Chapter 10
Durmstrang, December 16
He watched as this woman's chest rose in a more and more regular rhythm. He was pleased. However, they will have to wait a few more months for the effects of the potion prepared by Severus Snape. It would take that long to burn all of the werewolf's blood out of her body. The most important thing, is that the elixir stops the multiplication of foreign cells.
- She's strong. Really strong. - he said to her husband, who sat without a trace of weariness at Jean's side since yesterday.
The man turned to him and looked straight into his eyes. - I know. Jean is the strongest woman I know. She is the strongest person I know. I will be standing next to her no matter what happens to her.
He was surprised by the certainty of Richard's voice. Most wizards he knew rejected those who were afflicted with lycanthropy. He, a Muggle, had considered no other option than staying with his sweetheart. He vowed to stay with her in happiness and illness until death do them part.
- I'm just wondering ... What exactly happened there? My Jean is exhausted but apart from some nasty wounds on one arm, there are no other, more serious injuries.
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The wolf's lair, December 16
Fenrir Greyback was concerned. It really rarely happened to him. One of his favorites, among the younger generation, still hasn't returned with his property. Lyall Goyle was fortunate enough to meet his partner in his youth. In addition, Helen Granger was at an age where she could already be fertile. It was supposed to be a simple task. Thanks to the Wizengamot, who hadn't thought of revising the Werewolf Charter of 1264, the werewolf's mate was part of his estate. Lyall was to refer to that document and bring the girl to them.
- Alpha, we have a problem. One of ours went to Saint Mungo. - he heard Scabior's voice.
As if he had no others problems ... One of his whelps must have been in serious condition. Usually such matters were dealt with by the pack. Not by outsiders. - Which one?
- Lyall Goyle. He was found in the home of a Muggle family. I don't know who smashed him like that, but they are said that they are fighting to keep him alive.
A shadow of unease crossed Fenrir's face. He knew Lyall was one of the strongest in his pack. Who could be strong enough to beat him? They couldn't be the Muggles who lived there.
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Saint Mugo, December 16
Healer Davis looked at the results of his patient's scans. He wasn;t used to treating werewolves, but due to the circumstances, they could not refuse him treatment. Lyall Goyle was found at the home of Jean and Richard Granger. Parents of one of the Muggle-borns who choose not to go to magic school in Great Britain.
- What is the prognosis?
Davis knew his supervisor was scared. Although Greyback wasn't officially charged with anything, most were afraid of the rumors that concerned him. They both wanted to give him any good news.
- Unfortunately not the best. You saw his wounds yourself. He had all his ribs broken. A ruptured larynx. Right lung punctured. Crushed testicles. Damaged knees. I don't know who could have done it. Few can stand against an adult werewolf and escape alive. So I think we'll have another victim soon.
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Hogwarts, December 16
Albus Dumbledore began to worry. He knew Tom Riddle's followers would attack Muggle-born homes, but as far as he knew the werewolves were still not allied with him. He hoped Remus Lupin would give him a chance to get these creatures over to his side.
He hadn't expected the attacks to begin now.
- Don't go around so much, because the elves will not want to clean up in your office again. - Filius Flitwick laughed at the sight of his annoyed friend. - What happened this time that you called an emergency staff meeting?
- I got a message from the Ministry and St. Mungo's that a wounded werewolf had been found on a Muggle-owned property. - Dumbledore paused for a moment to check the reaction to his words. - Unfortunately, the residents are missing. The Muggle-born daughter hasn't been seen since May. We don't know anything about the father, however, the mother ... Almost the entire living room was stained with the blood of Jean Granger and the werewolf that attacked them.
Minerva was curious. - Wait ... Granger? Isn't it the family that decided not to let their daughter go to school "half full of emotionally, physically and mentally immature boys"?
- Yes. It's about this family. - he was disappointed. He did not think she would pay attention to the fact of offended pride. It was her, who Jean Granger refused to give her daughter to Hogwarts.
- I'm more interested in what happened to that werewolf. - Professor Binns, who usually didn't participate in such meetings, looked at his friend with disgust. - Albus, please continue. I have to go back to the classroom before I forget to change the subject again. I think my students may be bored of the Goblin Wars.
- And here we come to the point for which I wanted to meet you. Lyall Goyle, Fenrir Greyback's right-hand man, is in critical condition. A question arises whether someone helps us or is trying to liquidate their competition. I must admit that I don't like the second option very much.
He hoped they could find out it somehow. Unfortunately, the floo in this house was classified. He knew Richard Granger had escaped first. His wife passed half an hour later. Has anyone helped her? He doesnt know where they gone.
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London, 24 hours early
She smiled at the sight of his eyes. Significantly dilated because of anger. He had no control over himself when he entered her house. Hearing what she had to say to him, he lost the remnants that allowed him to maintain at least a partially human form of his body. She knew the psychological war was won. She was supposed to follow her husband, but she couldn't let the man who tried to rape her daughter, her only child… She couldn't let someone like that to survive without any harm.
Jean Granger dodged the first blow. Lyall tried to grab her by the neck. She crushed his larynx. He kicked her in the stomach, trying to throw her off balance. She hit him with a chair on the left side of the body. He fell. She didn't even think about it. When he fell, she kicked him on the other side. She didn't even notice the sound of bones breaking. She had no head for it.
- Bitch! - the boy who was once their neighbor spat in her face.
She knelt over him. With her fingers she felt the place where she should dig. She opened her bracelet, which her husband had given her as a tool of self-defense. She straightened the blade and plunged it into the intruder who was surprised by her actions.
- I'll leave you a gift - the blonde grunted before digging his claws into her arm and tearing it to the wrist.
Adrenaline kept her from feeling pain. She only felt more anger. She imagined the terror Helen must have felt. In one swift movement she brought her knee to his genitalia and rested all her weight on that knee. She only got up when she saw that the would-be rapist had passed out.
- Time to go to the family. You'll agree with me? I just have to immobilize you.
After a while, Jean Granger, full of satisfaction, entered the fireplace again. After uttering the word "security," she fell limp to the ground. She hoped she made it through. If she was to die, she wanted to die alongside her husband.
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Another chapter. How did you like it? What would you change? Regards, katie-krum
