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He drifted into consciousness. And then back out. The world was a blur, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. A slap to his face momentarily brought him back to the outside world, but after a second, he was once again lost. He could feel somebody trying to look at him, staring him dead in the eye, but he couldn't focus. Confusion blossomed in his heart and he knew that sooner or later he would need to wake up. To stare reality in the face. But for now, he lay down his heavy head, and retreated into wallowing blackness. He could feel the tiredness inside him like a worm, slowly but deliberately draining his life. He was alive, but he wasn't really living. He heard, but he wasn't really listening. Everything seemed to move in a dragged pace, all submerged into a hazy fuzz.

A hard blow to his face followed by a cold splash of water forced him to gasp and brought him to his senses. He blinked up at his uncle and Mr. Harrison staring down at him and the pain came crashing back. Collin was dead. He'd been killed by these cruel men. He was grabbed by the collar and placed roughly on his feet.

It took him a minute to get his bearings and he realized that they were at the outskirts of the dense forest…the forest that surrounded the castle. The trees seemed more sinister in the dark and the soft rustling of the leaves in the midnight breeze were like haunted whispers. His hands balled into fists as he summed up his strength. He didn't want to take them across. He couldn't betray Tom like this. His body felt utterly broken. He wondered how he was standing on his feet. His uncle pushed him,

"Get a move on, Boy."

He took a step forward and instantly the wind picked up. He took another step amidst the howling wind and shuddered involuntarily as a shockwave passed through his body. His knees were about to give out when two strong hands were holding him up and dragging him forward through the thick cover of the trees. A soft rustling in the trees forced them to halt. It was taking him everything he had in him to stay on his feet and try to discern the direction of the sound. The rustling grew louder and Harry heard a low rumbling growl right infront of him.

He leaned against the tree and watched as Greyback emerged, followed by about ten more werewolves. His uncle and Mr. Harrison huddled closer to him but he didn't care. He just hoped that Greyback would kill them all and end it. Greyback eyed him for a moment but Harry figured that because of the coat and the cap, he didn't recognize him. He watched as he ran his gaze over his uncle and Mr. Harrison greedily and licked his lips,

"Well…Well…Well…look at what we have here?"

He kept his lips sealed shut lest his voice give him away. He needed Greyback to kill them. He just needed him to end them. His uncle spoke,

"Who the hell are you?"

Greyback barked out a laugh and spoke,

"I should ask you that."

Mr. Harrison took a step forward and spoke boldly,

"We don't have anything of value on our persons so there is nothing you can gain from us."

This time the collective laughter of the entire pack was enough to raise the hair on his arms. His uncle and Mr. Harrison thought that these were robbers. They couldn't be more wrong. He was already preparing himself for death and meeting Collin and his parents Greyback stepped closer to them and the snapping of a twig underneath made his uncle and Mr. Harrison twitch in fear,

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Fenrir Greyback…"

There was a pause in which his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Apparently it wasn't ready to stop beating and currently it was looking for a way to escape because his body was sure to be ripped open and torn to shreds in the next five minutes,

"Now, let me introduce you. You three are going to be our feast for the night and I simply cannot wait to sink my teeth into you."

Greyback looked at his uncle and grinned,

"Especially you, since you seem so juicy and oh so delicious."

He could feel his uncle trembling right next to him. Greyback laughed,

"I can smell your fear in the ear and it is intoxicating."

The sound of Greyback dragging his nail over the tree bark made him cringe but his uncle spoke out,

"You can keep the boy…just let us go…"

Harry hadn't expected anything other than this from his uncle. Greyback was now standing mere feet away from them now,

"Why would I let you two juicy meals go for him? He's all skin and bones…"

He kept his head ducked and continued to track Greyback's movements from the corner of his eyes. His uncle continued to tremble next to him and he began saying his last prayers. He was content with his death. It was better than betraying Tom. He was just in the middle of his thoughts when Greyback spoke,

"Is the boy mute? So far, I haven't heard his voice."

He felt his uncle shake his head and speak,

"No, he can talk."

His uncle jabbed him in the ribs and he bit back a cry. He bent over and wrapped his arms around his aching chest,

"Talk, boy!"

He bit his lower lip and refused to talk. Greyback crooned,

"Interesting…"

Suddenly, he was being dragged away from the tree. Greyback pulled the cap away from his head, gripped his chin and forced his head up,

"Let's take a closer look at you."

The look of shock that stole over Greyback's features at the sight of his face was enough for him to know that he wouldn't be dying anytime soon. Greyback released his chin and murmured softly,

"Well, I'll be damned…"