling on one knee as it spoke, bone white mask hiding the face from view. "It did not go as he planned. I do believe that Dumbledore has made himself another enemy." Coal black eyes glittered, as they stared at the feet of his Lord.

"Isss that sssso," hissed the voice musingly, unconsciously hissing his 's'' longer than usual, as he always did when he was pleased with something. "Tell me more," he commanded, leaning back in his large throne-like chair. This would prove to be invaluable information. A small smile flitted across his face, but instead of lessening the maliciousness, it increased it ten-fold.

Author's Note: Well, typed it up pretty much in two evenings o.O; but took forever to actually get started… Wasn't sure how to do it. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Was quite a bit of fun typing it, I must say I know, nothing really against Dumbledore, but I wanted to focus more on Ron, since Ron was Harry's best friend.

I also updated chapter one, just at the end. Might be good to read it, it's not much, just a little bit, but I think it adds a bit… Especially for the future chapters.

Just for some random information…I FINALLY got Eldest from the library! And maaaaan, the ending… rawwwr… -sigh- so sad…. –shakes head- Really got me waiting for the next one!

A few notes… some responses to reviews… Yes, I know, pole-dancing… It IS random, but I've researched, and it's not just what you see in strip-clubs(and Wolf's club isn't a strip club J ) it requires much effort and muscles. It also helps him with his weapon training, etc. Yes, he DOES wear clothes.

Also, yes, Tonks was rather OOC, but I needed some characters to play certain roles, and, well, I rather liked Tonks xD. So, you get an OOC Tonks! Congratulations!

No, I did not watch the credits for HP4… why? What did I miss? .