June 1994
It happened so quickly. So close to her. The warm, hot, breath of a that escaped from a monstrous mouth. The smell of blood in the air. The way the young boy looked at her as color drained from his face.
And all she could do was watch. She used to grimace at the sight - but no longer.
She knew that there was no use mourning the boy as soon as his eyes lost life.
"I don't get why you do this every week and make me watch. It bothers me," she admitted.
"Get used to it," The creature arose. His grey matted hair flew wildly in the wind. "Does it really matter if this one died? He's just a muggle. No use to us, no use to society."
"Do you really like the taste of blood so much?"
His smile gleamed so brightly under the moon, which hadn't reached it's full phase.
"No, you're still disgusted. It makes your skin crawl, doesn't it cupcake? Your skin's so pale, I can see the green on your face so obviously, even when you keep a straight face," He cupped the young girl's face in his hand, "If you think this is something, wait 'til you meet your father. This is all part of your training. And daddy's building a new world atop bodies like these. Useless. Do you think a snake should care about its prey after it releases venom into the body?"
"...no, I guess not. I'm sorry Master Greyback." The young girl's heart was beating so quickly, and Fenrir Greyback could tell. You didn't need to be an animal to smell the fear on this girl.
"Let's head back home, shall we?"
The wind howled loudly, piercing the everyone's ears.
"She's not like her father, not dark like her father. She's coming along on her dueling skills and everything, but she's not just not getting why this is necessary. She doesn't understand the scum of the earth, no matter how many times I try to show her," Greyback complained.
"Well I suggest you hurry up and make her. Everything needs to be perfect before the Dark Lord meets her in real life. Am I making myself clear, wolf? Why he assigned you with the task of raising her, I will never know. She would've been more fit if we had assigned Lucius and Narcissa to do it. But we had to take all precautions in order to keep her a secret," a man, snarled from underneath a black cloak.
Fenrir's veins were throbbing.
"Look, if you had to condition her mind, you wouldn't think it was so easy," he spat.
"Oh please, you've received enough compensation for this task. You have the rest of this summer to prepare her. There's been a change of plans since his rebirth."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Fenrir's eyes were glowing grey, and cold.
"She'll be attending Hogwarts the next semester," the man replied.
"What do you mean?" Fenrir roared. "All these years, keeping her away from every newspaper, history book mentioning her father, shielding her away from children who tell her nightmares about daddy, and you want to send her to -"
"Direct orders from daddy, himself."
Fenrir put his fangs away, and glared into the darkness as the man disappeared.
