Tempus Magia

Part Three

Chapter 32: Battle of the Alphas

Hermione Granger made a grave error during the final battle that resulted in Remus's death. Working as an unspeakable she spends two years working on a spell using powder from time turners to go back to Remus's greatest hour of need. What if Remus's greatest time of need wasn't in *this* war?

Morfran roared and ran at Remus. Remus pounced and slid over ice barely making out of the way in time. It was definitely not a good start and Morfran knew it. He joined his pack in roaring over his small victory. He checked on Hermione, his real weakness in this arena. Vali had moved on her haunches and was towering over his mate. Reynir had given the Alpha's order that Hermione was not to be harmed.

It was Reynir's protection that allowed her to stand in the middle of a werewolf camp on a full moon and still live. The bite on her neck shone in the moon's light letting every wolf know who she belonged to. Fenrir snarled at her and howled at her but she stayed strong. His strong witch showed no fear and no disgust for the animal.

Morfran snarled his lupine eyes matching Moony's. Moony was voluntarily working with Remus, the two were strategizing and evaluating their enemy working together instead of against each other. Morfran lunged and Remus jumped right over his head. Morfran was too bulky to be as swift as Remus and for that he was thankful.

Sirius had actually fought Remus in his Grim form, while Remus was a human. Morfran lunged and landed on his chest, much like Sirius would do. When Sirius got too out of hand Prongs would pull him off. But he didn't have Prongs and leaving Morfran near his exposed chest was a death sentence.

Lily told him the reason he was better than the werewolves was that he had his human mind, while they submitted to their animal ones. Moony may not have remembered watching the Lion King but Remus sure as hell did. Feeding the images to Moony, they grabbed a fist of dirt and threw it in Morfran's eyes just as he was about to strike.

Morfran yelped as he was temporarily blinded. Moony rolled away from under the Alpha as he struggled to get the rocks from his eyes. He whimpered when he scratched his eyes and Moony almost laughed.

"He looks like Scar," Moony said triumphantly.

"What happened to Scar at the end of the movie?" Remus asked.

Moony huffed. "Humans."

Addanc howled and Morfran returned his call. The werewolves from Wales were strategically spreading themselves out around the camp. They were going to try and take over after Remus's defeat. He needed to get Hermione out of here before any coup happened.

If he lost to Morfran, she would be dead, which was why it was not an option. The confusion of stampeding and fighting werewolves would kill her alone. And that was if Fenrir didn't get to her first. Vali knew all of this and that was why she had warned him. He still couldn't believe Peter hadn't kicked him out for that. He was so grateful for his friends.

From a strategic standpoint, Morfran had essentially no weakness. Sirius and James had spent weeks dissecting his duel and every angle he needed to look at it from. The physical training had helped him bulk up and he was definitely seeing the difference now. Not that Morfran would notice the difference. He though Remus weak because he rejected his werewolf. Remus was an intellectual and last Remus checked it was the intellectuals that won World Wars.

Addanc and Morfran began to howl mating calls at each other when Remus struck at his leg, swiping it clean off. Morfran tried to use Hermione to cripple him in the fight but he forgot that he had a weakness too, in the form of Addanc. James had been the one to point this out.

Addanc howled and tried to help Morfran, but Reynir roared the Alpha call pulling him backward.

Morfran struggled to stand. Remus towered over him, watching him bleed with no sympathy. He roared at the Alpha.

Submit

Morfran shook his head in defiance. Remus looked around at the packs to ensure they had seen his moment of mercy before he leaned over and snapped Morfran's neck. The packs roared in anger and in mourning. Addanc and surprisingly Reynir howled in mourning the loudest.

Moony snarled and prepared himself the oncoming fight. Addanc would challenge him for killing his partner, this was expected. It was the first thing Sirius had put on their planning board. Addanc jumped into the arena, his eyes feral. The wolves were moving around them. He noticed that Morfran and Addanc's betas had moved to stand next to Reynir.

James had rationalized the only thing they could count on was that Addanc would not be rational. Remus moved as he snarled and spewed. Reynir was growling and roaring at the Alpha to back down but he wasn't listening. Addanc was out for blood.

They fought until their muscles were sore and Remus was sure he could no longer stand and fight. Every time he felt Addanc start to get the upper hand he turned and looked at Hermione. She was standing closer to Vali, who was now flanked by Jormungand and were only discernible by their genitalia.

There were two other wolves that he recognized from Reynir's pack with the twins. Everyone else gave the tiny witch a wide berth and rightfully so. Her mate had just killed an Alpha and was battling his second one. Remus would tear apart entire packs to protect Hermione and he had let everyone know that by tearing out Morfran's throat.

Addanc began to weaken, held down by many small nips in the right places made to wear him down over time. Lily was a terrifying woman and Remus was reminded never to piss her off. She'd bake you cookies and smile at you while she killed you for hurting her family and not feel bad about it in the slightest. She was the one who came up with the plan on how to take down Addanc.

Addanc shuttered and swayed on his feet. The chanting of the wolves ceased. Remus towered over him like he did, Morfran.

He stood with his back to Reynir, so he could see Hermione and Addanc couldn't make any sudden moves.

Submit.

Submit Alpha. Your pack needs you.

Addanc hung his head, his grief clear in his eyes. Remus nodded at his point of submission. The packs were silent. Remus stood tall, ready to turn to Reynir and ask permission to leave with his mate. This was what they had worked up to. All of the training was to get Hermione out of here safely. Let him have his independence from the packs.

As he turned his leg he saw movement in his peripheral vision. Everything happened so quickly that even Moony was confused. One moment Addanc was on his knees in submission and the next he was lunging at him. Remus opened his jaw and snapped it down on his throat as he turned.

The loud snap reverberated and he heard something roll and drop in front of his feet. He looked down to see Reynir's head rolling at his feet. In horror, he turned to see Fenrir standing in his father's place.

Noah and Sean of the Ireland pack joined Fenrir's renegade group as they began cutting down those loyal to Reynir, Morfran, and Addanc's packs.

It had been a setup and Remus walked into it. Fenrir wanted him to kill his only allies in the camp.

He looked down at Addanc's body. He had killed his only ally.

What was so important that he would kill his father? What was more important than family and pack? Power.

Hermione.

Remus bounded toward her, watching as Jormungand was brought down by Fenrir. Vali had managed to keep her head and was standing at Hermione's back the two of them fighting the werewolves as they threw themselves at the women.

Roaring, he came down on Fenrir just as he was about to rip out Jormungand's throat. Remus struggled as he tried to save the wolf that had protected his mate. Jormungand fell to the ground beneath the two Alphas unmoving. The packs were fighting each other, werewolf blood being spilled everywhere.

He had been right earlier. It was a massacre.

He felt anger and hatred fill him as he took in the dead bodies around him. Fenrir did this. Fenrir did this for little more than power. He growled viscously, his body shaking with anger. He could hear his friends voices about cool heads and precise attacks but none of that mattered now.

Fenrir ruined their people. He wiped out the packs. He eviscerated the peace.

He charged, catching a stalking Fenrir in the arm. Fenrir turned, his red eyes open in shock. The thought was simple, Are you stupid boy?

Remus snarled.

Fenrir stood and drew himself to his full height and for the first time, Remus was afraid. He was not the only one. What was left of the wolves whimpered in fear and fled the battlefield. Fenrir's pack was consistent with twenty scarred and heavy set wolves.

They were all killing machines. Killing machines that Voldemort had likely picked out himself. Remus's eyes met Vali's over Fenrir's shoulder. Understanding flowed through them and for the first time, Remus felt their mate bond and he mourned its loss.

Remus pounced on a shocked Fenrir, just as Vali swung Hermione on her back and took off running. He could hear her shouting in protest. He couldn't hear what she was saying over the howling of the other wolves but one word floating through as Fenrir knocked him to the ground.

Teddy

His bones creaked as he stood. His fur was matted with blood, but he knew he would live through this. He would because he would live for Teddy. He snarled once he was fully erect and met Fenrir's cold gaze.

They fought even as they shifted back into their human forms and the sun rose. The rest of the packs scattered, some mourning deaths and others retreating to the camp. There was a loud shriek and he turned his head.

Fenrir laughed and punched him in the jaw. Remus fell, Moony shouting in his head.

Get up! Remus!

Remus could hear the pops of apparitions. The Death Eaters were coming to view the massacre they had created. Fenrir put his foot on his neck and stepped down hard enough that he began to choke.

"Remus, I was going to give all of this," he shouted as he waved his hands around him. Death, decay, and destruction around him. "To you! My sire! You chose Reynir and the bitch?!"

Remus laughed horsley. "You will never be a real Alpha, Fenrir. You're weak because you crave power and you cannot control yourself. You will only ever be a lapdog for Voldemort. You know this."

He stomped down and blood poured from Remus's throat. He was going to die.

"Hey!" Remus's eyes widened. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

Hermione and Vali stood side by side their wands out and pointed at Fenrir's chest. The maddened wolf laughed, blood staining his teeth from their previous fight. Little flickers of gold began to gather around the witch like a tiny cyclone. No. "Do you worst Lupin's bitch."

Hermione charged shooting spell after spell, forcing Fenrir's foot off of his throat. Hair crackling in the early morning light, she advanced and with her did the golden sands. The two of the shouting back at each other. Spells bounced off his skin.

"Little wizard spells don't work on me! I'm a werewolf! An Alpha!"

Remus choked as he felt his skin and bones knit back together. Vali was standing over him, her wand raised and flurrying across his skin. He could barely sit up, let alone thank her.

Hermione scoffed, the gold sands were getting dark and growing in number. "No, you're an abomination, Greyback. An animal."

He laughed. "Try better, bitch."

" . ." Hermione bit out.

"And I don't care to learn it, but why don't I teach you a lesson you will learn from?" Fenrir picked up a bolder that easily weighed two hundred pounds. He roared as he threw it over Hermione's head and towards Remus.

"NO!" Hermione screamed.

Greyback lunged at the girl. His pack had retreated to lick their wounds once the reinforcements had come. He would allow them to heal before they celebrated properly. He was planning his celebration when there was a burst of magic and energy that nearly crippled him. Everything went gold and then white, silence dominating the clearing. Silence and death.

The gold-flecked colored sand that had been twirling silently finally picked up speed, it's mission accomplished. It evolved into a cyclone picking up two mates and werewolf thrashing them about in her angry wake. She had a job to complete and no one was going to muck it up this time. The storm raged on as cloaked wizards with raised wands closed in on the small clearing. It didn't matter though, they were already too late. Swirling up in the storm was three magical beings, one dead and two alive.

This is the end of part three and the next part will be set in the future! Let me know what you think! The next updates will be a tad slower once I catch up with the rest of my chapters. I currently have written through chapter 38.

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