Ok. So this was originally a fic I wrote years back for another genre and I got to thinking it'd work well in the HP universe as well, so here you go.

I own nada... (though I wish I did).

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The feral figure sat there basking in the warm firelight and listening to the crackling of the fire.

A feeling of accomplishment wafted over him like smoke from the flames before him. He considered the works he'd performed this night and considered it a good beginning.

He always felt like this after a good hunt. The pursuit and trapping of his prey gave him a nearly sexual release. The feel of the life leaving between his claws was just the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned. What's more he'd managed to get some of the young ones tonight and they always tasted so tender if cooked just right.

He'd become a kind of a gourmet in the last few years and was quite picky with his menu. The days and nights of living on the streets and in the woods, consuming whatever came close enough, were over since he had rejoined his lord, and had left him with an ongoing desire to experience the better things in life. People looked at him a little strangely these days, only when they didn't think he was paying attention of course, he couldn't abide outright rudeness after all. He'd gotten a little soft in his old age, but not quite soft enough for that.

He took another taste of the meat he'd prepared and a sip of his drink to wash it down with, maybe it needed just a little longer in the fire to jelly the gristle that got caught between his teeth, at least the hair had all been burnt off during the cooking, he preferred to floss after his meals, not during them.

He lay back and looked up at the stars and moon above him, dreamily naming the constellations to his companions, who were all sitting behind him quietly.

"Oh. Where are my manners?" he asked. "Would anyone like something to eat or drink? I've prepared way too much for myself and it would be rude not to share."

His guests all indicated that they were not hungry or thirsty, remaining silent so as not to distract him from his contemplation of the universe and perhaps earning themselves a rebuke of some form.

A short time later he levered himself to his feet, and urged his companions to stand, looking reproachfully at those that seemed to wish to stay seated.

"Well it appears that no more of our friends will be joining us this evening, such a shame. We may as well head home for some more entertainment. Please follow me and try not to lag behind. You know that I wouldn't appreciate that" he warned.

The half transformed were smoothed down his soot smoked crimson scraps of clothing and looked about the buildings burning in the night. He picked up the cooked meat and considered taking the rest of Ron Weasley along for a later meal, before disregarding the idea. He drained the last of the blood in his glass and threw the container at the remains of the Burrow. Taking up the chain binding his blood traitor prisoners together and slinging the dead teens leg over his shoulder, Greyback giggled quietly to himself as he dragged them off into the darkness, "who ever thought muggle explosives could be so much FUN."

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Bit different?

Greyback is supposed to kind of seem like Heath Ledgers Joker in this, just a little more twisted. (Want to see a magic trick? Let me get a pencil.)

R&R and enjoy.