AN: Written for the Emotions Challenge – Annoyed, Character Appreciation Week Challenge - Fenrir Greyback, Diagon Alley II Bingo - #28 Lycanthropy, and the What Does This Remind You Of? Challenge!

Famous Witches and Wizards Cards Challenge: 1,030

Rating: T (Language and mentions of violence)

Summary: Alecto shoves a lot of her duties onto Fenrir Greyback. This time, it is the task of looking after Draco Malfoy.

Listen Young Cub

"Greyback!"

Fenrir let out a low growl at the nagging voice. Alecto Carrow seemed to think that she could summon him whenever she wanted—like he was a dog. He briefly wondered what she wanted, but the irritation of being addressed so callously made thinking difficult.

He was a werewolf, and that seemed to make it okay for the dim-witted cow to disrespect him. It should have been the opposite way around.

"What?" he asked, keeping himself in check for the sake of his pack. The Dark Lord had promised great things for them if they served him. That was the only reason Fenrir put up with the likes of Alecto Carrow.

"The Dark Lord wants Draco Malfoy to have a close eye kept on him. His father has failed quite a few times… The Dark Lord does not wish for his weak influence to affect Draco. After all, his task is important," she said.

"What does this have to do with me?" he asked. He hoped that the answer wasn't what he thought it was going to be.

"I want you to keep an eye on young Draco," she said with a smirk. Fenrir wanted to slap it off of her face. He was being assigned to babysit a spoiled pureblood child. "You see, I have other, more important things to attend to." She was still wearing a smug, self-satisfied expression… and that pissed him off.

Think of the benefits for the pack, not yourself.

"Where is he?" he asked, hiding his smirk at the way Alecto jumped at his growl.

"In the back room, for now," she answered, quickly recovering herself.

Without bothering to ask any more questions, or excuse himself properly, Fenrir left the room, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

He entered the back room to find a bored looking Draco Malfoy. The boy's eyes flicked up to look at the newcomer—it was rather comical to see the way he immediately straightened up upon seeing who had entered. This may actually be fun.

"Alecto said to keep an eye on you," he said, and then just for the comedy-value he added, "Do not misbehave." He had kept his tone threatening on purpose, and it had exactly the effect he desired.

"I won't," replied Draco. Fenrir was surprised to hear that the boy's voice was steady, even though the fear rolling off of him was an assault on the werewolf's nostrils. His response could actually be deemed as impressive given the pathetic standards he had for wizards.

The way the young Malfoy held himself was indicative of his upbringing, and it reminded him of the way the cubs in his pack tried to show him that they were brave. He felt himself soften at the thought of them and looked at the blond in a slightly more generous light. It wasn't his fault that one of the main influences in his life came from his parents, who were only too happy to spoil him. Perhaps he could even teach the boy a thing or two whilst he was supervising him.

"Good," he said. "You do realise why you are here?"

Draco nodded and said, "I am of the understanding that the Dark Lord is not pleased with some recent events."

"That's correct. The Dark Lord wants you and your father to be separate, for however long he sees fit, so he does not spoil you. I wish to teach you a lesson or maybe even a few; you seem far too sheltered to execute the task the Dark Lord has assigned you," he said with an eyebrow raised, daring the boy to reject his offer.

"What kind of lessons?" asked Draco, slowly.

"I think the first one should be how to kill someone—that is your task after all," he answered with a grin. Upon seeing the boy pale further than his usual skin tone he added, "I will only be telling you how it should be done; unfortunately, I cannot give you a practical demonstration."

Draco nodded, looking relieved. How on earth was this boy supposed to murder one of the most powerful wizards there ever was?

"To start off, you stalk your prey and watch their every move. Then, when you know their habits and have recognised any patterns in their behaviour, you wait. Once you spot a moment of vulnerability, you strike. I would recommend going straight for the throat and tearing it out—"

However, before Fenrir could finish his descriptions of what to do next, the door to the room slammed open and in walked a horrified Rodolphus Lestrange.

"What on earth did I just hear?" he demanded.

"I was teaching young Draco here about how you kill somebody since he has been tasked with it," he answered easily.

"That is not how wizards do things and you were not the one that was supposed to supervise Draco."

"You're right," said Fenrir. "However, I was of the belief that you wizards wanted to be… unchained—that you did not want to have to hide yourselves any longer—"

"We do not, but that doesn't mean that we wish to be so unreserved that it is improper," countered Rodolphus.

"Wizards aren't meant to be reserved or put in chains. Neither are werewolves or any other magical beings. It isn't good for us."

Rodolphus nodded at his argument, showing his agreement.

"Oh and you were also right about me not being the one who should have been supervising your nephew. Alecto Carrow seemed to have something she needed to attend to so she gave the job to me."

Judging by Rodolphus' facial expression, Alecto was in a lot of trouble.

"I assume that I am being relieved of my duties?" he asked, not bothering to conceal his grin.

Lestrange nodded, tight-lipped and Fenrir allowed himself to leave the room.

The last thing he heard before closing the door behind him was, "Your Aunt Bella will want to deal with Alecto Carrow; leaving you with a half breed was completely irresponsible."

The name-calling didn't bother Fenrir. He was just glad that Carrow was going to get exactly what she deserved.