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Revelations and Anxiety

"Lucius, they have the children." Remus' voice was charged with worry.

"I know and I can smell Draco and Mimi, besides the scent of other creatures, I guess they must be the werewolves." Lucius answered; his eyes red, probably from tears.

"How did they get away, wasn't someone watching them?" Lucius asked in a choked voice; the thought of the children being taking by werewolves was foreboding, and darkness had taken hold of his mind.

"Of course they were, Elly was watching them; they must have followed her when she was taken. I can see the tracks of their small feet; they have been running incredibly fast. Remus said that it happened fast." Grant said frustrated and upset.

Grant felt unusually cold and couldn't get warm. The fear of losing his daughter made him weak and vulnerable, and not only had he lost Hermione but also his dear Harry; his little boy who meant so much to him. He had been given a son, one he never expected to have, and losing the two of them at once, and to fearsome, deadly creatures, made him feel hopeless and powerless. Whereas his eyes were moist, he was holding himself together the best he could.

"Who knows where they went, and it is possible that this route might be leading to an Apparation point. The pixies are bound to contact us; though I have faith, I just don't get why they haven't opened a d–" Grant was barely able to stop himself. He had nearly mentioned Mimi's ability to move through space when Moody was present.

"No idea, no idea. It doesn't make sense; we know that Mimi is disobedient and she would have done something by now. Considering that, I believe that whoever took them couldn't have stopped them, unless, unless…" Lucius added.

His mind was not cooperating; the anxiety generated a stream of unbidden horrific images which danced around his brain, in an ending merry-go-around. They worsened the headache tightening its grip around his forehead. Had the werewolves killed them or bitten them? In his mind, nothing good had happened.

He wished that they had stayed in France. Cissy had wanted to spend the season where they were at, and he had to insist in coming back, for the business if he had to be honest. Serpens, his great-grandfather had often reminded him that he didn't need one more Sickle. It was true; their vaults had enough gold to buy an entire nation; consequently, he now fervently wished that they were in the Loire with the children playing around them.

The last months had been the happiest of his life, surrounded by good friends, and loving his Cissy just as when they were newlyweds; this was his entire fault. He had been driven by the greed for more wealth when he didn't need it; he already had all he ever wanted and had been happy.

"Lucius don't even allow your mind to go in a dark place. It does you no good, not at all. Our little enchantress will come through. Whoever took her doesn't know what she can do, and she will protect Draco and Harry, the three of them are safe together. " Moody knew she could do strong magic, not actually sure of what, but he remembered the Aurors coming to check and try to find them sometime before.

And then, there was his secret healing; and the rumors that some inmates had seen a curly hair angel flying around Azkaban; it had happened the same day Lestrange escaped, an angel indeed.

Some had turned to old religions upon the sighting, but he knew better, Mimi the Angel. Rufus had seen her. Malfoy was hiding something about the children, and Moody fully understood that he was still an outsider, and as one had to wait for the trust to be built.

They went back to the Granger's home, and Moody left to come back in the morning light.

Mr. Grey tried to follow their thread but again, the idea of staying alone in the dark forest and what hid inside, was enough to scare him. As to why, he had no idea. He was with the humans, disheartened. He stayed in the place where he had hidden.

At the large drawing room everyone sat near each other. The atmosphere was heavy with sadness and anxiety, albeit the women were not crying, and in general they were all holding their emotions in a tight rein.

"Mother, you fainted when you heard Fenrir's name. Is there something you might want to share with us?" Grant asked, so far nothing from the children; he felt his skin tight around him, and the cold wouldn't go away from his body, he was nearly frozen inside. It was very cold.

Lucius had gone out with Remus on their brooms, Grant could fly already but wasn't proficient to flight at night and between the trees, and besides, he wanted to stay to watch over the house.

Paul sat with his wife and whispered something in her ear.

"Yes love you are right, I should tell them." Marguerite directed her words to the people sitting in the room, "I know what I am going to tell you will come as a great shock to most of you. It took me years before I could even remember." She addressed the group.

Grant listened attentively, Narcissa sat on one side, and Jeanie, sat to his right. They were all tense and their eyes were fixed upon Marguerite.

"My mother was quite young when she married my father. I understand her parents didn't want to approve the union, but she was stubborn and told them she would run away with him. This was unheard of, after all in her family the females always complied, and the reason was simple, they always obeyed their Alpha, it was a compulsion; thus, they attributed her rebellion to her human heritage."

"Their Alpha, what kind of Alpha," Grant asked appearing puzzled, "I don't understand."

Narcissa's eyes opened with recognition, and she blabbed, "A wolf, was your mother a werewolf?" Narcissa appeared horrified.

"No, not a werewolf, a shifter, they could change at will, whenever, wherever, not at the whims of a full moon. They came from royalty, from the time of the portals, and they hid it from the Wizarding world, it was a well-kept secret." She looked at the room, and noticed that all eyes were on her.

"My father blocked the wolf in all of us, at birth, and this caused my mother terrible distress. They would only argue over that point. My mother married when she was barely seventeen, and she loved my father more than her own life; whenever father was at home my mother would blossom. I remember my grandparents wanting to take us when the wars picked up speed, but they would not bring him unless he would give up his ways." She dried tears that would not stop coming.

"Fenrir was my godfather and my mother's younger sibling. He was born a couple years before I was. He often came to talk with my father and asked him to change, to no avail. We wanted to be able to be like my uncle, to shift at will, our cousins and other relatives all did, but father said it was wrong, that the Wizarding society would think less of us. And it would be bad for him to have a family, which others would consider to be werewolves." She was terribly upset and had to take a break.

"Fenrir must be hurt; after the massacre of my family I forgot to look for them, and when I remembered, you were around ten." She looked at Grant.

"We traveled to the place that I remembered from my past." She couldn't talk any more, the sadness was overwhelming, and Paul held her into his chest, gently patting her back.

For the first time, Narcissa noticed how young Marguerite looked. Her hair was down, and she had make up, it was as if she had glamour to make her age, and in her grief she had forgotten to apply it. Grant's mother barely looked in her thirties, under the light of the room.

She wondered if there were more to the Grangers than she had ever imagined. She had always believed shifters were legends; there were many legends, of angelus, of dragons, demons, the fey and other like creatures... but apparently they were more than a legend.

She had read about shifters that now hid from Magical humans, were one of many that had come from another place; and the Magical humans had come from intermarriages with some of their kind. The Healer Pixies was one of those stories, of beings that did not exist in this world.

However, if the stories were true, then Draco had made a fantastic match. She smiled and thought; leave it to a Malfoy to make a catch at the tender age of four.

The Captives

Fenrir made a choice without giving it more thought. He remembered his father's teachings and realized how far he had strayed. Other wolves had created werewolves for longer remember, while others were like his father, shun the moon bound savage creatures; however, those who created werewolves, wanted large packs to rule and cause havoc and destruction amongst humans. Fenrir wanted to recapture the old ways, and most of all he wanted to feel again.

Once his mind was made up, he woke up Eleanor who started to scream when she saw him, not in fear but in anger.

"How could you have dared to take me, and who the hell are you?" She yelled at him and when she saw the tops of the other children's heads, tucked under the blankets and sleeping in the bed with her, she went crazy.

"What did you to them? Oh my god, you also took Evie, are you a madman? I am pregnant, did you give me any drugs, err, potions?" The words were escaping her lips like wild horses.

Fenrir was wondering if he had done the right thing taking her. She reminded him of his godmother, when she was angry and her eyes shone in wild fury. His godfather would go hunting whenever she was unhappy with him. "Son, an irate female is best to be left alone. She will eventually cool and will be warm and forgiving."

His grand-niece was rather pretty; she was his flesh and blood; the knowledge filled him with love and made him smile like a fool. Feisty females were a joy, and his sister Helena had been a rebel who chose to follow her heart and always made him happy.

His smile, not a nasty one, brought her screams to a halt. "Why are you smiling, you, you monster? I remember now, there was a wolf, are you a werewolf?" She asked with a curious voice.

"Ah, very perceptive, and let's address your questions. Are you pregnant?" He had a sardonic look about him.

"Yes, I said I was, didn't you hear me?" She half-sat in the bed.

Fenrir got closer to Elly and sniffed her belly. "You carry two cubs, they are wolves; how can this be?" He appeared baffled.

"Two? Are they? Can you tell their sex?" And for a minute her anger was forgotten.

"Two boys, wait, I am wrong, a boy and a girl. You have two cubs. You are very special, may I?" He stretched his hand towards her belly.

For the first time Eleanor looked at the man carefully. He was in his thirties, very tall, around 6' 8", (2.4 meters) built like a football player, no excess mass, yet broad in the shoulders. He dressed all in black, in a thick jumper and woolen trousers.

When he smiled, she noticed his sharp canines; large enough to scare her, and he had awfully long nails, dark colored, nearly claws; aside from that, he was rather handsome. His hair was colored in strands of silver, black and speckles of white. His mien was of a hard, cold person; however, he looked at her with warm affection. Not possible, she thought.

"Yes, go ahead, " she heard herself saying. Strange, she thought because she had really wanted to tell him to go to hell.

His hand sat on top of her lower belly, not sensually, instead lovingly as a caring relative would do. Upon touching, his hand acquired a brilliant glow, blue, yellow, and a light purple. He laughed when the colors mixed to form a shinny silver glow, and his laughter sounded joyous.

"You have two very magical cubs they will change to wolves after birth. Who is the father, Remus Lupin?" he asked, while he respectfully caressed her belly, and still smiled while he talked to her. His caresses were soothing and made her feel safe.

"How do you know?" She looked surprised. "Have you been spying on us?"

"I can smell Remus on you. As to your other question, I am a wolf, not a werewolf." He smiled wider, a shinny grin that made her open up to him. He wondered why the babes' wolves weren't blocked. He would figure it out later.

"Who are you?" Her face was questioning, but no longer apprehensive.

"I am your mother's uncle, Fenrir Greyback, and you would be my grandniece." He took her hand, in between his, "You are precious to me, you are a Greyback, and in your womb you carry our future." He caressed her hand tenderly, his eyes full of love.

He placed his hand on her cheek, and grinned again. "I haven't seen a Greyback newborn for nearly forty years." He kissed the top of her hand.

It made Elly warm inside, full of tenderness, a made her wish to hug this giant of a man. She should be afraid, but she wasn't, for now, she squeezed his hand.

Nevertheless, his outrageous statement made Elly laugh, and she looked at him as if he was mad. "I am not stupid, have you seen yourself in the mirror? You must be at the oldest thirty five, and that is pushing it."

"No, I assure you I am not. I was born in 1927; my sister Helena was sixteen years older than I was. She met your grandfather while we were walking in the country side, she was pushing my perambulator, and turned rebellious at once."

He sat next to Elly and made her lean on his shoulder while her twisted his hand in her short curls, playing with them as if they were coiled springs, and chuckling once in a while.

"She married at 17, and I was but one year old. Your mother was born less than half year later, and I was her godparent. So, I grew up with Anne Marguerite, sort of like her brother. I am 56 years old. Your grandfather was Gellert Grindelwald. I thought that I was the last of the Greybacks until a few months ago. I just found out your are Maggie's daughter, and you cannot imagine how it gladdens my heart." He moved away to look at her eyes.

She couldn't believe him but the more she thought about it, the more that it made sense.

"So if you knew that why did you take us?" She sat up and saw the white blond head, the child with spectacles, and Mimi's curly mane. " . . .as well?" She enunciated each world.

"Oh my god, Frankie, he is not here? My poor mother, Grant, his wife, the Malfoys, they must be going crazy. We already lost them once, and it nearly killed my parents. What have you done? At least Frankie is not here." She rambled on.

He stepped back feeling her anger, it was a sight to see, but nevertheless, it was best to be cautious.

She grabbed the front of his jumper, pulled him towards her, and pointed her finger unto his chest, she was angry again and her hair flew around her; she growled, snarled and showed him her teeth; as she often did; it used to make Evan laugh.

She wasn't even aware of her gestures, and Fenrir let out a joyful guffaw. She was an adorable young wolf, and he wanted to hug her. If she would be able to shift, he would give her a merry chase and play with her.

The Greyback temperament with a touch of Gellert's, what a combination; and there was also a gentler streak, probably her father's.

He had determined that there was very little Muggle blood in her, if any. He found it disconcerting; it begged the question, why did they live like Muggles?

"Aunt Elly, a bad, robber, kind of nice wolf maybe an uncle, but he stole us." It was Mimi.

She came from under the blankets, sat in the bed, and came towards her, crawling in all fours. "We need to escape, I'll open a door, let's go, fast."

"Where are you going young pup?" Fenrir stopped her, and with one hand around her belly, lifted her up in the air, but Hermione was angry as a wolverine, and she kicked and struggled, and even bit the air trying to get Fenrir, while he laughed raucously.

"Let me down bad Mr. Wolf," she ordered him while she squirmed and wriggled. "Or I'll have to do a sparkly or somefing like it." She looked at him defiantly, also showing her teeth, just like her father, and her aunts when they were angry.

"What is a sparkly?" He teased her, his face showing a pretend fear he didn't feel.

"This, " she touched his arm and discharged a painful shock, releasing sparks of magic.

"Damn," he screamed when he felt the nasty sting and dropped her on the bed, but at the same time, rolled her in her back, and tickled her tummy. It had been painful and a surprise, but not worse than a pup's sharp nip, maybe a little worse.

"You are bad pup, aren't you?" He grinned, and Hermione giggled.

"No, I'm not bad, and I am not a pup. Can't you see? I am a little witch. You asked me what was a sparkly, so I showed you; and 'asides you are a children's stealer." She told him nonchalantly.

"So Miss Mimi, who are your mommy and daddy?"

"I cannot talk to strangers." She held her lips tight and gave him the, 'I won't talk look,' and Eleanor's lips twitched trying to hold back a smile; she knew better.

"I am not a stranger, ask your Aunt, I am sort of a grandfather." He looked at Hermione right on the eye.

"No, you are not that old," Hermione had crossed her arms, but moved closer to him. She uncrossed her arms, stretched her hand and touched his hand by tapping on it. He was aware but pretended not to notice, even when her hand moved to his lip to lift it and observe his long canine teeth. Her eyes moved around analytically, and she twisted her mouth from side to side. She started to touch, gingerly, the pointy fangs' tips to test their sharpness.

At that point, Elly had to cover her mouth not to laugh.

Hermione thought that she liked this tall, bad wolf, even if he had taken them. There was something about him that she liked, like with Mr. Remi. She liked wolves and she thought that they were nice. They looked familiar.

She could see the wolf inside, just like she had seen the one in Mr. Remi, but this wolf was bigger and nicer.

"Ah, but I am, I just look like this. So tell me, is your father your Aunt's brother, or is your mommy your aunt's sister?"

"My father, Dr. Grant Granger, is my auntie Elly's brother, and Mr. Remi is her, hmm, her boyfriend, I think. Elly is for Eleanor, right Aunt Elly?"

Not waiting for a response she continued coming closer to Fenrir and sat on her calves, right in front of him and touched his face, caressing his cheek. He loved the feeling of the small hand upon his skin; it felt like cooling rain, it filled him with some forgotten feeling, one that he wished to recapture once more.

"Aunt Elly's sister is aunt Maddy. Elly is for Eleanor, but she thinks is ugly. My mommy's sister is auntie Kelly. She is marrying Rabas, but I think hmm maybe she is married . And I like wolves a lot, hmm, but I not sure why." She appeared a bit puzzled. And Elly worried for a minute, worried that Mimi would disclose any names that Fenrir might recognize.

Fenrir laughed again, "I am glad you didn't tell me too much." He poked her belly, and Elly rolled her eyes. Children, she thought, so much for strangers and secrets.

It was no wonder though, she could see the empathy between the two of them, a clear connection.

"Hmm, so, how is Harry your brother? " Fenrir asked, and Elly swiftly moved to put her hand across Mimi's mouth.

"Darling, don't answer that question." Elly whispered as her heart beat wildly; she remembered what Remus had told her about Fenrir. Fenrir had bitten him when he was but a child, and he also worked for the Dark Lord; hence, under no circumstances, should he be told about Harry.

Fenrir decided not to push; he would find out soon enough.

"Please let us go, if my mother is your sister, you must take us back." Eleanor pleaded.

Fenrir ignored her request and instead sought her eyes, "I think you must know, I want to reopen our homestead, it has been ours for over one thousand years. For forty years, the survivors and I have lived like nomads. You and your families belong there; it is your rightful place. You would be there if your grandfather Gellert Grindelwald hadn't ki—."

He stopped when he noticed Hermione's eyes; she had been paying attention, and for an unknown reason she had looked at him strangely after he mentioned Grindelwald. He decided it was his imagination. Or wast it? Mimi had called Gellert, opa and grandfather.

Besides, he was less than sure that Gellert had done it, damn it, he had to see him. He needed to discuss with Gellert what he had seen; he couldn't bear any more harm coming to his family. And if it Gellert was innocent, the murderer was out there, and his family was vulnerable,

Nevertheless, he should watch what he said around the children. He remembered what had happened for not dressing after shifting. His father had always pressed that point, especially after going to Hogwarts, humans were modest. Furthermore, he needed to watch himself and learn once again.

"My grandfather Grindelwald? What did he do to you?" He made a slight shake of the head, "Ah, better tell me later," Elly pointed at the children, specifically to Hermione, and he nodded. By now, Draco and Harry were waking up.

"Where are we?" Draco whispered, and his eyes lit at seeing Elly. Both young wizards shook off the blankets and started crawling towards her.

"Aunt Elly, careful, Mr. Wolf is a children's robber, like in the telly." Harry pointed his finger at Fenrir.

"Take us home." Both asked at the same time..

"Do you think your mother would want to see me after, you know?"

Fenrir looked at the children and appeared concerned. Maggie of the fiery temper would not be happy with him; to be sure, this time he had really made a mess. What if she forbade him be around them? He should have waited to observe them more.