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The overwhelming smell of blood and sweat filled his nostrils and he wanted to pull back but Greyback held him still and touched his cheek, as if he couldn't quite believe that he was real. He bit back a hiss at the contact because Greyback's finger was exactly over the bruise on his cheekbone,

"You're supposed to be six feet under."

He dropped his gaze and stared at the ground,

"What's your name?"

He contemplated lying. If he lied about his name, then maybe he could convince Greyback that he was a lookalike. But his hopes were crushed by his uncle,

"Harry…His name is Harry."

Greyback inhaled sharply and dragged him to a nearby tree, pinning him efficiently to it. His head spun a bit at the impact with the trunk and he closed his eyes,

"How are you alive?"

He wanted to speak but words eluded him. He couldn't focus. Suddenly the sound of one of the werewolves growling forced Greyback to release him and he slumped to the ground. One of the werewolves shouted,

"They're running away."

He heard Greyback laugh,

"They won't get far. Catch them and bring them back here alive."

When the werewolves had scurried away after his uncle and Mr. Harrison, he heard Greyback crouch down in front of him. He felt him grip his chin and heard him ask,

"Should I inform the Dark Lord of your resurrection? I'm sure he would love to kill you all over again."

He knew Voldemort would kill him again in a heartbeat. There was no way he was going to emerge from this victorious. He remembered Collin's cold and stiff body in his arms and felt the tears start anew. He'd failed him and now he was going to fail Tom and Bella too. He was a failure…an absolute disappointment. He should have died that first time. He shouldn't have come back to life in the first place. Despair clenched his heart as he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. It wouldn't take too much effort on Voldemort's part to kill him. He was already half dead. His uncle had seen to that. All Voldemort would need to do was suffocate him…stop his heart from beating and his lungs from breathing and then it would be over.

He felt Greyback wipe his tears away with calloused fingers. His touch was rough but Harry sensed tenderness in the gesture. That was the last thing he'd expected from someone as vicious as Greyback. He forced his eyes open and saw the anger in Greyback's eyes as he assessed him,

"Did those two men do this to you?"

He nodded shakily. Greyback cupped his cheek as gently as possible,

"Why?"

He tried to hold back his tears but they still burst free along with that one cursed word that had resulted in Collin's death,

"Gold."

Greyback cursed verbally and rose to his feet. The sound of howls and growls informed him of the pack's return. His uncle's snivelling pleas and Mr. Harrison's begging confirmed that the pack had caught them. He blinked back tears and saw his uncle and Mr. Harrison being bound to a tree. Greyback spoke to a nearby werewolf before walking away,

"Keep an eye on the boy. None of you is allowed to harm a hair on his head."

He buried his face in his knees and closed his eyes. Greyback had no doubt gone to summon Voldemort. In a few minutes this was all going to be over. He was going to under the ground, where he belonged. He just hoped that his uncle and Mr. Harrison joined him. Those monsters couldn't be allowed to go scot-free. He drew in a deep breath. He was ready to die. He'd made peace with that in that room when he'd held Collin's lifeless form to his chest.

His uncle and Mr. Harrison continued to plead for the next ten minutes and he just listened to them, feeling a vindictive kind of satisfaction because he'd begged them exactly like that to free Collin. He'd begged and pleaded but they hadn't listened and now Collin was gone.

Approaching footsteps caught his attention and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he willed his breathing to calm down and his heart to slow down. He kept his face buried in his knees and waited with abated breath to hear Voldemort's voice and feel his suffocating dark presence.

That didn't happen though. Instead a shrill, pain filled cry reached his ears and forced him to look up. Greyback stood beside a grief-stricken Bella. She looked him up and down and then launched herself at him. Just feeling that familiar warmth wrapped around him broke him down and he howled in misery. Bella held him tight, rubbed his back and whispered assurances and comforts to calm him down but none of it worked. He buried his face in Bella's shoulder and cried harder and louder, letting out all the pain, all the agony that he'd had bottled up inside him after Collin's death and funeral,

"Harry…Harry…What happened to you? Talk to me…Just tell me…"

She hugged him tighter, pulled him as close as she possibly could. He was sure, she would hide him inside herself if it were possible. He could feel Bella's despair, her warm tears. He tried to calm down enough to speak but it was just impossible. He'd written about Collin in one of his letters when he'd successfully managed to convince Mr and Mrs. Harrison to let him study. He'd described him in great details. Bella would remember him. He was sure she would know him,

"Collin…"

Bella was silent for a while and then she smoothed her hand through his hair and spoke,

"The kid whose guardians you talked into letting him study? Your student?"

He nodded inconsolably, and another cry escaped his lips,

"Harry, what happened to him?

Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he whispered,

"They killed him…"

Bella gasped softly before regaining her wits and asking,

"Who?"

He pulled away from Bella and looked at where his uncle and Mr. Harrison were tied to the tree. She followed his gaze and Harry saw the way her eyes burned with rage,

"Are they the ones who did this to you?"

He nodded silently and Bella spoke,

"I'll make them pay…I promise…They will pay…"