Fenrir wasn't in a particularly good mood when he asked August to go with him to a small magic folks village. It was a bit of a way but they had something he needed. A library.
August hadn't asked questions and Fenrir could almost have smiled over the look on his face when Fenrir explained what he wanted. It was clear his comrade was chalking this up to one more crazy thing Fenrir was doing. They traveled through the air until they made it to the village named Applebottom. This village was enchanted and prohibited air travel. An old precaution against Death Eaters. Thus both August and Fenrir found themselves in front of an open gate outside a thick wall. They walked forward and waited.
Just as Fenrir had suspected the wall was enchanted and sent their information to the local magistrate who came out to see them. He was nearly as big as Fenrir but much cleaner looking and his clothes fit him. His eyes were hard and suspicious but there was no malice in his voice when he spoke to the two shape shifters.
" Help you gents? "
" Just here to pursue information at the library." Fenrir murmured keeping his eyes respectfully down and portraying as meek an air as he could manage. It was he reflected one of the few things he truly missed about being younger before the fury of the werewolf consumed him. He had once been able to pass as a muggle easily. Those days were gone.
He didn't know why but no other shape shifter had taken on the trappings of a werewolf like he had. No one had honed their blood lust until it gnawed at them every single day whether the moon was full or not. No one else could change at will all the way to a monstrous creature that was even more frightening then the average shape shifter.
He fought the urge to smile baring his teeth. No one else's name inspired as much fear as his did to the point stories of him were used like the bogey man to frighten both young and old in the magic world and there had literally been riots when the good folks found out the the Dementers practically escorted him outside and allowed him to escape.
They had let it go. Only because he HAD spent a good amount of time in Prison and there were formulas to keep the children he infected safe from the changes of the full moon. He hadn't been pardoned for any deaths he had caused but the magic world had set itself back after Voldemort had been destroyed. They were tired of killing. They hired huntsmen and held the ministry responsible for shape shifters. Fenrir had been left more or less alone so long as he didn't bring attention to himself and his freedom.
" I'll give you 2 turns of the clock. If you're still here after that I will place both of you under arrest for trespassing." The magistrate said his eyes never leaving Fenrir. " I imagine if I must do that the I must get the Ministry involved."
" More then enough time fine sir, thank you." Fenrir muttered.
He and August stepped past the gate and walked down the road past shops and bars and buildings containing homes. In the middle of the square was a round building of brick and slatted shingles. The windows went from ground to ceiling displaying moving shelves inside each one containing over a hundred volumes. Some so sacred they were locked in place with chains and spells.
Fenrir went to the door and opened it walking in with August behind him. They paused to get their bearings and August took his hat off respectfully.
" No! No, no, no, no!"
Fenrir paused as a short man walked up to him. " No Shape shifters!"
Fenrir frowned at him " Look, we checked in with..."
"No! Nothing here for you!"
Anger woke up deep inside him and he had to fight for a moment to stop himself from back handing this uppity wizard right out the window.
" I just need to look up information..."
" Hah! Can you read hmmmm? Shape shifters don't come skulking about libraries to read!"
Fenrir began mentally counting. He was going to loose it. He was going to kill this arrogant pompous little bastard and then kill whoever else was in here he'd leave every book drenched in blood...
" Give me a book and I'll prove I can read." Fenrir snarled. August shifted stepping back a bit.
" Nicholas! Let these gentlemen through please."
The man in front of them sputtered a moment then with a huff turned and walked off. A tall slender man wearing a turban walked up. He spread his hands " My apologies but some of these books are so very rare that my assistant is sure that the very forces of evil must be after the one of a kind recipe for wizards wine. Please do what you need and if you need help there are quelling pens everywhere at your service."
Fenrir nodded curtly. August sighed and stepped back up to his side as they made their way to the back where the parchment laid out and pens dreamily moved over them.
They sat on either side of the table and Fenrir looked at the parchment for a moment watching the moving pen.
August glanced at him. " So. What are we looking for?"
Fenrir grunted and rubbed his face briefly " I don't know."
August sat back and folded his arms casually studying his nails. He could be patient.
Fenrir rubbed his left arm absently then paused. He leaned towards the pen " Shared birthmarks." He said firmly.
The pen began scribbling hastily a long row of books.
Fenrir blew out a breath annoyed.
" That's about a 100 books. " August said.
" I can count!" Fenrir snapped.
" Involving spells." The pen went off again crossing off books and adding books until the list was down to about 50.
" Involving shape shifters. " The pen crossed off about 20 volumes and added 15 more.
" Were wolves." Ah bingo. The list shrank to 10 volumes. Three of them were considered restricted and not allowed to leave the building. August leaned over and read a few.
" I'll get the first 5.." He said.
" .. and I'll grab the rest." Fenrir nodded getting up.
To his chagrin it took them a half an hour to get the 10 volumes. He had gone to the tall lanky wizard in the turban who had gotten the three restricted volumes and handed them over with a reminder they couldn't be taken out of the building.
" What happens if you take a book out of the building? " August asked setting down his volumes.
" You burn and die." Fenrir said opening the first book. August stared at him appalled until Fenrir met his eyes and smirked.
" Fuck you're fuckin' with me mate...burn and die shit. " August chuckled.
Fenrir didn't bother to tell him that trying to leave with some of these volumes really would cause death. He used the quelling pen to get chapters for what he was looking for. Before he made it through the 3rd volume he was already feeling a sense of dread.
August noticed and he fidgeted trying to wait for Fenrir to get through whatever information he needed but his curiosity finally compelled him to ask.
" What's going on mate? "
Fenrir sat back and rubbed his face. He gave August a sour look. " You've heard of a forced wand wedding? Mating for life? Shit like that? "
August nodded confused. " Uh yea means you're stuck with someone forever right? "
" Right. Let's go. I'm done." Fenrir shut the book with a snap then walked up to the short wizard that had given him a hard time. He pressed two fingers against the wizards chest. " I'm leaving. Go clean up my mess I ain't got time to do it."
As an added insult he spat on the floor in front of the wizards fancy shoes.
He and August went to move to the door. The short wizard outraged drew his wand and sent a blast towards them. Through senses hones by years of conflict with magic folk August ducked and Fenrir whipped out his wand caught the curse and shot it back at the wizard. He froze and fell of stone cold.
The taller one with the turban hurried over and looked up holding up his wand maybe thinking of sending for help but Fenrir allowed fire to flicker at the tip of his wand and he held it meaningfully at the books around him.
Horrified the wizard stopped what he was doing keeping a panicked eye on the fire at the tip of Fenrir wand.
" Thanks for your help." Fenrir said pleasantly before he and his pack member left. They were both laughing and chortling by the time they made it to the gate. Fenrir mirth lasted until he remembered his predicament. By the time they were back to the village Fenrir was snarling and practically foaming at the mouth. He didn't know all the ins and outs but he knew this.
Someone was going to pay and pay big time.