Note: This story will be ending soon. I apologise for how long this is. Chapter eight is my biggest chapter yet, and to be blunt, I was really sloppy writing this. It is almost over, however.

Chapter 8: Bitten Under the Moon

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GONE!?" Roared a flying letter, a howler Harry Potter wrote to Malfoy. "HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM MALFOY? YOU HAD ONE JOB, AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT. THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, MALFOY, I WILL KILL YOU! Oh- and of course, I don't blame you, Mrs. Malfoy. I apologise; your husband is just an idiot."

The howler ripped itself to shreds moments later, leaving an ill-stricken face on Malfoy.

He sighed, "I had just about enough of that." Draco moaned and began to pace the room, gathering his thoughts. The Aurors had already been alerted; however, they were too busy at the moment dealing with the other kidnappings that had been happening.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my. Draco, darling, what are we going to do." Astoria looked hopefully up at her husband, cupping her hand over her mouth.

Draco stopped. "We? No, no, you have it wrong. You're going to stay here–"

"But Teddy is–"

"I do not care. You need to rest. Leave this to me and…well, Potter. WE will find him." Draco said wearily, placing his hands on Astoria's shoulders. "I promise you that much." He brought her close as a streak of sadness began to fall from her eyes. He kissed her forehead.

"I promise."

"Harry, I really don't know what to tell you. We have all already been ordered out by the Minister for Magic. I just can't–"

"No, no, no. Please! Please Blemfold! You have to help me find him. You don't understand that boy means everything to me. You don't understand." Harry tried to reason with his co-worker. He had the Daily Prophet in his hand that Blemfold gave him earlier.

"Harry. You know I could if I would. But there are other missing little boys and girls out there counting on us Aurors to find." Blemfold approached Harry cautiously.

Blemfold took the silence from him as an understanding and gave Harry a pitiful pat before leaving for the hunt with his group of Aurors.

Harry headed back to his office; he had been studying for months upon months of case files on kidnappers and werewolves. He was destined to find his beloved godson.

Running, Harry was almost at his office. He muttered his password and then swung open the door. To his surprise, a tall, pale, dark-dressed figure stood next to the bookcase of Harry's office. Without hesitating, Harry swung out his wand, pointing it at the man, allowing his auror instincts to take over.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" The auror called out furiously.

"Now, I am quite hurt that you didn't recognise me, Potter." The figure said.

Harry recognised the cowardly voice as Malfoy's. However, he didn't let down his guard.

"You still didn't answer my question, you fool." Harry gritted, tightening his grip on his wand.

"Potter. Listen to me–" Malfoy began.

"You arse! I can't believe I trusted you!" Harry yelled, not being able to keep his anger in anymore. Tears appeared in his eyes. "Especially with something so precious." Harry choked, taking a step back and covering his face.

Malfoy stood up from the bookcase and walked towards the upset Potter. As tough as Potter tried to be around Malfoy, it was not that hard to see past it all. After all, Harry Potter is 'the boy who loved'.

"Right, we can sit here and fight all day," Malfoy said with a husky, exhausted voice. He slipped on the black overcoat he had set down in Harry's chair. "However, the thing that changed my life in so many ways has been taken from me, and I will not sit here, look foolish for letting such a thing happen, and let you cry over it," Malfoy grunted, his temper beginning to fume. "Now, Potter. Have you might any suggestions for getting 'our boy' back?" He said, avoiding Harry's eyes.

Harry looked up, still in disbelief at his enemy's change of heart. "I have a lead."

1964 - Tumbledown, Yorkshire

Misty meadows and foggy more flooded the town of Yorkshire on a fine summer night. The moon stood wonderfully, soaking through the clouds as its light shone below. A desirable, semi-derelict cottage sits at the end of the hill, hidden by hedges of tall bushes. It was a sad, mopey thing it was. The wood frames and walls of the cottage have warped, and the roof began to cave in.

Amidst it all lay a young, soundless Remus Lupin. His muddled brown hair fell on the pillow, draped curtains barely covering the window, allowing the beautiful moonlight in.

The clock rang past midnight as a dark, estranged figure shadowed the boy from outside the window. The man unlocked it with a simple charm of "Alohamora", and it expectedly popped open. He crept inside, the calm breeze bristling the long hairs that covered every length of his body. The figure leaned over the sleeping child and bared its long hideous teeth and dark blue eyes, which came into sight by the moonlight.

With a quick SLISH, the man locked his teeth on the boy's neck. Young Remus screamed with pain, waking up in a heavy panic, wrapping his small hands around the man's harried arms, attempting to push him away with the strength he had left. Remus yelled, whimpered, and cried as he lay helplessly as the werewolf's disease spread throughout the boy's body.

Finir Greyback stood up, peering down at the cowering boy. He began out the French window with a pleased look before looking back, "Oh, I just love kids." Greyback sneered a final time. He left. The half-covered drapes brushed the werewolf before his final departure.

And just like that, Remus Lupin became a werewolf.

Draco flipped through the file Potter hastily gave him as the pair trudged down the busy building of the Ministry. He followed short, Draco's eyes fixated on the hideous photograph of Finir Greyback.

"So this is your lead?" Malfoy asked, feeling disgusted.

Harry gave his partner a look as they neared a fireplace. "Yep."

"I could have sworn this guy was dead, Potter! What makes you think it could be him." Malfoy spat.

"Well, I have every reason, Malfoy, and he was never reported dead. When Remus, Teddy's father, was young, Finir Greyback bit him as a child to get back at his father's allegations against werewolves."

Malfoy winced, "—And you feel that Greyback would find it only traditional to kidnap and turn Teddy."

Malfoy took the silence as a mutual understanding. When being briefed for a case, the information he took would usually interest and excite him for the new issue, but he didn't find much joy when it was his cousin on the line.

"Where are we going, Potter?" Malfoy demanded, tucking away the yellow file in his coat pocket.

Harry stepped into the black brick fireplace and thought for a moment. Pushing past Draco's confusion, he grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into the fireplace.

"What the bloody hell are you—"

"MACABRE MEADOW!" Harry shouted, loud and clear, over Draco's cursing.

Green fire lit around the fireplace, completely engorging the pair into the fumes. The world spun and blurred the space around them. The spinning stopped when the two bursted out of the ashes of a random fireplace. They fell on the floor, sliding as dust, ash, and rubble covered them.

*COUGH COUGH* "What the sodding h-hell Potter." Draco struggled, gathering to his feet.

Harry stood up, dusting himself and fixing his glasses with the "Reparo" charm.

"Macabre Meadow?! Macabre Meadow where the–"

"Shut up." Harry cut him off, annoyed at how impatient the brat was.

The building was almost pitch black, except for the moonlight that peered in the clerestory window. Dust and ash filled the air from the floo powder.

"Alright, stay close and be alert," Harry muttered, taking out his wand.

"Stay close? What am I a sodding child Potter? Might I remind you that I am an auror as well?" Draco snapped, pulling his wand out.

They crept through the shady corridor, with every step creaking the dark floorboards below. The house was utterly inhabitable, with no signs of residency. Potter and Malfoy bounced down the flimsy staircase, entering what used to be the sitting room.

With a final enticing feeling, the pair bolted for the front door, desperate to escape the gloominess of the abandoned building. Malfoy stepped out onto the dusky, cobblestone road. It traced its way throughout the town, where several dark-coloured, half-ran-down buildings lined the street.

Harry stepped into the street beside him, taking a minute to breathe.

"Now, why exactly did we end up here, Potter?"

"This is where reported signs of Finir Greyback and his clan have been taking kidnapped children." Harry raised a finger, pointing to a medium-sized house that sat on a hill straight across town.

"Bloody hell," Draco muttered.

The boys ventured off briskly, walking the lifeless streets, avoiding getting too close to the shaky buildings. Their clattered shoes met the moist bricks on the street, echoing against the walls. Frail winds sputter Draco's pale-white hair. They were nearly halfway through town. A clampered sound ringed the boy's ears. Harry ducked behind a wooden barrel, instinctively pulling Draco with him.

Harry glanced at the cause of the sound, discovering two black-robed creatures kicking around a metal rubbish bin. Empty bottles of fire whiskey, beer, and gin rolled at their feet. They stumbled, laughing at each other while trying to hold their balance.

Draco looked at Harry, and they both seemed to understand what to do next. Checking to ensure no one was around, the pair of Aurors stood up, pointed their wands and spluttered, "Stupefy".

With a stream of magic, leaving the set of wands, the black hooded figures froze as they were and fell to the ground. Similar to a young Neville Longbottom in Harry's first year.

"Buggers." Malfoy chuckled, stepping from behind the barrel. The boys wasted no time running to the frozen corpses and dragging them behind an alley.

"Alright, quickly now." Potter beckoned, pulling off the coat of the man.

"I know, I know Potter!" Malfoy responded just as urgently while he did the same.

Within seconds, the boys dressed in the figure's robes. Malfoy rubbed ash in his hair to hide the bright paleness. Finir Greyback is well acquainted with Malfoy from his childhood and will surely recognise him.

Harry shoved the man's flap cap hat on his head, attempting to hide his scar and the brims of his glasses.

"How do I look?" Asked Potter, spreading his arms out to reveal his new profile.

"Ugly, like usual." Spat Malfoy.

They covered up the stunned bodies with a dirty drape. Before hurrying off, Draco muttered, "Mufflianto" to ensure their secrecy. The pair rushed into the street, trying to play it cool with their new identities. Nearing the house, Harry could feel his heart slowing him down with each step. Malfoy noticed the intense beating of Harry. He, without hesitation, stepped in front of Harry, showing his protection and partnership. This eased Harry unexpectedly as the grip of his wand loosened. The boys arrived at the doorstep, with Draco arriving first.

"Wait!? Malfoy, what were we thinking? That we would just walk up to the front door-step and–"

"—demand Teddy back. Right, Potter. What were we thinking?"

They ran around the back of the large, black house without saying another word. They attempted to peer in windows and investigate a way in.

Laughing emerged from behind the other side of the house. Harry and Draco jumped back from the window seal, bumping into each other. Mysterious figures were nearing, and the boys hesitated. Looking back, the house was too far to run back around the corner, and the shrubs would be too thick to climb in. There was no time.

Malfoy glanced at Harry, hoping he had a plan. Seeing the look of dread roll over Harry, Malfoy thought quickly.

"Potter, stay close behind me and hide your scarred face!" Malfoy hushed.

"What?"

"Just do it!" He snapped, making sure his pale-blond hair was well hidden. Draco had realised that although he was acquainted with Finir Greyback, his servants and followers wouldn't recognise him. However, Draco thought the famous 'Harry Potter' would be much more recognisable, knowing that his face had been on the front page more than he could count.

Two figures emerged from the corner. They wore similar clothes as to the ones of the bodies they had stolen off of. Draco and Harry continued to walk, keeping their wands at the ready.

They passed the figures with a breeze, and a wave of relief rushed over the pair of aurors.

"Great job, Malfoy." Harry briefly complemented, walking next to him now.

"OI!" Called a scratchy, faded voice.

Draco froze, darting his eyes at Harry's, which were also frozen.

"Just where do you think yous are going?" Asked the voice; it must have had to belong to one of the figures that walked by.

"Fernus? Kooper? You were supposed to trade places with us about half an hour ago." Said the other man, slowly walking next to the first figure.

"Er…" Harry said, Draco slightly shading him. Malfoy knew how vital this rescue mission was and surprisingly became able to put his hatred towards Potter aside.

"Don' yous worry there, Koop! We covered for yous. To pay you back for saving my life the other night." The first man, who was clearly Irish, hollered.

"However, the boss wouldn't be happy if he found out. So best you hurry inside to your post." The other man smiled.

Harry and Draco nodded to each other, and the sets of pairs nodded each other off into the moonlight and then went on their way.

"Well…" Malfoy began.

The pair rounded the house to a back door, which was open. They stepped inside and took a look around, still well alert.

"Alright, we need to find Teddy before Greyback bites him." Harry hissed and ran quietly down the corridor, checking every door.

"Bites?" Malfoy mumbled with a sigh. The entire first floor was completely empty.

"Odd, innit?" Asked Harry, un-capping the stolen flap cap. His short brown hair was unlacing. "Why would Greyback want his followers to guard an empty floor?" They looked around, and then they heard it.

The golden sound of a tiny wail, desperate for salvation, echoed the corridor from above. Panich looks spread across the pair's face, and they hurried upstairs. Cautiously, the boys stepped lightly, allowing only the tiniest of a creak from the ancient floorboards below. The house was pitch black. Their guidance was complex. Shrunken heads and skeleton bones of all shapes and sizes hung on plaques along the narrow wall. With what little light they had, Malfoy could spot dried blood along the creases of the boards through his muddy hair.

"What the fu-"

"Quiet." Harry hushed desperately, staring into the void, listening for a sound.

Another slight cry shimmered in the dark. Harry heard it from the right, and he crept along. Malfoy, who became delayed, followed. Their desperation caused worries in their hearts as their footsteps grew louder, thumping on the wood. They arrived at a long black door, similar to the Malfoy Manors. It was just about the only thing in the house that looked as if it were new. Harry touched the polished door and pushed it carefully. As the door moved, the crying began, louder and more real.

"Teddy," Draco muttered under his breath. Malfoy repulsively dashed past Harry, who was peering into the room gently. Malfoy pushed him aside and swam the door open, drawing his wand and pointing at the only dark, tall figure in the room.

"Malfoy!" Harry hissed, quickly following him while keeping his guard.

The tall, dark figure in the room stood turned towards a long, open window, where the moon sat right outside. He wore a long, dark grey, scrappy robe that dragged on the floor. His old hood covered his head as he peered at the night sky. The boys were panting; Harry looked around eagerly for any signs of his godson; however, Malfoy was fixated on the stranger, not looking away.

"Where is he, you dickhead." Malfoy said through gritted teeth.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Asked the stranger and his husky voice. He didn't move. He held something in his arms, but the boys didn't dare approach the man. "The moon is just lovely, wouldn't you say?"

Harry looked at Draco, expecting a glance in return. Harry realised that Draco was fixated entirely on the man.

"Enough games, you bastard! Where is the boy!?" Malfoy stepped closer, wand still pointed.

"Oh, you mean this boy?" The man slowly turned around, his robe draping his surroundings. He turned, revealing Teddy. He was still in his green and white striped pyjamas Draco picked out. One of Teddy's eyes remained smokey grey, like Draco's, and the other, like Harry's, remained green—his hair, this time black, with pale white highlights.

"Teddy," Harry whispered, eyes raging at the man.

"Greyback. You arse. He has nothing to do with it!" Malfoy pleaded, avoiding looking at Teddy.

"Oh, but you see, Mr Deatheater, it does." Finir Greyback replied. The words 'Deatheater' bit into Draco's eyes, a layer of tears coating them. The sad truth was Draco never wanted to become a death eater. Every day, he is forced to look down at the terrible, cursed tattoo, secretly regretting the day he became one. Secretly regretting his entire life. His multiple attempts at getting rid of the ink were merely impossible. When it became too much, he forced a sharp blade to his skin, where the mark lay. But nothing worked.

"Fuck you," Draco said, minding his language around his cousin.

"You see, this is the son of Remus Lupin." Greyback continued. Harry winced, mourning his father figure. "I bit him several moons ago as revenge to his father. And you see this boy," He laughed, smirking at the pair. "This boy doesn't have a father." Harry shuffled uncomfortably where he stood. He became tempted to pounce and use the unforgivable curse on the cruel man. The boys legally had every right anyway. The Aurors were given licenses to kill, and nothing would hold Harry or Draco back from keeping Teddy safe. "I was upset, you see. I was upset when I came to the Dark Lord to join his army and was denied. But as you remember, Mr Malfoy, I was denied for a particular reason. A reason that cost me my everything. My team. My status." Greyback turned to look solemnly at Draco. "And I learned that the particular reason came from a boy—who spread lies and untruthful tales. I was left dead in the ravine at that prissy magic school. My team was filled with lies about me. And it was YOU who told them." Greyback drew his teeth and claws, tightening his grip on the boy. "It was you, and now, traditionally, I will make you suffer in a way that I made Mr Remus's father suffer."

"NO!" Harry yelled, running towards Greyback, about to shout a spell.

"Rictusempra!" Draco shouted. The charm hauled Harry to the corner of the room, knocking him out.

Greyback cast a surprised glance at Malfoy. "Well, now, why would you do that?" He chuckled, holding a sharp claw to Teddy's throat.

"Ma-foo" Teddy wailed, reaching for his cousin.

"This is just between you and me, right, Finir?!" Called Draco, his eyes darting from Harry's still body to Teddy. "Now, stop being a fool and fight me one-on-one like a man. Or, should I say werewolf?"

"I suppose I could kill you first, like I have always wanted, and then kill the boy. That way, Mr Potter can suffer as well. Sounds like a win-win." Greyback grinned, tossed Teddy on the dirty couch, quickly pulled off his robe and darted towards Malfoy. This gave Draco little time to react; his attention was mainly divided on Teddy. Greyback grabbed Draco and pushed him across the room, hitting the glass window.

"Potter!" Malfoy wheezed. The window shattered, and the pair fell through. They fell three stories down, heading towards the stoned road. Draco accepted his fate, grabbing Greyback tightly and glancing at the moon. So this is it?