~~December 1982~~
The Goddess of Death stood in the kitchen, invisible, and watched in horror as a man 95 percent larger than the little boy she had come to love beat him to death. With her hand over her mouth to silence the sob and tears streaming down one side of her face, she shook her head no at the grim reaper who had come to collect the boy. Without collecting the now-dead boy, he would either become a ghost or be forced to live. She bent down to the boy at the same time as his maternal aunt, who was screeching that he had killed the boy and that she wasn't going to get in trouble for his violence. The Goddess of Death watched as the man struck his wife, picked up his crying son from the highchair, gave him a cookie, and walked out of the kitchen. The Goddess held her hand above the boy's heart and willed her magic to do what was not naturally intended; she willed him to live. The boy took a breath, and the maternal aunt sighed as she picked him up, put him in a cupboard under the stairs, and closed the door. The Goddess of Death and the grim reaper entered the cupboard. They immediately enlarged the inside so they could be comfortable. The grim reaper watched as the Goddess of Death did everything in her power to encourage the natural healing magic that the boy had. She just needed to keep him alive until he turned five. Then he would be immortal.
"My Queen, my Goddess, why are you trying so hard to save this boy?" The grim reaper asked.
"He is both my descendant and my brother," Hel replied as she sat back on her rump roughly, exhausted from using magic that was not natural for her. "You are hereby assigned to him; anytime he dies, you are to not take him. Furthermore, I am to be informed at once to stop him from becoming a ghost, trapping his soul in his body until he lives again." Hel stated as she swept her hand along the boy's wild black head of hair.
The grim reaper watched as the door to the cupboard opened. The maternal aunt knelt down with a bucket and cloth-unknowing that there were two immortal beings in the room with her-she undressed the boy and wiped all the blood off him. "Those freaks should not have brought you here." Petunia Dursley stated that as she cleaned the boy, she noticed his injuries slowly healing with magic. "They should have known better. Lily should have told them I hate magic and that once Vernon discovered magic was real, he hated it too. Him getting into the physical brawl at Lily and James's wedding should have told them that." Petunia put a new diaper on the boy but left him undressed, "I will never stand in Vernon's way; I won't protect you against him. You are not my son. You don't even look like my sister...had you looked like her..." she left the small cupboard closing the boy once more in the dark, taking the now blood-red pail of water with her.
"I will be sending my brother Fenrir here to scare the mortal into compliance, or I will take his soul," Hel snarled.
~TLA~
"FENRIR!" Hel called out as she entered her brother's campsite full of his pack. Usually, the pack would rally and do everything possible to stop a woman screaming their Alphas name in fury while searching for him. Still, this woman was different...and the pack knew it. So they spread away from her as she entered the pack.
Fenrir looked up from the maps scattered on the table that all the Alphas of other packs were viewing. Fenrir and the Alphas were trying to hide their packs from the Ministry of Magic. Since the fall of the Dark Lord, the Ministry was busy trying to show that they were useful; by taking down the Death Eaters and any dark creature, they could find. "Ah, fuck!" Fenrir swore as he spotted his sister on the warpath straight towards him. "Gentlemen, you are about to see something very few will ever see...me cowed. Close the sides so the rest of the pack can't see and throw up a silencing charm." He ordered the other Alphas.
The last tent panels were closed after Hel entered the tent and walked straight up to her much taller brother. She slapped him on the cheek, grabbed his ear, and yanked him down so she could look him in his eyes. Then, she started yelling, "you were supposed to watch out for him!"
"I'll go see him next month; I must protect my pack," Fenrir growled out to his big sister, intimately aware that the rest of the Alphas were watching him as he bowed down to his shorter sister.
"Fenrir, the man killed him!" Hel yelled out.
"WHAT?!" Fenrir growled and stood tall, towering over his sister in a fury. All the Alphas who were formally sniggering at his reaction took a step back and went to one knee; the power emanating from Fenrir was breathtaking, and they were having trouble breathing.
"I refused to take him...Instead, I used my power, forced his soul back into his body, and willed him to live. I willed his magic to heal him as best as I could." Hel stated as tears flowed down the living side of her face.
"Is the man dead?" Fenrir asked as he grabbed his sister, and together they sat on a two-seater couch towards the back end of the room.
"No, you know I can't take a soul unless it's next on a list...however, that doesn't mean you can't put his name on the list," Hel growled out, and Fenrir sniggered.
"FENRIR!" A woman yelled out in anger and pushed the tent flaps aside; she dodged the Alphas trying to stop her from interrupting Fenrir's meeting. "Who the fuck..." the woman started as she looked at Fenrir and the woman sitting with him but stopped when she got a good look at her.
Hel's eyebrow on her living side rose as she took in the werewolf female that interrupted. "Ah, Sheila, this is my sister Hel, Goddess of Death. Hel, this is my current mate Sheila."
"Sister?" Sheila asked; at the same time, one of the Alphas asked, "Goddess of Death?"
"Yes, Goddess of Death, daughter of Loki, Prince of Asgard, and the Jötunn Giantess Angrboda. Sister to Fenrir, Wolf of Asgard; also the son of Loki and Angrboda," Hel explained, looking at the different werewolves, all of who went to their knee, bending their heads in subjugation.
"Fenrir, I need you to take some wolves and scare the mortals into treating Harry properly. I watched as the man beat that baby to death, and I couldn't interfere until after he died." Hel stated, grabbing Fenrir's hands.
"Why don't I just kill the man? Why do I need to scare him?" Fenrir asked.
"I was going to have you kill him, add him to my list so I could drag his soul to the coldest part of Hell, but I received a message from Queen Frigga telling me the man must live for now. That we can have our revenge but later." Hel stated.
"I'll take Sheila and the Alphas and head over there now," Fenrir said, standing up.
"Queen Frigga says, you must not be seen by the magicless Seidr who lives down the road. She is a spy for the old Seidrmann. So the baby must remain in that house so Heimdall can keep an eye out for him. If the Seidrmann moves him, Heimdall won't be able to watch him." Hel said, standing up and moving over to her brother, who was looking at a list of werewolves.
"I wish we could station a wolf there to constantly remind the man to keep his ugly mitts to himself," Fenrir moaned. "But I just can't spare anyone." Hel raised her eyebrow, looking at her brother, then opened one of her portals to the underworld; she vanished.
~TLA~
Fenrir, Sheila, and five of his Alpha's entered the far end of Privet Drive before disillusioning themselves. Fenrir started towards the 4 Privet Drive where he last saw his baby brother. The mortal muggle would rue the day he laid his hands on the son of Loki. Standing in front of the house, Fenrir whispered, sending three of his Alphas to the backyard to enter from that door. Fenrir, Sheila, and two of his Alphas came through the front door. Sheila used her enhanced werewolf nose and searched for the boy her mate wanted her to protect.
The two Fenrir was searching for were relaxing in the living room, watching TV for the night. Their son was upstairs in his crib. Fenrir knew two of his men were stationed at the French doors that led from the living room to the kitchen; two of his men were stationed at the French doors that led from the living room to the hallway. One Alpha was to be in the kitchen, waiting for Sheila to heal any injury the baby sustained. Still, invisible Fenrir walked over to the TV and unplugged it.
"What the ruddy hell!" The whale on the couch complained as he clicked on the remote controller several times. Hefting himself up, Vernon Dursley walked over to the TV and noticed it was unplugged. "THAT BLOODY FREAK UNPLUGGED THE TV!" He yelled, turning to his wife to see her eyes were not on him but on something behind him. He turned and looked, and the curtains were closing by themselves. Puffing himself up, he started for the door to the hallway only to stop short as two men appeared standing in front of the doors with their arms crossed over their chests, feet spread wide. Vernon looked towards the doors to the kitchen, and two more men appeared standing the same way. Petunia turned, looked behind her, stood up, and moved towards the wall away from Vernon.
Vernon opened his mouth only to be cut off by a whisper in his ear. "I wouldn't if I were you," Fenrir said from behind the man. He looked at the woman and yelled, "SIT DOWN! You mewling quim." He said in disgust. Petunia moved away from the wall and sat back down on the couch. "Sit down." He growled to Vernon, who quickly got pissed off that his house was being invaded by freaks.
"Now, see, here!" Vernon started pointing at Fenrir only to start screaming bloody murder as Fenrir took hold of Vernon's elbow and wrist and broke his arm in the middle of his forearm. Two broken bones could be seen poking out of the skin.
"That's for hurting my little brother," Fenrir said, pushing Vernon, who fell on his ass with a loud thump; Vernon back away from the dark-haired behemoth that had invaded his house until his back hit the couch.
"Brother?" Petunia whispered, looking at the man in front of them.
"Yes, Harry James Potter is my little brother," Fenrir said, looking at the man panting in pain on the floor in front of him. Unfortunately, he missed his Alphas, exchanging a look between the four of them.
"You may take him; we don't want him in our house." Petunia stated bravely.
"Oh no... you see, the old wizard would know if Harry was missing. He would tear the world apart looking for his little weapon." Fenrir growled at Petunia. "Sheila, Marcus, bring Harry in here!" Fenrir yelled.
~TLA~
"Remus Lupin?" Hel asked a man who stood in line at a soup kitchen in middle-of-no-where London.
"Yes?" Remus turned around to look at the tiny woman next to him. His eyes went wide in shock. "Can I help you, Goddess of Death?" Remus whispered so the muggles next to him wouldn't notice.
"Yes, you can come with me," Hel replied as she started walking towards the door.
"If it's my time, then I am ready, great lady," Remus replied and smiled at Hel's giggle.
They walked down the block and entered an empty alleyway. "Mr. Lupin, it is not your time, but I did recently stop the death of someone dear to you," Hel stated.
"Who?" Remus asked, afraid of the answer. He could only think of two people alive now that he felt were dear to him.
"Harry..." Hel started but was interrupted by a keening noise, and Remus collapsed to the ground. "I was able to save him," Hel said gently as she rubbed Remus's back. "But now, I need your help."
Sniffling, Remus asked, "How can I help? I'm an out-of-work werewolf. I asked Professor Dumbledore if I could somehow be a part of Harry's life, and he said no. Instead, he threatened to send the Ministry if I stepped one toe near Harry. To put me down like a wild dog."
"I know. I suspect that Dumbledore is just as insane as Cadmus's heir." Hel replied, looking off. "I just can't prove it; he never gets his own hands dirty."
"How can I help my lady?" Remus replied.
"I need you to do three things. One, I need you to watch my memories, so you know how bad it is. Two, I need you to put aside your hatred for my brother, and three...I need you to get along and work with my brother to protect Harry."
Remus's eyebrow raised, "I can do that, but who is your brother?"
