Chapter 19
Remus, Sirius, and Dobby waited in front of the cell they used for scanning while Charles and Harry sat in the control room listening to the conversation between Voldemort and Greyback.
"I want you and your pack to accompany Bella to Azkaban," Voldemort said. "When they get the signal from Bella, the dementors will turn on the guards and you'll be able to free all the prisoners. Give everyone the opportunity to join me. If they refuse, kill them."
"When do you want this done?" Greyback asked.
"Tonight."
Greyback nodded. "I'll have my pack here at 11:00."
"Don't fail me, Greyback. I'm beginning to grow impatient with incompetence."
"I won't fail, my lord."
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"Harry," Charles said. "When I transport Greyback to the dungeon, I want you to take over the controls. I have to go down and help Remus and Sirius."
Harry nodded. "Okay."
Charles worked at the control panel for a moment, waiting for Greyback to leave the manor. When he stepped outside the door, Charley pressed a button, and the werewolf was bound, shoulder to ankles, in heavy chains. He immediately pressed another, and a red beam hit the werewolf in the chest. Rather than stunning him, however, it just made him angry.
"Damn!" Charles said, as Greyback began to howl. "Silencio!" he muttered, turning a knob, and then slamming his palm down on the button again.
The werewolf quieted, but not before Bella had rushed out to see what the noise was. When she saw the chained man, she drew her wand.
Charles quickly pressed another button, and Greyback disappeared from the monitor. Bella turned and ran into the manor.
"Follow her back into the room and keep a watch on them," Charles said, getting up and going to the door. Harry slid into his seat in front of the panel. "I'll be back soon," Charles said.
"Be careful, Granddad."
Charles smiled. "Oh, don't worry. I will." He left the room.
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When Greyback appeared in the cell, he was immediately stripped and scanned. Dobby took his clothes and wand to the storage room while Sirius and Remus pointed their wands at the bound werewolf.
Greyback took a moment to take in his surrounding, and then he looked at the two men. "They said you were dead," he said to Sirius.
"That was just a ruse so I could tour with my band as Stubby Boardman," he said.
Remus snickered, and Greyback turned his gaze on him. "Ahh, my little Remus," he said, almost affectionately. "You've grown up."
Remus didn't answer.
"I can remember when you were just a child; so sweet, so innocent, so frightened of the big, bad wolf."
"Shut up," Sirius said, sending a stunner into the cell. It had no affect, and Greyback ignored it.
"I wanted you to be mine," the prisoner continued. "I wanted to raise you as my son; teach you the ways of the pack; have you grow into something more than –"
"I said, shut-up!" Sirius said, sending another stunning curse.
"It's all right, Sirius," Remus said. "His words have no effect on me."
"Do you remember that night, Remus?" his voice was gentle. "The night I found you in the woods outside your house?
"Vaguely," Remus answered. "You seemed so much bigger then. Of course, I was just a child."
"Yes, a child," Greyback said, smiling. "A lovely pink-cheeked child with golden hair. Ah, you were a beauty."
Sirius grinned at Remus. "Should I leave you two alone?"
Remus grinned back. "No, I'm not his type anymore. I grew up."
Charles entered the room and, like Remus and Sirius, pointed his wand at the prisoner. "Are we ready to transport him to his cell?"
"He's all yours," Remus said.
Suddenly, Greyback vanished from the scanning cell. They followed him to his new one.
"We'll remove the chains now," Charles said, and suddenly they were gone.
Greyback looked down at himself. "Intriguing," he said. "Do you do that with your mind?"
"Something like that. Why don't you get dressed now? There's a robe on the bed."
Greyback turned his head to glance at the bed behind him, then turned back to the men, looking at them through the small openings of the mesh screen. "I think I'll stay like this," he said. "It feels more natural."
"Suit yourself," Charles said. "And have a pleasant day." He and the others turned to go when they heard a yelp coming from inside the cell.
"What have you done?" asked Greyback angrily, holding his injured hand against his body protectively.
"Oh, sorry," Charles said. "I forgot to mention that the screen and walls are plated with silver, so you probably don't want to touch them."
Greyback went over to the bed and tried to pick up the mattress. When it didn't budge, he grabbed the few things in the cell that weren't permanently attached and threw them at the mesh screen: the pillow, robes, blanket, sheets, toothbrush, soap, and finally the toilet paper. "Let me out of here!" the werewolf shouted.
Ignoring him, the three men turned and walked away.
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"So, Harry," Charles said. "Now that you're relaxed, close your eyes again. This time, I want you to create some sort of barrier in your mind—something impenetrable; something that no one can get through. Make it so real that you would recognize it as yours if you saw it in reality."
They were in the Room of Requirement again, sitting in the gazebo overlooking the ocean. Charles sat in front of Harry, watching him.
"Have you created the barrier?"
Harry nodded.
"Now, place a powerful guardian in front of that barrier. It can be anything that will protect someone from getting to the barrier."
After a few moments, Charles asked, "Have you got it?" At Harry's nod, he said, "Then I'm going to go into your mind just to see. I'm not going to try to break through or anything, I just want to see what is guarding your mind. All right?"
Harry opened his eyes and nodded again. "Legilimens," Charles said, and gently entered Harry's mind.
He found himself standing in a long, narrow passage. The walls, floor, and ceiling were stone. There were no doors, windows, or stairs. Walls surrounded him on three sides. His only choice was to go forward, down the dark hallway.
After a few moments, he suddenly found his way blocked. In front of him was a wall of solid white marble that reached from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. In the center, a large portrait of Lily had been carved. In her arms, she held a baby protectively. Her marble eyes gazed down lovingly at the child in her arms. On both sides of the oval portrait, two beautiful lilies had been etched into the marble. In front of the wall stood three animals: a large stag, a massive black dog, and a gray wolf. One man stood among the animals guarding the wall: Charles Potter, dressed in battle gear, brandishing the sword of Godric Griffindor. Carved in the wall above the portrait, in bold letters, were the words: And he shall have power that the Dark Lord knows not.
"Granddad Charley!"
Suddenly he was pulled out of Harry's mind, where he found Dobby shaking his shoulder.
"Granddad Charley, you must come to the prison! The bad werewolf is breaking the bars!"
Charles stood up quickly. "Harry, go to the control room. I'm going to need your help. Dobby, get Sirius and Remus to Greyback's cell as quickly as possible."
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In his cell, Greyback had torn the sheets into strips and wrapped them around his hands and feet. He had placed the pillow against the mesh. Lying on the floor, using the stone bed for leverage, he was pressing his feet against the pillow. The mesh had bent outward, pulling it away from the floor, creating a space almost large enough to crawl through.
"Chains!" Charles shouted, as he ran toward the cell. Remus and Sirius were running behind him.
Suddenly, Greyback was once again encased in heavy chains, but this did not stop him from pushing against the mesh.
"Levitate him to the bed!" Charles shouted again, and Greyback floated off the floor and onto the bed, where he immediately rolled off and began pushing himself back toward the mesh.
"Damn it! We've got to chain him to the wall," he said to the others. "I'll be back. Do whatever you have to do to keep him in that cell."
Charles ran to the control room and Harry moved so he could slide into the seat in front of the panel. In less than a minute, he had Greyback back on the bed, his wrists and ankles chained to the walls. His body stretched tightly, arms over his head and legs unable to bend. "We've got to get him out of here before the full moon," Charles told Harry. "These cells should be strong enough to hold a werewolf, but that man is different. He's physically stronger and more powerfully resistant to magic than other werewolves, and he's insane. I need to contact Albus."
"It's only five days until the full moon," Harry said.
"I know, Harry. We've got to do something quickly."
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"I want that monster out of here, Albus!" Charles shouted. "Parsons is head of the DMLE! Why won't he take him?"
"Because he's afraid Voldemort will break him out of Azkaban, Charles. The dementors aren't trustworthy. There's no where to keep him that's secure enough."
"Well, he can't stay here! There are too many people here trusting us to keep them safe, Albus."
"Do you not think the cells will hold him?"
"He almost escaped this morning."
"What if you replaced the mesh with stone?"
Charles sighed and shook his head. "I don't like the idea that he's in such close proximity to Harry. Look what he did to Remus when he was just a child. If anything like that happened to Harry—"
Albus patted his arm. "We'll see if we can find a solution, Charles. In the mean time—"
"Before the full moon, Albus," he said, glaring into the man's eyes. "If he's not out of here before the full moon, I'm going to put him down."
"You can't do that, Charles. That's murder."
Charles stood up and walked out of the room. Albus sighed and transported back to Hogwarts.
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Charles entered the control room where Harry sat monitoring the screen.
"Harry, pull up a map of the Atlantic Ocean," he said. "We have less than 5 days to find a deserted island that's a thousand miles from any ship routes or other land masses. This is going to take a while, but it's our top priority right now."
Harry looked at his grandfather in surprise. "A thousand?"
Charles grinned at him. "Well, somewhere in that vicinity."
"What are you going to do?" he asked, pulling up the map.
"We're going to put Greyback somewhere he can't escape from and will never be found."
"Are you going to put the fidelius charm on the island?"
"Absolutely. Harry, I'll take over here. Sirius, Remus, and Moody are waiting for you in the Safe Haven to practice war games with the DA.
"All right, Granddad," he said, getting up quickly. "I'll see you later."