"Sinead!" A voice rang out through the forest.

The others all turned to look at Sinead, who sighed, got to her feet and headed off into the trees.

"See you later," she mumbled.

"Bye," Alya called, with an almost pitying look on her face. Patrick however shot a fierce look at Sinead's back as she left and vented his anger by punching Tom.

Sinead stomped through the brambles and undergrowth before coming to a stop. To an onlooker it might have seemed she was alone in the forest, the golden sun shining through the canopy on her long blond hair and pale skin. But a scent of blood, dirt and sweat meant Sinead wasn't at all surprised when a huge, brooding figure stepped into view ahead of her.

"Why can't you get Patrick?" she moaned, as Greyback walked towards her, "He really wants to come, he's jealous."

"Because Patrick's an idiot and you need to show your face."

Sinead rolled her eyes as Greyback grabbed her arm and they disapparated.

It was sunny here too, and the huge manor house before them with its sweeping lawns and long gravel drive almost look picturesque. Almost. But there was no escaping from the feeling of dread that crept over Sinead, as the wrought iron gates parted and the two werewolves marched towards it.

The oak front doors swung open and the cool of the flagstone wall greeted them. Once in the room Greyback picked up pace and left Sinead behind.

"Stay here and look menacing." He said over his shoulder, as he disappeared through a door to the left. Sighing once more, Sinead leaned against the panelled wall, resting her head back against it.

She hated this place and she hated the Death Eaters. There was a time when it was her and her Dad against the world. The pack had freedom to hunt wherever they wanted and do what they wanted. The politics of the rest of the wizarding world didn't matter because the pack weren't human and didn't need to worry about such human things.

But the Voldemort had come back and they had been thrown into war. Greyback, and a few other members of the pack, had said they believed in the Dark Lord's ideals and so the whole pack was now expected to follow them. Of course, it was total bullshit. Greyback didn't care about "purity of blood". After all, he was just a "filthy half-breed", the lowest of the low. No, all he cared about was biting as many humans a possible and recruiting them to the pack. That was the way it had always been, and working with the Death Eaters just meant he had more humans to bite than ever.

So now, working with the Death Eaters, the werewolves were expected to behave a certain way. It was all about keeping up appearances, and that was why Sinead was now stood in the entrance hall to Malfoy Manor leaning against a wall, giving death stares to anyone who passed. As Greyback's effective right-hand man, she had to show her face more and more often at the manor. She wasn't the only one. Other high-ranking members of the pack came in her place occasionally. But to absent for too long would arouse suspicion about the pack's loyalty, and so she did as she was told.

It wouldn't have been so bad if this was all she had to do: stand there and look menacing. But that wasn't the whole description. Standing there in the hallway was like sitting in a waiting room for some unknown fate. Sometimes, she would stand here for hours, then her Dad would reappear and they would leave. But other times, he would appear and call her further into the house. These were the times she feared: The times when her unique skill set would be utilized, and she would be made to bite or even kill someone the Death Eaters needed dealing with. The times when she would have to speak directly to Death Eaters, and, on a handful of occasions, the Dark Lord himself.

An hour of standing there, and Sinead was starting to get bored. She was seriously having to resist the urge to start scratching things into the wood panel walls with her claws. He eyes flicked towards the staircase as she heard a door open at the top of it. A thin boy, a year younger than her and with white blonde hair walked down the stairs.

Sinead continued her blank stare at the opposite wall. She had no interest in winding up the Malfoy boy today. He was half way down the stairs when she suddenly noticed it.

She whipped he head round to look at him. He noticed her look picked up speed as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He tried to walk past her staring straight ahead at the door he was headed for but she grabbed his arm and he snapped round at her.

"Get of me, half-breed," he snarled, trying to pull away but she kept a firm grip.

"Really?" she said, raising an eye-brow, "You wanna go there?"

"What are you talking about?" he spat.

"Well, you're a half-breed too, mate."

Malfoy yanked arm free, and put a hand on Sinead's back pushing her threw a door to the left. She folded her arms as he checked for any on lookers before shutting the door behind them both. They were stood in a cupboard.

"Well this is intimate," she remarked, "People will talk."

"Who told you?" Malfoy demanded. He was a lot taller than her and was trying to use this to intimidate her, "Was it him? You're Father?"

"No one told me! It's obvious, I can smell it on you!"

"So what? You're going to try and torment me about it now? Because-"

"So you admit it."

"What?"

"You're a werewolf."

Malfoy faltered, and for a moment Sinead thought he might be about to burst into tears.

"Yes," he cried, "Yes, okay? I'm a fucking werewolf! Happy now?"

"No, not really." Said Sinead.

Malfoy gave her a look of disbelief and went to leave, bus she stopped him.

"Did he do this? My Dad?"

"Like you didn't know-"

"I didn't," Sinead said, sincerely, "I really didn't. And I'm sorry. I know I always wind you up but I didn't want this for you, I swear. You've got enough bullshit do deal with without this."

Malfoy just looked at her.

"What did you do?" Sinead asked, "Why did he bite you?"

"I'm not talking about this with you!" Malfoy said viciously, looking at her in disgust, "If you know what's good for you you'll keep your mouth shut. My family may have lost some credit but we're still above low-lifes like you."

And with that he left the cupboard and shut the door behind him. Sinead waited for his footsteps to fade before stepping out herself, and resuming her stance by the wall. She waited for another forty minutes before Greyback came back, and the two of them left.