A Father's Sorrow
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Fenrir Greyback
It was that time of year again. He used to hate the holiday. It reminded him to much of them. For years, he was extra vicious around this time. Until he met his sweet, beautiful Mary. Mary who had been just as feared and persecuted as him, just because of a condition she hadn't willingly accepted.
Mary knew his pain, she had felt his pain. Her losses were as great as his own. She had also lost a spouse and children. She, however, wasn't intended to live. That was the difference in them. He was or used to be a pureblood, courted by Voldemort into his service. She was a Muggle born, she had been nearly drained and left for dead.
His thoughts went back to his family. Ramona, his wife, who had given him such beautiful children. Margret, Alyssa and Jasmine, the loveliest daughters ever. Ian and Malcolm, his little hell raisers, the sole reason Fenrir now had two boys to call his own again.
Fenrir lifted his snout and began howling mournfully at the moon. Mary, remembering her own losses, joined in. the established members of his pack stopped tracking the herd of deer and began howling along with him. The two newest pups in his pack, Alex McKeon and Michael Scabior, unaware of their importance to him, quickly joined in the beautifully, mournful wolfsong.