Chapter 30: Bye, Bye, Greyback

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I know you've heard it all before, but I'm going through some pretty serious physical shit right now, ah old age, so I'll either write out of sheer nerves, or not write for the same reason. It's a tossup. Also, please forgive some grammatical errors, my nerves are shot, so I'm not being as diligent.

It's a short one, but my muse wanted to stop there.

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Loki, Fenrir and the Flerken arrived around the same time in Tony's England flat. They were still dressed as they had been, Loki for his date, Fenrir for tea. The looks on their faces made them look like they weren't there for a friendly visit, and it took a moment for everyone to settle down.

They startled Siriusly and Harry, who had not expected anyone to show up that night. Siri had her wand at the ready and Harry had his hand raised. He might not know much, but Loki had taught him a few wandless defensive spells. He was to only use them in dire straits, and this looked to be one of those times, until he saw who it was. He chuckled and went to pet the Flerken.

"You could have called first," Siri said, putting her wand away now that she saw who it was. She was just glad they were friendly and not Deadpool. Not that Deadpool wasn't a friendly, she just didn't want to deal with him right now. He was quite the handful. His girlfriend Vanessa was a charmer, even if she did have a mouth on her.

"We didn't mean to startle you," Loki apologized, putting his hand on his son's shoulder to keep him from snapping at the woman. He knew Fenrir's temper was on a tight leash at the moment and the teen was biting at the bit to get going.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked, looking worn and ready to sleep. He had been awake and alert when they arrived, but now that he knew they were not a threat, he was ready for bed. Star bumped her head to his chin, and he smiled at her. His eyes went anime and got little hearts surrounding them. He really liked this non-cat. She was his best alien friend. She listened to him at night. He told her things he never told anyone. Not even Ivy.

Ivy was his best friend, but she didn't need to hear about the horror that had been his uncle's house. She was just too sweet and innocent. When she had told him about her aunt's, he realized that her life hadn't been nearly as bad as his had. Not that he begrudged her for that, but he didn't want to make her sad by listening to his woes.

"We have a rogue werewolf to hunt," Fenrir said, his lips curled in a snarl. He was raring to go and not to sit and socialize. His father was wont to do such a thing though.

"Ah, Fenrir Greyback," Siri said knowingly. "He turned Reba too. Good hunting," she stated, giving them a wave. "Tear his head off for me," she added without care. She had had fantasies about doing just that many times. Too bad she was not equipped to do such. However, there were many Dark spells that she had up her sleeve if she ever met the man in a dark alley.

"Can you tell us how to get to Knockturn Alley?" Loki asked, knowing the Flerken, or at least Goose could, but it was better to get it from the humans in case questions were asked later. There were still those among their group that didn't know that Goose, and Star, could communicate with them. "I hear that he hangs out there about this time of the month," he added, settling for leaning against the wall, his son joining him.

"That's easy," the woman said, sitting on the couch. Harry settled beside her. "Just follow the scum in Diagon Alley," was her answer. She waved her hand negligently in the air, like it was that simple and everyone knew it.

"It's about halfway down Diagon." Harry's answer was a bit more helpful. "There's a sign when you get there. The first shop you'll see is E.L.M and Wizards Undertakers & Embalmers. It'll mean you're at the entrance," he instructed, yawning a huge yawn. His head dipped onto Siriusly shoulder.

"And just how do you know so much about Knockturn?" Siri asked, not sure if she liked that her godson knew this stuff. He had only been to Diagon Alley three times. When would he have learned about Knockturn?

"I pay attention," Harry said, getting up and stretching. "Besides, you're the one who pointed it out. You told me to never go there without you," he said, giving her a cheeky grin that seemed to sparkle. "I'm off to bed," he said, and kissed Siri. He waved to the two men and left.

"Goodnight, Harry," Siriusly said, her tone soft and loving. She did care for that child as if he was her own. She knew she'd never bear children of her own, and Harry was going to be her heir. Azkaban had done a real number on her reproductive system and not even the magical hospitals could fix it.

Tony had offered to get the non-magicals to look at her on his dime, whatever that meant, but she waved him off. She wasn't even interested in dating at the moment. She might take him up on it later.

"He is almost as cute as Ivy," Loki said, watching the boy go. "For a boy child," he added casually. He knew that all women found Harry adorable, but men found him disconcerting. They didn't want to hurt him, but his cuteness made many uncomfortable. Boys weren't supposed to be that cute according to them. Women tended to disagree.

"I think he is adorable," she countered, giving him a glare as if reading his mind. "Anyway. If you want to catch Greyback you'll find him at a bar called Gorgus. At least that's what it was called in my reality. It's a goblin run and operated place, so mind your Ps and Qs. They have some shady people there, and you might run into Malfoy and his ilk," she explained, crossing her legs, and kicking the top one back and forth in a comfortable manner. "I wouldn't sweat it if that man disappeared," she said, making a sighing noise.

Malfoy in her reality was a pompous man who was also sadistic. He needed to be gone. If this one was anything like that one, then they'd be doing everyone a favor if he got eaten.

"Gorgus, got it," Loki said, making a mental note to look into investing in the bar. Goblin run businesses were well operated. Though, they were still new to the idea of investing. Tony was making great headway in getting the magicals in America to invest, but here in Britain it was slow going.

"I'd be careful with Goose and Star," she advised. "Not that they can't take care of themselves, but there are creature hunters there," she stated, worried for the non-cats. She had not seen them defend themselves yet. She had heard about, and laughed at, the story of Goose trying to eat Dumbledore. However, she had yet to see it.

"I think they'll be okay," Loki said with a chuckle. He had seen Goose try to eat someone or something. It was a sight to behold.

"Can we go?" Fenrir said impatiently. He was raring to tear someone's neck out. He knew his father would socialize.

"Yes," Loki said, gathering up Goose and indicating that Fenrir should take Star. The Flerken could make it there on their own, but this way they were all together and could talk strategy. Fenrir put his hand on his father's shoulder, gathered the non-cat in his other arm and held on.

"We'll head straight back to Tony's when we're done," Loki told Siri.

"Then I won't expect you. Again, happy hunting," she said, waving them off.

With a nod of his head, Loki cast his spell and they disappeared. They reappeared near the Leaky Cauldron, which Loki knew from his few times in this place. He had designated this place as his drop zone. Whenever he needed to come to magical London, here he came. It had only been three times he needed to be here. Once to find Sirius and Remus. Once to pick up a magical item. And the last time to go to the bank to ward Harry.

They would have done Harry's warding at the flat, but it was too big of a magical feat, so they did it at the bank. He was now impervious to mind-whamming. Dumbledore, or anyone else for that matter, will not be able to read his mind. He will not be controlled via potions, or charms. There was nothing anyone could do to compel him to deviate from being himself.

It was on a charm that was attached to an earring that was then made invisible. Ivy got the same, though hers was not invisible. The two of them were more than grateful for the charm and Loki was happy to have done what he considered a small thing.

"Okay," Loki said as they were walking to the Leaky Cauldron, "I will be the visiting dignitary, and we will be lost in Knockturn. You are my son, and the cats will be our luxury animals. When we get to the bar, make a show of being helplessly lost," he instructed his son. He wondered if Fenrir could pull off helpless.

Fenrir bristled at having to be submissive even if only acting. He was a god, not some weak wolf. He pulled up short and was about to lay into his father, when Loki raised his hand and stopped his tirade.

"It will only be until we have identified who our prey is. It is no different than setting a trap," he tried to appease the boy. He was glad to see that it worked.

Fenrir nodded, his shoulders relaxed, and his face softened as much as it was able. He slumped his shoulders, and he took on a more folded posture. It bothered him to stand in such a manner, but it was for such a small amount of time.

"Good," Loki praised, putting a hand on his shoulder, and then turning to the non-cats, who were following along. "You two, follow us, and don't kill until we get Greyback," he said, hoping they listened. "I'm going to glamor all of us, especially Star. I don't want this tied to Harry in any way," he stated and started waving his hands around the two animals.

Goose turned into a grey tabby, which wasn't much different, but enough. Star turned into a black cat, with white boots. They were also made to look much larger and more kneazle looking. They had an exotic look about them, that an upper crust person might pay big money for.

"Don't glamor me," Fenrir said, his tone one of finality. "I want that animal to see who is killing him." He really wanted to see the despair in the man's eyes when he realized who it was that was killing him. How dare Greyback kill children in his name. Never in all the myths or tales does it say that Fenrir Lokison was a killer of children.

"You'll be hunted by the law," Loki stated, not wanting that for his child. "Let me at least hide your face until you make the killing blow," he compromised. He didn't want to fight with the boy right now. It was a simple spell. As soon as Fenrir started turning into his true form, the glamor would wear off. When he reverted back, the glamor would reapply.

"If you must," the wolf god said, though there was a growl in that throat. As long as Greyback knew who ended his life, that was all he wanted.

"It is for the better," his father said, waving a hand over his son's face.

The four of them wandered into the Leaky Cauldron, and then went to the back of the pub, and through the entrance to Diagon Alley. It didn't take long to find Knockturn Alley. Both Siriusly and Sirius were right, Loki would have fit right in had he been trying not to. He looked out of place in his date clothes, but he was trying to look so, so he kept them. It got him a lot of sneers and jeers, but he kept right on, with a slightly clueless look on his face.

Gorgus Bar was not as easy to find, but they found it after asking around to a lot of rude people. Those people had no problem giving them incorrect directions. Three people tried to buy the Flerken in that time. It was like they knew they weren't cats. There was four attempted muggings and one person tried to kidnap Fenrir. All were dissuaded with sheer force of will by the four of them, on the sly of course. The person who tried to kidnap the wolf god, will never try that again. Not after Goose ate him. None of them abided child predators. It was the whole reason they were there after all.

It was a good thing that Knockturn Alley was full of dark corners and alleyways. All those muggers and would be kidnappers were taken care of discretely.

Gorgus, when they finally found it, was a seedy place that was sparsely decorated. It was darkly lit, and darkly furnished. There were tables, chairs, and a bar with stools. That was it. There was nothing on the walls showing any character for the joint. Loki had to wonder if they had ever heard of advertisement as his eyes took in the clientele. They were a sorry lot, that is to be sure.

"Forgive the intrusion," he said, getting everyone's attention. His clothes alone did that, but his accent called more attention to himself and his son. "My son, Fenrir, and I are lost. Could someone direct us back to Diagon Alley?"

He tried to come off as foppish as he could. He emulated those he had seen in court at Asgard; however, they were a warrior race so even the most foppish of them were manlier than those here. So, he took some of his mannerism from some of Tony's acquaintances. There were quite a few effeminate men among them.

"Did you hear that, Fenrir? That kid has the same name as you," one rough looking man said, slapping an older scarred man on the back. Many men and women laughed at them. There was some drunken cheering and catcalling.

"I didn't know you had a sprog," someone shouted from the bar. A great deal of people laughed uproariously.

"Shut up," someone else hissed, dragging the drunken man away. "Don't draw his attention," the voice continued.

"I did hear that," the werewolf said, standing and coming up to Loki. He looked him up and down and saw what Loki wanted him to see. A dandy. "You came into the wrong place," he snarled. "We don't like your kind here," he added, slapping his hand against Loki's chest as if to knock him over.

"I say, does that mean you won't help us?" Loki said, though his voice showed absolutely no concern. He didn't move from the slap, and casually took Fenrir Greyback's hand and brushed it off his body.

Fenrir Lokison was growling at the man's audacity in threatening his father. The fact that the man had laid hands on his father was a death sentence, even though he had already been ready to kill the man. He was just glad that his father was willing to let him do the deed.

The sounds coming from his throat were making many of the werewolves and goblins there bare their throats and ready to run for cover. A few of the smarter ones did just that. They knew there was going to be trouble and wanted nothing to do with it. All of the goblins moved. They knew this was a fight they could not win.

"Oh ho, the cub has teeth," Greyback said in a jovial tone. He looked into the amber eyes of the boy and saw his death, even if he didn't recognize it. "You think you can take me, boy?" he snarled, coming up and standing his considerable height over Lokison's smaller form.

"Oh, I know I can. I think you're a cur that needs to be put down," was the reply. And with that Fenrir grew. And grew. And grew. His whole form took up the front of the bar. Tables and chairs were crushed under the weight of his body. Everyone smart enough, got the hell out of the way.

Loki and the Flerken were not idle. As soon as Greyback got into Fenrir's face, they moved. Loki threw up a ward that kept everyone in and everyone else out. They would clean up this place of the rift-raft, bar the goblins. They didn't want to have to deal with the fallout of that.

"No goblins," he said to the non-cats.

They ignored him and went to work on the humans that were attacking them. The tentacles were shooting everywhere, and men and women were screaming their heads off. They were trying to run and apparate away, but they were being dragged or thrown around like ragdolls. The wards were stopping them from disapparating, and the Flerken were keeping them from running. Only the smartest of them had hidden before the fight had started.

Goose and Star weren't going to eat anyone that was not of Greyback's pack. They could smell the man on them, so if they didn't taste or smell like him, they were just tossed aside. Out of the twenty people there, only six got eaten. Sure, there were probably some bad people there, but they weren't mind readers. They couldn't differentiate who was who.

There was one man there that had long blond hair that they really wanted to eat, but he didn't smell of Greyback, so they let him go with a broken leg and cane. Star made a mental note of who he was, because he just gave her the wrong vibes.

As for Greyback, he was scared. It was the first time in his life that he had ever felt fear. The monster in front of him was the most fearsome thing he had ever seen. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship it, but he knew he wasn't worthy. It was a god, and he knew it. He had named himself after this god, and now he felt foolish for having done so. He had never measured up to the magnificence of this being. And he could tell this wasn't even the beginning of Fenrir's greatness. This was just a small part of it.

"You prey on children, like a coward," Fenrir said, his voice shaking the walls of the building and those attached to it. "There will be no mercy for you," he said, reaching and grabbing the werewolf by the head and twisting.

Greyback's head did a complete 360 degrees and then came detached from the body. Fenrir tossed the head away and howled loud enough to shatter the windows for four buildings around. He was not satisfied. It was anticlimactic and painless, but he was fulfilling Siriusly's request. Her friend and Remus had suffered more than Fenrir Lokison ever had by this man's hands, so they could decide his fate. Remus only asked that the man died.

Those that weren't fighting or running watched in sick fascination. His pack suffered more than he had, which some didn't think was right, but there it was. Some of them were glad to see the end of that man's reign of terror. Not everyone could stomach his predilect for children. To see his head thrown away like garbage was a bit satisfying.

When the screaming and terror was over, Loki straightened his shirt and said, "Well, that's us off."

Fenrir was back to looking like a thirteen-year-old boy and standing there as if he hadn't just beheaded a man with his bare hands. There was blood dripping from his hands, and Loki did a quick spell to rid them of it. He didn't need anyone stopping them and questioning them about why his son was bloodied.

"I thought you were lost," a goblin said, looking at the four in the doorway. He had heard of the cats before, though he couldn't remember where they were from. He didn't recognize them, and they didn't appear to be under a glamor. However, there was only one mythical being that could turn into a wolf like that one. He knew there was rumor that Loki and his children were on Earth, and that they were in America. Now he could tell Ragnuk that he had seen them here in England.

"Ah, well, I'm sure we can meet some more people as helpful as that lot was," Loki said, turning and heading out the door. He ducked into an alley and grabbed Goose. Fenrir scooped up Star and the four of them disappeared back to Tony's Malibu estate.