A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! I hope you all haven't lost your patience with me. Today, this story gets updated! Time for some flashbacks. By the way, the song Stay this Way from From Ashes to New fits Izaya in this fanfic so well; how he reprimands the wizards and owns them. :D

"It's my life, it's my fate, it doesn't matter what you say, cos it never was your place, it's never gonna change no matter what you say, I will stay this way." -Lyrics to Stay this way

Also I'm a sucker for werewolf Harry or Fenrir/Harry fanfics, particularly ones with older harry being Fenrir's mate or Fenrir murdering the Dursleys to protect Harry. Any recommendations for Good Farry/Harir fics would be appreciated, I'm always up for a good Fenrir story. The guy deserved more closure.

Chapter 36 Negotiations and old friends appear

Izaya smashed the table with his fists as Sirius had left with Remus in his arms, saying something about how foolish he was to think the werewolf would be to change his mind about the whole Boy-who-Lived rubbish.

"Hey, flea, you all right?" Shizuo asked, staring at how angry the informant seemed to be, the way his crimson irises were burning with rage and his fists were tightening so hard, his knuckles were white. He'd never seen Izaya this angry before. Izaya was terrifying when he was this mad.

"No," He hissed, "Fuck those wizards. They spend years, nine freaking years-" He picked up a book and flung it across the room, "Fighting their own, pathetic, childish war against a psychopath, then they entrust it to a lone child who's never known love or hope his whole life and expect him to turn out stable? Not only that, they believe I'd honestly come back to them on my hands and knees?"

Shizuo shook his head. "Calm down, Izaya. We'll kill them if need be. You have the Awakusu-kai after all."

"What good will Shiki-san and his men do against men with wands who can control your very mind, Shizu-chan? IF anything, Saika-chan and her army and Celty will have to fight alongside me. I'll need everyone's help..." He muttered, "The Dollars...the Blue Squares...the Yellow Scarves. I need everyone, not just you, Shizu-chan. This is war against an archaic, outdated society that knows nothing of us Muggles."

"Heh, I think I'll send this Volde- fellow a welcome notice. The next one who comes in will be a dead man." He said, cracking his knuckles.

"I wonder how Bellatrix will react to me being insane?" Izaya remarked, "Perhaps I should make an alliance with her, too. Though it will be difficult to get her to turn against her master."

"Who the hell is that?" Shizuo asked, cleaning up Izaya's mess.

"...Voldemort's insane devotee. Her specialty is torturing people. If I can get her to join my side, I'll be unbeatable. Plus, Fenrir-san offered to meet me today and discuss negotiations. With some werewolves, I'll be powerful. There's something I'm missing!" He slammed the table again.

"What is it?" Shizuo asked.

"Dumbassdore. As long as he lives, Voldemort can't do anything against me. But if either of them get hold of me, I'm fucked. I'll have to seal his demise some other way. Perhaps he's living off borrowed time. Like maybe he's like Celty-existing off objects, keeping his soul alive. If I can just destroy him-"

Shizuo put his arms on his shoulders.

"Izaya, relax! We will win! We'll beat these assholes! I'm the only one who gets to kill you, dammit!" He said, "Where's the confident, strong Izaya I know who can beat anyone who tries to oppose him?"

Izaya smiled. "You're right, Shizu-chan. Forgive me, I'm thinking too much. I can't win this war if I'm too stressed to think straight. Oh, and we've got company." He said before pointing to the door where a certain blond was leaning against the doorway, smirking.

"Izaya Orihara, pleasure seeing you again," Fenrir said coolly, "These Muggle ways of transportation are quite cumbersome. Idiotic humans wouldn't stop staring at me." He said.

"Welcome, Fenrir-san. This is my rival, Shizu-chan. He's blessed with enormous strength for a human." Izaya said.

Shizuo just nodded his head. This guy...he didn't trust him.

Fenrir sniffed the air. "You...you're impressive, for a human. Perhaps you'd make an ideal werewolf. Yes, an excellent werewolf."

"Me?" Shizuo asked cluelessly. "Werewolves are real?"

"Of course!" Fenrir said with a bark of laughter, "Did you not just visit with that traitor Remus just now?"

"Yeah," Shizuo muttered, "I broke most of his bones."

Fenrir looked extremely amused upon hearing this. "Ha! I've been meaning to teach that guy a few lessons myself. He's a traitor to our kind. Potter, or Orihara here, would make a nice werewolf. He has the right combination of stamina, cunning, and inhuman sadism. Things I like." He said, smirking at the informant, who smirked back.

"Do please sit down," Izaya said. "Is that blood on your face?"

"Yes, I killed several deer and a few people today. Converted a few, too. Look promising enough. They aren't promising enough; I kill 'em." He said.

"That's interesting." Shizuo said, stepping back from the blond, who kept eying him.

"He'd make an excellent werewolf, I tell you." He said, "So what are your plans?"

"Plans?" Izaya said, "I'm going to pit Dumbledore and Voldemort against each other indirectly, then swoop in and kill both of them-with muggle gangs, weapons and Shizu-chan's help. As well as your assistance. I'm aware that you despise both of them terribly. Mind telling me why?"

Fenrir looked surprised that a human would actually ask him that. "Well, Dumbledore doesn't care about the status of us werewolves, he never helped us. Voldemort helps us a little bit, but if any of us defied him, he wouldn't hesitate to kill us. I've got me a wife and cubs back home. So of course, I'm only obeying him because he's promised us good things. But I doubt he'll actually carry through with it. You, on the other hand, are the most interesting human out of a race of stupid people. What made you turn against them?"

"Being betrayed and awakening to the truth of this world. Some days, you have to start a war and some lives must be lost. The right amount of fire has to be thrown in in order to stir up a conflict." He whispered.

Fenrir licked his lips. "Interesting. So say I negotiate with you and back you up. Can I convert any of the wizards?"

"Feel free to do what you like to them. Kill them, maim them, I don't care. But don't kill any of my humans. Well, feel free to convert any you like," He said, "Unless it's Shizu-chan, my family, or Masaomi-kun or Mikado-kun. Those humans do not need to be converted. Actually, I can think of someone you can convert."

"Who?"

"How about one Ron Weasley? He's an utter coward and a piece of shit. Or you can kill him. Also, there is one I despise most. He's aware of my true identity, so it's about time he dies."

"I see," Fenrir said, "I see, I'll send one of my pack to do the job. This is only a truce and I'm only sticking with it because you're utterly fascinating and insane."

"Exactly, having fun while shedding blood is the best part." Izaya said, smirking.

"I hate those Weasleys, but Dumbledore is the worst." Fenrir said, sniffing. "If I were him, I'd be trembling in fear. Deal?"

Izaya nodded and they shook hands and paid each other.

As the werewolf left, Shizuo looked at Izaya.

"Do you trust that guy?"

"Of course not. But he's true to his word. As long as I don't say anything against his pack, he won't hurt you. How would you like being a furry wolf, Shizu-chan?"

The fist to his face told him his answer.

"I figured."

"Who's this Nakura person?" Shizuo asked.

"Ah, this is a tale told a long time ago. When I was in high school, I was bribing this guy named Nakura, and he stabbed Shinra, because he knew my true identity and was angry with me."

"Shinra!" Izaya cried, staring at his unconscious friend.

"Orihara, I hate you!" Nakura screamed. "I hate what you've done!"

"Why, what are you talking about?" Izaya said, tilting his head, smiling dangerously.

"I know who you really are! You're H-Harry Potter, right? That coward who deserted us in our time of need? I want to kill you for betraying us, you scum!"

Nakura didn't expect Izaya to slash his arm with his switchblade. "Don't ever say that name in my presence. The person who took your society's bullshit is fucking dead. If you EVER say a word to anyone about my true identity, you're dead, got it?" He hissed, fury burning in his red irises.

Nakura shook like the coward he was. "But, Potter, see reason here."

Izaya punched him in the gut. "What did I say?"

"To be a coward?" Nakura said, chuckling.

The answer was another punch.

"Tell you what. You're gonna be my lackey until I say otherwise. You say a word otherwise, you'll have your tongue and your eyes gouged out." He pointed his blade right at the other's eyeballs.

"Right!" He screamed.

Nakura looked up upon seeing a woman; a very attractive woman with dark hair, coming his way.

"Hey, handsome, would you like to have dinner with me?" She said, lowering her shirt a little.

Nakura's eyes widened. "Sure!"

As they lay on his bed together, he rolled over to her. "So, what do you like most to do in bed with a partner?"

"My, I don't know, I'm just overwhelmed by how handsome you are, your scent, your smell, your sexy face. Why, I could just let you ravish me." She said, cuddling close to him.

"I...I-" He said.

"Shhhh...let me entertain you, love. I'm going to enjoy...dining on you!" She hissed, sinking her fangs into his shoulder.

He screamed, but he barely had any time to react upon seeing gray fur grow on her arms and legs until a snarling she-wolf was in front of him.

"Time to eat!" She said in delight as she lunged for the kill.

It wasn't until many weeks later that they found the remains of what was left of Nakura.

He was badly decomposed, and only his face was free of any blood or bite marks. He had been severely bitten and eaten at. It was as though he had been eaten by a shark.

"Was this the work of Hollywood?" People whispered.

The she-wolf entered her den, nuzzling up against her mate, Fenrir.

"I did as you asked, love." She said, snuggling up against him.

Fenrir kissed her. "It was a favor for an ally of mine. The most interesting human I've ever run into."

"Oh, really? Humans are just prey."

"This one's entertaining, love. Trust me." He said with a smirk.