AN: There be violence below.


~~ December 1982~~

"Now that Harry is safe and out of the way, I and my Alpha's are going to make something obvious to you," Fenrir said as he paced in the living room of number 4 Privet Drive with the curtains closed and Muggle-Notice-Me-Not spell up and working. Vernon sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, holding his arm close to his chest.

"Get out of my house and take the little FREAK with you!" Vernon growled at the werewolf.

Fenrir stopped pacing and slammed his fist into the side of Vernon's face, "Rule number 1: You will stop using the term freak. What is rule number 1?"

"FUCK YOU, FREAK!" Vernon swore at Fenrir.

Fenrir waved his hand to the different Alphas, who each came up to him one at a time to punch or kick him before returning to their previous place, "what is rule number 1?"

"I don't know. I wasn't listening," Vernon said, wheezing.

"Rule number 1: You will stop using the term freak. Rule number 2: You do not hit/kick/physically injury babies or children," Fenrir said as he sat down on the footstool and leaned over Vernon. "What is rule number 1 and 2?"

"No more freak and no hitting the brat," Vernon said.

Fenrir punched Vernon in the nose, "What did you do wrong?"

"Called the boy, brat," Vernon said, trying to move away from Fenrir.

"Correct," Fenrir said as he looked at his fingernails, ignoring Vernon's struggles. "Rule number 3: The boy," Fenrir growled that word that Vernon had used, not liking it, "Rule number 3: Harry is the son of a Norse god, he is the sibling of the Goddess of Death, he is the sibling of the God of Wolves and the Hunt. He is the sibling of the God of Snakes and Snake-like Creatures. You will give him the RESPECT he is due as a demi-god!" Fenrir said, yelling the last part. Fenrir sighed and stood up, "I don't believe you are intelligent enough to remember more than three rules. Technically the last rule should cover everything, so if you forget any of the rules, that is the one you should NOT forget. What are the three rules involving Harry?"

Vernon coughed and gave a very wheezy sigh, "Don't call Harry freak...or any other names...don't physically hurt the child..." Vernon coughed and wheezed again, "treat him with respect," Vernon finished wheezing.

Fenrir moved away from Vernon, went to the curtains, and peeked out. "Ailbert, go outside and place a Muggle-Notice-Me-Not on the car's front passenger seat in the driveway. Make sure it disappears within ten minutes."

"Yes, sir," the werewolf standing furthest from the door front door said, and he slipped out through the French door to the kitchen.

"Tremain and Kamden, take this piece of trash and help him to the car," Fenrir said with a tired sigh, "no, wait," Fenrir turned and walked over to where two of his Alpha's were holding Vernon up. Fenrir grabbed his face, so Vernon looked into Fenrir's eyes, "you will tell anyone who asked that you were mugged outside your office in downtown London." Vernon's eyes went wide, but he didn't say anything. "Oh yes, I know where you work, I know about the office slut you are fucking, I know where your sister lives and her dogs, so don't think you can run very far to hide from me. Go ahead and take him out to the car."

Fenrir sighed again before turning to the last Alpha in the room, "Ric, my old friend, am I doing the right thing leaving my infant brother in this house?"

"I don't know, Alpha...why are you leaving him here?" Ric asked as he waved his wand, cleaning the blood and piss off the carpet where Vernon had been lying.

"The Goddess Frigga commanded it," Fenrir stated tiredly.

"If the Goddess of Seers commands it, there must be a reason," Ric responded.

"Go get the bitch so I can speak to her, and she can take her husband to the hospital," Fenrir said as he sat down on the couch.

"You wished to speak to me?" Petunia snapped impatiently.

"Yes, I have several rules for you; sit down," Fenrir growled at the disrespectful woman as she sat down in a chair as far away from the werewolf as she could. "Rule number 1: You will stop using the term freak. Rule number 2: You do not hit/kick/physically injure babies or children." Fenrir said, repeating the rules for Petunia before she interrupted him.

"I would never!" Petunia yelled indignantly.

Fenrir looked at her like he didn't believe her, "Rule number 3: Harry is the son of a Norse god, he is the sibling of the Goddess of Death, he is the sibling of the God of Wolves and the Hunt. He is the sibling of the God of Snakes and Snake-like Creatures. You will give him the respect he is due as a demi-god!"

Petunia snorted with derision, and Fenrir raised his left eyebrow as he waited, "the little freak is not the son of a god!" Petunia sneered, "I don't know who you think..."

Fenrir was out of his seat and had his large hand around Petunia's throat. He slammed her body up against the closed French doors to the hallway, shifting just his face into the werewolf's face; he roared at her. Morgan, Sheila, and Remus stood on the other side of the doors. Remus's eyes were wide in fear of the werewolf. "What are the three rules!" Fenrir screamed at Petunia, his voice a growl due to the wolf's vocal cords.

"Respect, no physical harm, no name-calling," Petunia choked out.

Fenrir growled, dropping her. "Remus will be living here to ensure you and your husband behave. He will do his own thing. You will take care of that little boy when he is not in the house. You will make sure your husband behaves himself. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Fenrir yelled, getting into Petunia's face.

"Yes, yes!" Petunia said, crying, "we will take care of the boy properly."

"He is your sister's son, not the boy!" Fenrir yelled. "Not the freak! He is YOUR nephew! YOUR blood! YOUR responsibility! And you WILL take responsibility! Now get up. Your husband is in the car, you will take him to the hospital and tell them you were picking him up from work and you found him in the alleyway next to his work. He had been mugged. Remus will watch the boys."

Petunia stood up and adjusted herself, making sure her dress was perfect, her hair was perfect, and she was perfect. She opened the hallway coatroom door, ignored the werewolves in the hallway, and grabbed her coat, purse, and keys, leaving the house and her child in the care of werewolves. She never hated her sister more than she did at that moment.