Set during Chapter Six: Double Trouble of Dark Tranquility
The first of September always made Fenrir excited. The start of school meant that he had his pick of whatever child he could get his hands on, but he had to resist. He had a different mission.
Leaning in a shady alley near The Leaky Cauldron, Fenrir waited. He was used to waiting, and he enjoyed lurking in the shadows for his prey. It was unfortunate that he would have to satiate his needs another time. This trip out to London was for another reason, and he kept his eyes trained on the pub's door.
It took some time, but the door opened, and his quarry finally stepped out onto the street. The dark-haired girl was out of the pub first, tugging along a shorter, unfamiliar girl. It took Fenrir a moment, feeling as though his eyes were deceiving him – she didn't look right.
He took a deep breath, trying to process all of the smells surrounding him. It took him a moment to work past the acrid scent of gasoline and rubbish. He could pick up heavy perfumes that made his nose twitch, and the thick musk of colognes, but he was looking for one specific scent in the air. Cinnamon.
Fenrir's lips twisted into a smile. That was an unexpected surprise. The littlest Lupin looked like her father, and his growl rolled up his from his chest in a pleased purr. It was jarring for him to see, but it left him delighted. Years of seeing the young one look like her unintended biological donor had left him annoyed. This was an enjoyable situation for him to come across.
His very first Pup had a pup of his own, but this one Fenrir wasn't letting get away. Not easily. Especially not after they had become friends over the years. He had been disappointed when he visited her, bothered that she didn't remember him other than as a vague shadow of memory. Some day he would fix that.
The youngest Lupin always reminded him of a rabbit, and as he trailed behind the girls towards King's Cross, it was much more pronounced. She was quick, acting on instincts. Though several inches shorter than her friend, she kept up easily as they ran through the crowded sidewalks. If she found an issue, she reacted quickly, darting under arms and dodging handbags. There was a brief moment where she hesitated as they ran, almost as if she was aware of his presence, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
He had been a witness on several occasions to how quick her personality could change if she felt threatened. It didn't happen often, but when it did, she was fierce. He had been on the wrong side of her temper several times, and rather than infuriating him, it amused him. For such a small little thing, she could fight.
Those particular moments only happened when he convinced her not to take the potions at the hovel. He always enjoyed the days when she wouldn't take the brew they forced down all of the children's throats. It often took convincing on his part, but she was all the better for it. Not only did she not stink of potions, but she wasn't subdued. He barely even had to coax any form of aggression out of her – it was already there.
He had never liked the idea of her staying in the hovel for so long, but it made things a little easier. Fenrir was able to help to keep her wild, pulling her strength out from behind her deceptively quiet demeanor. She had everyone else fooled, but Fenrir knew the truth. At least now she was free again – just like she should be. Just like a rabbit.
Fenrir couldn't stop his chuckle as he followed the girls, never quite letting them out of his sight. Rabbit – that's what he would call her. She was a young pup still, but she would always be his Rabbit. It suited her.
It always amused him to see how similar she was to his Pup, but now she looked like him as well. She was a smaller, much prettier version of his Pup, and he couldn't wait to have her as his own. He never liked Jude, but he had given him a gift that he was more than happy to take even if it meant waiting. Rabbit would be an excellent replacement for his Pup. When the time came, she would fit easily into the folds of his pack. While Fenrir never understood the exact specifics, a deal was a deal, and he was counting down the days.
A flash of gold around Rabbit's wrist caught his eye. The gold bracelet around her wrist shone brightly in the sunlight as if calling to him. He had noticed it when he paid her a visit in April but thought nothing of it. Now it seemed like a good idea to take it from her. She wouldn't know that he had it in his possession, but eventually, she would.
He slowly pulled his wand out, careful to keep it concealed. The closer they got to King's Cross, the easier it would be to take, but he couldn't act too quickly. When he was sure no one would notice, he struck. It took one quick swish of his wand, and the bracelet fell off Rabbit's wrist. With another quick swish and a muttered Accio, he had his prize in hand. He would be holding onto it as a token for his time. Perhaps she could get it back later on.
Fenrir slowly backed off, tucking the bracelet and his wand in his pocket. He would have to pay Rabbit another visit. She would remember him again in time. She always did.