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There will be a change of point of view in this chapter and it will be in Third person

Chapter 3

Harriet sat up on the couch as she jerked awake in a heavy pant the exact moment a clap of thunder echoed in the night sky. Her whole body was shaking as she brought a hand up to her face and touched her cheeks to feel that they were stained with tears. Harriet wasn't really surprised that she had been crying in her sleep; chances were that she was screaming as well.

Ever since that horrible night a little over a year ago, Harriet would always wake up screaming, crying and even in cold sweat from nightmares; most of which contained the rape. Most of the time Vernon would march into the bedroom to tell Harriet to shut up but other times she would just get ignored. As expected Vernon and Petunia were unhappy with their son but also did nothing to help Harriet; ether by magic or taking her to the hospital.

Outside the wind was beginning to calm, the rain began to dim and the thunder was further away. The storm would be over soon and Harriet was thankful. While she rather liked the sounds of nature, her nightmares always seemed worst during a storm. It was like Harriet was cursed that one night by something she didn't know. Now that the storm was leaving the area her dreams would be better and she would sleep peacefully.

Sighing to herself, Harriet a hand to rubbed her tried eyes before grabbing her glasses that laid on the coffee table. Pushing her glasses up her nose, Harriet turned her head in the direction of the clock to check the time. It was already ten fifteen at night. Harriet had only been sleeping for seventy-five minutes and there was still no sign of the babysitter. Although, just as Harriet stood up off the couch to stretch, three hard knocks on the door caught her attention.

Harriet frowned and sighed softly in dismay. She had really hoped that the babysitter was never going to show up because that way she could have the house to herself for once. Instead it turned out that he was just over an hour late. What was almost against her will, Harriet slowly made her way over to the door, dreading to see one of the many death eaters that she both feared and hated.

~Fenrir's P.O.V~

The storm was starting to let up by the time I walked up to the Dursley's house. It was still very cloudy and, being almost ten-thirty, made it even darker than it normally is at this time of night. This wasn't much of a problem for me, as I have been able to see in the dark for many years. The rain was still falling from the sky and I was soaked from head to toe. Although, after living in the woods for many years, that rain didn't bother me all too much.

As I walked up to the front door of the Dursley house I noticed how quiet everything was. I could see the lights on through the living room window but there was no one in the room. The Dursley's must have left already, having left their little squib all along in the house. I grinned at the thought of the young squib and remembered when I met her for first time four years ago and I was curious if she would remember me. Seeing as I could remember her it would be rude not to remember me.

There was a small piece of roof that hung above the door which blocked out the rain. I gave my body a quiet shake to rid myself of the most of the water in attempt to dry myself off. I was still a little damp but dry enough so I wouldn't make a mess of the Dursley's carpeted floor. Not that I really cared if they got mad at me or not. There was no way the Dursley's could lay a single finger on me without getting their inter hand ripped off.

Just when I was about to knock on the door a loud, shill, female screamed caught my attention. I quickly went to the living room window to see someone sitting up on the couch; it was the Potter girl. Ignoring the rain that continued to hit down on me, I grinned as I watched her body shake and shiver as if something had scared her. Most possibly a nightmare as I that girl was the only one in the living room, dead or alive.

I smirked as the girl began looking around. I pulled my attention away and walked back to the door. Again I gave my body a quick shake to dry off as much as I could. Normally I hated people pouting out my wolf like nature, such as shaking myself to get dry, but I hated using towels even more; I don't like how they feel on my head.

Grinning wider in excitement I raised my hand and knocked hard on the three time. I could heard movement from behind the door and I licked my lips slowly. Let the fun begin.

~Normal P.O.V~

After disarming the locks that kept the muggles from breaking in, Harriet punched in the magical security code that instantly alerted the Dursley family when a wizard entered their house uninvited. The Dursley's had very little trust in their fellow death eaters but that was mostly do to the fact that they couldn't stop bad mouthing so many of them.

The Dursley's had bad mouthed about certain death eaters to other death eaters, who would turn around and tell that member what was being said about them. The Dursley's would also insult certain members to their faces, instantly making them their enemy. Vernon would even talk badly about Lucius Malfoy, one of Harriet's babysitters, souly because Lucius had more respect at the Ministry than he did. The young squib didn't understand why her aunt and uncle used their house as a death eater base when they made so many enemies.

"Hello?" Harriet asked in a respectful yet timid tone. Harriet had been taught long ago to respect other death eaters as nether Vernon or Petunia would save her if that eater eater wished to kill her; and the moment Harriet opened the door she knew she had to be really careful as this was no ordinary death eater.

Behind the door stood a man that Harriet had not seen since she was ten years old. She had seen him a few times when he came for the meetings but she only seen him face to face once. It was a few months after Harriet moved into the spare bedroom upstairs that she met the man. It had been an accident that they had meet but there was nothing ether could do about it now.

The man was Fenrir Greyback, one of the men that Harriet's aunt and uncle insulted and complained about. Even though she was a squib, Harriet was allowed to know about magic and all its creatures. This is what allowed her to know that Fenrir Greyback was a werewolf but he wasn't a normal werewolf.

According to her aunt, Fenrir Greyback was a man that hated humanity and was determined to build a werewolf army so big that it took over the wizarding world. He had become cannibalistic and took to biting young children in hopes to raise the child to hate wizards like him. (1) After meeting him, Vernon would often threaten to feed Harriet to Fenrir if she ever disobeyed him again.

Because of his reputation of attacking children both Dudley and Harriet were forced to stay in their rooms whenever Fenrir came for a meeting, most of the time by Voldemort's orders. The Dursley parents had a habit of insulting Fenrir and, because it was well known that he attacked the children of the parents that angered him, they had to hide Dudley from him. As for Harriet, it was well known that Fenrir liked the flesh of teenaged girls and the Dursley's didn't want to go through the trouble of getting a new slave.

When Harriet first saw the man she knew, without knowing who he was, that he was dangerous. His appearance alone had shown that he was anything but human. With one look at his inhuman sharp teeth, piecing blue eyes, rigged face, hairy chest and sharp finger nails Harriet knew he was the man her aunt often complained about; she knew he was a werewolf. She was just thankful that the werewolf didn't have time to touch her that one night four years ago.

"Hello love, remember me?"

(1) No where does it say that Fenrir EATS children. He BITES them in hopes to turn them into werewolves. Check out his wiki information if you don't believe me