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Relatives

Hermione's relations for now. A cheat sheet. Due to this site's limitations a family tree is not possible. The list below is sorted by last name. Remember this is not final, but as known right now.

- Pickle Dog

- Preppy Dog

- Prowler Dog

- Prissy Dog

- Peat Dog

- Sirius Black - Padfoot to marry Maddy

- Wallburga Black - Sirius' mom

- Rose Cray - Evil Nanny

- Grey Dementor - Ex dementor self appointed guardian

- Muctis Drs - Malfoy's healers

- Albus Dumbledore - Gellert's Nemesis

- Ariana Dumbledore Married Fenrir's father- mother to Gellert's wife and Fenrir- she was Albus' sister-

- Anne Marguerite Granger- Grandmother- married to Paul Granger- she is Gellert's daughter

- Darius Granger - Paul's cousin- had a short gig

- Grant Granger -Father

- Hermione Granger - Mimi

- Jeanie Granger - Mother

- Liam Granger - Darius' daughter

- Madeline Granger - Aunt-Grant's sister- To marry Sirius & maybe Severus - Maddy

- Mina-owl Granger - pet

- Peter Granger - Grant's Twin

- Evangeline Granger-Rosier - Hermione Granger's Cousin- Evie

- Franklyn Granger-Rosier- Hermione Granger's Cousin-sometimes a Pixie - Frankie

- Elleanor Granger - Aunt Elly (widow from Evan Rosier). Remus' secret wife

- Fenrir Greyback Great uncle -Gellert's brother in law

- Helena Margueritte Greyback-Great-grandmother- Fenrir's sister - Gellert's Wife

- Gellert Grindenwald Great-Grandfather

- Marguerite Grindenwald Gellert's Dead Sister Margot/maybe had a child

- Kreacher House-Elf

- Dobby House-Elf

- Mipzy House-Elf

- Mr Jones - Butler- Employee

- MRS Jones Employee

- Charlotte L'Orc - maternal grandmother

- Guy L'Orc maternal Grandfather

- Kelly L'Orc Aunt - Jeanie's sister

- Lear Greyback- Fenrir's Father

- Ettiene Lestrange Uncle

- Martin Lestrange Rod and Rab's father

- Mathilde Lestrange - Great aunt to Lestrage

- Rabastan Lestrange- To marry Kelly

- Rodolphus Lestrange Married to Bella/Maybe to Kelly when they were children.

- Roland Lestrange Rab -Rod's father

- Remus Lupin- Tutor- Elly's lover

- Moony Lupin- Remus Wolf, his inner wolf

- Brutus Malfoy Dog

- Draco Malfoy - Hermione Granger's fiancé- Veela -Light pixie

- Lucius Malfoy Hermione's father in law

- Hera Malfoy Owl

- Narcissa Malfoy Hermione Granger's mother in law

- Negus Malfoy Dog

- Octan Malfoy Abraxas father

- Serpens Malfoy-Great-great grandfather

- Sophia Malfoy

- Thalia Malfoy Great-great-grandmother

- Alastor Moody

- Rev Phillips Evil Pastor

- Harry Potter Shadow Pixie - Adopted by Grangers

- Evan Rosier -Elly's dead bonded wizard

- Rufus Scrimgeour

- Severus Snape -

- Arthur Weasley

- Molly Weasleys

The Big Wolf and the Fearless Pixies

"Darling," Fenrir called Hermione in a tender, loving voice, just as he had done with the little one and her mother, his alpha powers beseeched her, and just like them, she was powerless to resist his command. She was powerful, but she was also the wolf inside her, even if the wolf only existed in the deep recesses of her DNA and her brain paths.

"Mimi, don't go, he is bad," Draco held her hand as she stood up, and Harry joined Draco, both struggling to hold her back; their combined strength was no match for the added strength granted by Greyback, and she easily pulled away from the boys' hands.

Draco was unable to access his Veela, because Greyback was not perceived as a threat. A fact that would trouble Draco in the future, and would make him doubt if he were able to protect her.

"Mimi, Daddy will be mad if you go with Mr. Wolf," Harry begged and pulled her along with Draco once again. Her response was to slap both boys away. She wanted to go to Fenrir, and that was that.

"That is my girl, come here," he stood upright in front of them, stretching his arms out to her.

"Stop Healer Pixie," Draco said placing his hand on her once more.

The Pixie magic seemed to work, and Hermione halted for a minute while Greyback watched fascinated. The other little boy with the spectacles called the same command, "Healer Pixie, stop, we tell you, your Pixies, Light and Shadow tell you, come with us," he beckoned.

"Don't listen to them," Greyback strengthened his call, and he could see waves of magic about them; whereas he was short of amazed, he just could not start to comprehend what was happening.

One thing was certain, the little girl was powerful, and again, that was no wonder, her great-grandfather was Grindelwald. He was also dazzled with the two boys' magic. As a matter of fact, he had never witnessed such display at an early age, and it made his heart swell with pride. Imagine adding the boys to his family.

Gellert felt a strange pain in his heart. He felt that his little Pixies in eminent danger; the fear made his throat constrict and the air passage difficult. He sensed that his enchantress was in danger of being lost forever, and that would not do; he loved her fiercely, and because of her, he had renewed hope. Plus, he believed, a chance for redemption.

He sent his mind to find his pixies, but he was unable to find them anywhere. Damn, he felt them near but where were they? He had already figured out that the house allowed the connection to Mimi and Frankie. The last Pixie Healing had strengthened their link, so he hoped that they were still near the house.

He saw the clearing and reinforced his magic. He then saw his pixies. There was his enchantress along with wolves, and a giant stood by her; he would be dammed, Fenrir, his wife's younger brothe stood in front of him. At the recognition his heart feared and gladdened at the same time. He had done the younger wizard too much wrong, he thought.

"Fenrir, look here." There stood Grindelwald, not entirely solid. His image was obviously a projection and not very strong.

"Yes, it is I, Gellert, much older and not a ghost." Fenrir was aware of the children and casted a wall around them, to keep them in and to prevent them from hearing, which he anticipated would not be a friendly conversation. Their eyes bulged a little scared, but he put a finger to his lips and sent them a calming thought.

"Gellert, you don't look bad." Fenrir appraised him. Unknown to Gellert, the last treatment from the Pixies had shed many years of his face, maybe too many as he would later find out. "You're alive, that is a surprise, but where are you?"

"Suffice to say that I am a prisoner. Before you say anything, I fully deserve my punishment. I have been atoning for the last forty years, and surely it is not long enough. And in case that I cannot hold my presence here, I must tell you my findings; namely that I have found who killed your sister Helena and also my children." Fenrir listened carefully. "I need someone to look inside me, I might have false memories."

"I could, but not like this."

"I know. There is more, I believe that the one who ordered the deaths of my family was not aware of their real identities. Not at first, although I am not certain, If we both unite forces, we might get a sweet revenge. Let them go and ally with their families. I am nearly certain that you have a common enemy." Gellert wanted to tell him about his dream, the one where he saw his brother, the one that made him hope, but how.

Gellert could see the change in Fenrir's stance. He tried further, whereas somehow reluctant to discuss such grim matters around the pixies, not aware they couldn't hear anything.

"You might kill me instead if I am ever able to get out. However, if you hurt them, know that they are your blood, the last of your family, and you will hurt your niece. Think about it, they need to be with their parents. I have some disturbing memories. I might not have been at the fortress. I had maybe a dream. He, the one I suspect, must have learned from someone, but from whom?"

At the end of his last statement, the children were finally able to see Grindelwald and wanted to run to him. However, they understood that he was not there, but just an Apparation, a ghostlike presence. Mimi called him to no avail. "Grandpapa, Opa, please, here, Mr. Wolf robbed us, save us, save us."

Gellert had to grin at the 'Mr. Wolf.' Fenrir noticed and nodded.

"Old man, you don't tell me what I know already; why should I let them go? They are all left from my blood; while a few from the other families lived after the massacre, none of mine survived."

Maybe, he was wrong. Something that Fenrur said, what?

"First tell me which child made it, and I also demand the name the one who precipitated all the tragedies, the one you suspect. I have my own ideas, I saw things recently, very." Fenrir asked harshly. "Let's say, I saw a grave site. Why do the children know you?"

Gellert waited, nothing else, "No, I won't give you the name because we must work together." He couldn't tell him about the children, not yet.

"Fenrir, if I am right, I wasn't there because I was already a prisoner. I think the monster used all of us. But to be honest, I might have brought his scourge upon everyone."

Fenrir had a terrible thought, what if someone had entered his mind while in Hogwarts. He had already been thinking about it. He thought about his sister and the pups often enough. Particularly, after visiting with them. He also thought about their time together, of the entire family with Gellert. What he saw at the grave site what was I? Did all go back back to Hogwarts?

"No more now, I will even introduce you to your niece, Marguerite. Yes, your godchild was the one. I couldn't find her body, but half of the house had been burned down. In any case, all the bodies were badly mangled. My memories are confusing from there on. Even more confusing since I was, err, since I started feeling better."

That was true, after the healing his memories seemed fake. As if they were not his. But he didn't want to tell him about his Healer Pixies.

"Isn't life strange? Even if two tragedies were related, the common factor was me and my blindness. There isn't one day when I don't regret my horrible actions, if they were mine. Regardless, I did plenty of harm. Your father was right, I had it all, what a fool."

Gellert's voice carried a touch of hesitation; a seed had been planted and was taking root; what Fenrir had said troubled him, except he wasn't sure which words had triggered the unease. Maybe that his family had been the one with more casualties? A grave, he would think later.

Fenrir thought he would never shed another tear, but he did. Tears of gratitude fell down the hardened wolf's cheeks. "Maggie lives and has lived all these years? Why didn't she seek me?" he asked somewhat torn.

"I think she lost many of her memories. The shock of the massacre lives with her. You should see her and talk to her. If you take her daughter and her grandchildren away, you will hurt her terribly, and she has had enough sorrow to last her a lifetime." A wave of sorrow washed over û

"Nothing was worse for her than having me as her father; I still wish that your father had stopped Helena from marrying me. I didn't deserve her good love. Know that I loved her and the children, my precious flowers. Please don't hurt my daughter any more, she has been punished enough."

Anguish passed through Fenrir's eyes, and he knew that Grindelwald was right. Too bad that Fenrir still hated him and wanted to disregard his counsel.

"Will you at least tell me who is responsible for their deaths?" Fenrir asked, not committing one way or the other. He dreaded a name, because if so, they would all be at fault. He was wrong of course, just as Gellert was, nobody is at fault if you are used.

"No, I cannot tell you until I am one-hundred percent certain, and besides, I want to destroy him myself, with my own hands. Let me do the killing, it was my fault, toying with people all my life. However, I cannot do it where I am. Though there is one thing that you could do; you can help me to protect what is left of our family. They will be recognized because their looks; and this alone will put them in danger."

Fenrir's attention was engaged, and he sat on the ground closer to the children, their presence soothed his injured soul.

"Your nephew Grant looks a lot like me; your other niece Maddy, actually favors your side of the family, to an extreme degree. She could be your daughter, you look a lot like your mother. So you know, it scared me when I saw her likeness. Anybody who knows you, will see yourself and your mother on her face. You will be amazed when you meet them. Damn, my energy is dissipating, and I think my jailer is arriving. I must go. It might be a long time before I see you."

Grindelwald cussed, Albus was arriving, and he had to go.

"Who is you, jailer..."

Gellert opened his eyes out his trance, with barely enough time before Dumbledore made his appearance. He pretended to have dozed off. He was glad that he'd put everything away before his projection.

He had only forgotten to take off the jumper that his daughter had knitted for him. When he noticed it, he cussed internally and instead of making a big deal, he wrapped the thin blankets around his shoulders, one that Dumbledore left for him. Hopefully, Albus would not notice it.

"I wanted to wish you a New Year, I brought you a bottle of champagne and a midnight supper," Dumbledore pointed his wand to a basket that materialized by Gellert. As always, he thought that Grindelwald could not see him.

Gellert noticed that Dumbledore appeared troubled. "You told me that you had information which would make me upset. It did, and I gave it a lot of thought." He paced along the room.

"You dared to plant a nasty seed in my fertile brain; one of doubt that brought me great discomfort. I finally went to her grave, and against my better judgment, I decided to look inside. I was a veritable ghoul, luckily nobody saw me. Imagine my surprise when instead of human remains I found a piece of old fur, probably the fur of a squirrel. There were no human bones, how can you explain that? What did you try to tell me?"

Gellert laughed wryly, "Albus, are you rambling? I am not sure that I follow you. What on earth are you talking about? Whose grave, whose bones?" Gellert busied his hands opening the champagne and pouring the amber liquid into a tall flute. He was nearly failing at controlling his emotions. He wanted to destroy Albus, but he wanted to be in front of him when that happened.

"I refer to my sister, and please don't play games with me. You said someone had pulled her out her grave while she was still alive. Was she alive? And who was the wolf?" Albus appeared tormented, and there was a hint of something guarded in his expression. He knew that face, Albus still hid something from Gellert, what the hell was going on? Perhaps he was right.

"You are not talking? Was this something you set up long ago to torment me? Tell me, you must tell me, you know how I feel about the wolves, they destroy innocent lives." Dumbledore screamed, out of control, he was in an absolute rage.

Gellert enjoyed his suffering, and he wasn't telling. "I still don't know, I have no idea what I said, I was lying to you." He chuckled and made a face to indicate that Albus was unbalanced, further infuriating Albus.

"Ah, is that the case? Wouldn't you know, I had heard your wife was a werewolf and perhaps, your comment was an attempt to sick humor," Albus taunted him, and Gellert wondered how would have Dumbledore known that? He wished he could talk to Fenrir.

"Where did you get that idea, who told you such nonsense? You told me that you didn't know I was married." Gellert felt a cold sweat run down his back. This was a cat and mouse game, and he didn't like it at all.

Dumbledore had the nastiest smile he had ever displayed, it was malicious, "I never said that; what I said was that I didn't know where you lived, or who she was." He was carefully observing Gellert's reactions.

"Who told you that I was married to a werewolf, me Gellert Grindelwald? Don't be so ridiculous; you are delusional, old man." Gellert's head was filling with a dreadful thought. The words of Fenrir were coming back. A grave, had he seen Albus, but why?

He remembered that Albus hated wolves, and he was the one that had first mentioned the possibilities of beings unknown to even the magical world, and the threat they represented. But those were the words of a young Albus, he had changed much, or had he?

And Fenrir had been a student at Hogwarts, and Helena went there as well. She was disguised with a glamour, in order not to attract any unwanted attention. She had only stayed for two years and later sent to a smaller school in the Continent. He couldn't have known that she had shifter blood. Fenrir had passed for a werewolf, because he didn't want to hide his wolf nature.

Another thought came unbidden, had Dumbledore spied on Fenrir? Or did he have a spy at the Greyback compound? He suspected the first. Or worse, what if he, the great Grindelwald, had been made into a fall guy. How could he have tied Helena and Fenrir to him?

What if Dumbledore destroyed his family, so he, Gellert, would, in turn, think that he had damaged the Greybacks; or what if Albus had either compulsed him or polyjuiced as him?

That was too horrible to consider; it was too nasty even for Dumbledore. Besides, Albus was for equality, for all the underdogs. It couldn't be. Unless, unless, he was driven by sick jealousy, oh lords. So at the end of the day, it was still his fault.

"What did you mean, do you know something about Ariana? Who was the wolf?" Albus asked again, a little more forceful this time.

"If I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I would rather that you would never find out. Leave now and let me be. I want to be alone, and your presence brings me disquiet. How strange that the love I once felt for you, changed into such dislike. Leave me alone, what we had ended over a century ago. Jealousy is darkness itself. Go away."

Gellert was open since he wanted to try to project again. His little enchantress was in danger, and he couldn't stand the thought; thus, he wanted Albus gone. One day, he'd destroy the bastard. Moreover, if he were to find out what he were suspecting, no punishment would be enough.

"No, I am going to stay here watching you. Maybe you will go to sleep and I will break your defenses. I want to find out what you are hiding." Albus looked straight into Gellert.

Gellert looked the other way; he wanted to kill the bastard. "Wait as long as you want. I can sleep when you are gone, wait for two days. I am reading and drinking my libation; be quiet, I am weary and want my peace."

Damn, damn, Gellert thought, I need to leave, damn you Albus! If anything happens to the children, I will kill you. If you are guilty I kill you.

Out the corner of his eye he saw a odd figure, coming in and out. It looked like a very large mosquito, but no, it seemed as some sort of fairy, or maybe not. Very narrow with glowing eyes, looking at him, trying to say something. He 'heard,' "be ready, the Pixie Angel needs you, look." He pointed at the corner.

Gellert laughed bitterly the grey figure must be a product if his imagination. So why was the corner wall shimmering? Yeah, it was craziness.

It wasn't. Mr. Grey had seen a thread from far away, near his angel, and he followed it. He was in the same place where the Angel's elder was trapped. The place that connected to the Albus wizard. He had an idea and after warning Gellert, he saw how Albus travelled. He didn't like the bearded wizard at all. He was basically not dark, but had a nasty taint, and he would hurt his Angel.

Mr. Grey traveled the paths back before they closed. He needed help getting the elder out. Now, he wished that he could go inside the forest alone, but it made him afraid. He wanted to remember why.

Meanwhile back at the clearing-

"Are you my uncle?" Hermione asked Fenrir who now held her hand. He found it so tiny and so intensely warm. The wolf must live deep inside her, and he wished Grindelwald would unblock it.

He imagined the pretty cub inside her and longed to see it. What a pretty little witch, she was quite beautiful, along with her younger cousin and her mother. He was extremely lucky to have found them.

"Release their wolves," he screamed into the air, "and I will agree. Meanwhile, they are going with me." Of course, Gellert didn't hear him.

Fenrir turned around, "Darling you must send your friends home."

"Mr. Uncle Wolf, my name is Mimi, not darling. Darling is my mother, that is how daddies call all mommies, darling. And Arry is not my friend, he is my brotter, and Traco is my boyfriend, my fansee. We will marry when we are like twelve, I think." She said as a matter of fact.

"Arry cannot be your brother," Fenrir's eyebrows knitted, but his lip lifted in a smile, she reminded of himself at her age, a little mouthy, and a know-it-all. He could see the aura of power around her, just like her grandfather, her gifts were many.

"He is my brotter, and you should get dressed. You look a little gross with your pee-pee thing out, you shouldn't be without clothes. My father told Arry that big boys don't walk around showing all their private parts; I don't, but boys sometimes do." She pointed to Fenrir's lower half. Harry and Draco nodded their heads in full agreement.

She heard the wolves howling, they were laughing, and Fenrir growled softly to them; he would never be the butt of a joke. But she hadn't grown around the wolves, humans were different, and he understood that. Wolves did not wear clothing, yet children were out bounds; and humans were taught modesty, he remembered Gellert and his sister's children, and smiled.

The children looked at each other afraid of the howling. It was good that her uncle had told them in wolfish to be quiet, and this troubled her for a second. Why did she understand wolfish? Harry said, "He told them to be quiet."

"I know," Hermione said very softly.

Fenrir heard them, amazing.

He made a wandless gesture, and he was dressed. "You are right, it was rude of me. I should have remembered, forgive me, it has been a long time. I guess he is your brother. Perhaps your mother was married before?" He asked again, the boy was not his kin.

"My daddy says is rude to ask." Harry came from behind the tree, "It is for us to know; and you're a stranger." Valiantly, Harry came and stood by Mimi, and Draco soon followed.

Fenrir raised his eyebrows, he liked the children, and his heart ached with something he didn't understand. It felt as if he couldn't breathe, a little tight around the chest.

"Here, here, and you are Malfoy's son? Draco is the name, right?" Fenrir asked.

"Yes, and we need to go home. And why are aunt Elly and Evie sleeping? It is late, and Mr. Remy said you took them; he said that you are a werewolf."

Draco answered with his eyes as big as plates, afraid and yet thrilled. His hands were wringing with apprehension, but in a few more seconds the three children stood by him, holding on to his leg. The boys were examining his long fingernails with great interest, and measuring their heights on his leg. He was very tall, Harry and Draco guessed as tall as their fathers or taller.

His pack watched him with interest; this was a Fenrir unknown to them. Albeit of the boys fear, they wanted him to notice them and to be closer to him. They could not make up their minds. And Fenrir just let them touch, his lips lifting in a smile. He loved their little hands touching and probing, much to his dismay.

Fenrir couldn't believe that he was wasting his time with the children, and he rationalized that he wanted to make Mimi at ease with him. The truth is that he liked the little hands touching and poking him, with interest and with remarkable little fear.

"Son, I will Apparate you near the house, you go back with Arry, or is it Harry?" He bent on his knees and looked straight into Draco's eyes. Both boys took the opportunity to check his eyes, and Draco stretched a hand to touch his fangs. Harry followed suit, and both kissed his cheeks. Fenrir rolled his eyes, his pack would never let this pass.

"Yes, Harry, that's my name, and no, we stay with Mimi." Harry was stubborn, and he could detect the danger, as well as Draco did. Harry would never leave his family behind because he was a good sibling.

"No, you don't have a choice, you need to go back home." Fenrir spoke a bit harshly. But the boys crossed the arms in front of them as if taking a stand. This was unreal.

He heard soft whispers still far away; it was time to run deeper into the land and into the warded area. Damn children, he couldn't leave them alone in the middle of the night these woods were unsafe, and if he stayed, he would be caught. He pulled his magic wand out of the pouch in the chocker around his neck, and swiftly casted a spell. The three children fell asleep at once, and he added them to the sled.

"Fuck," he said aloud, he needed to do something. He was in a quandary, but perhaps, it could work out. He needed to face it, his priorities had changed somewhat. Most of all, he longed to embrace Maggie, he wanted it more than anything else in the entire universe.

He wanted to be around the cubs and to let them hug him. Yes, he had outfoxed himself and realizing this, he laughed aloud. Fenrir laughing? Maybe this was good for them all. Fenrir hadn't laugh since the great tragedy. He bent and kissed the sleeping pixies as he Apparated everyone away.

The rescue party

Grant, Lucius, Remus, and Moody, came into the clearing. Remus sniffed the air, "They were here less than a minute ago, but they are gone." He noticed that Moony was quiet, who knew why? Moony did, he didn't trust Remus.

A/N Hmm, let me know what you think!