TIME JUMP
The end of July finally arrived and it was time for Tracey to head to Diagon Alley. It was an early chill morning. Tracey and her father were due to depart soon. She packed the few items that she had into a knapsack. It was a two day journey. The pack slowly migrated closer to the Alley but still far enough from attacks. She pulled her stuffed bunny closer to her chest and waited for her father to come and get her.
"Let's go!" She heard her father gruffed.
Tracey looked up at her menacingly father. She glared up at him and slowly stood up. She placed the bunny in the sack then followed behind her father. They slowly walked past the rest of the pack as they slept. Fenrir walked up to Brutus and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck pulling the other close to rested his forehead against the other wolf's forehead. "I will be back later. Keep an eye on everything till I get back." Brutus nodded and stepped back. Fenrir walked away, starting down the path through the forest. Tracey glared up at Brutus and nodded. She then turned and left. She hastened her pace to catch up to her father.
Tracey stays five feet behind her Father the entire trip. Glowering at the back of her father's head she thinks of different ways to disembowel him. Since she is not paying attention to where she is walking, Tracey trips over a root sticking out of the ground. Stumbling, she managed to right herself before she hit the ground. Tracey hears a low chuckle coming ahead of her.
"You are 'bout one of the most clumsiest wolf I know, Pup." Tracey looks ahead to see a sly smirk from her father. She huffs in indignation and stomps past her father. Fenrir chuckled at the young wolf. They continued on for another four hours, When they stopped in a decent size clearing. Her father then shifts into his big grey wolf form. He bounded away from the clearing. Understanding what her father was doing, Tracey shifted into her black wolf, which was the smallest of the pack. See she was born as the runt of the pack. Yet as the runt of the pack she managed to be the toughest one as of this spring. She quickly sniffs the area to remember the location of their rest before bounding off in the opposite direction that her father had left. She wanted to make sure she had enough of a fill of food before they continued their journey to Diagon Alley. Tracey moved with swift and agility as she moves through the underbrush.
Tracey came across a small opening in the middle of the forest. She paused to listen to her surroundings. Her ear swiveled on top of her head to see if she could hear any movements of prey. Ever so quietly, Tracey could hear the sound of a heart thumping. Stealthy she moved closer to the sound. As she grew closer she heard a faint sound of nibbling. She peered under a bush and could see a small brown rabbit, munching away on its food. Suddenly there was a loud crack that came from further to the left. Not really wanting to look away from her prey, she eventually decided to take a quick glance as to what had made the sound. There stood before her was a regal red deer. This was it, if she can bring this back to the clearing where she and her father departed, she would have some respect from her father, somewhat.
Tracey slowly crept around the majestic beast, making sure she was downwind of the beast. Looking for the best angle to pounce, Tracey measured the beast to be about a twelve point buck. This would be a big score for herself and to prove to her father that she is also a skilled hunter. Getting low to the ground, Tracey preps for the attack. Then without warning there was a loud snap coming further left from her. The sound startles the deer, and now the deer is on full alert. Tracey knew she better get going with the attack or she might lose this scrumptious meal. She launches herself at the deer aiming to incapacitate the deer by going for its hind legs. With a series of growls and bleats from both of them, Tracey managed to take a chunk of flesh out of the deer. The regal animal stumbles as it tries to escape the predator's grasp. Tracey falls to the ground, she runs to the front of the animal and at a far enough distance she takes a bounding leap at her prey and latches herself to the animal's jugular. Tracey locks her mouth on the neck of the beast and proceeds to rip out the neck of the animal. She falls to the ground with a chunk of flesh in her mouth. She pants as she watches the deer stumble before falling to the ground. YES she thought this is a big score for her at a young age. She grabs both hind legs and drags the beast over to the place she knows that her father is at. She huffs and puffs as she drags the beast through the forest. Tracey had to stop and take several breaks for the deer was much larger than she was herself. Finally she breaks the treeline to the clearing that she knows where her father will be at. There on the other side of the clearing lay her father munching away on a couple of rabbits that he caught. He stops and watches her haul the catch of the night. Tracey drops her catch, she then walks over to the under belly of the beast and then proceeds to tear into the beast. Next thing Tracey knows is her father is now standing next to her, she then hears a deep rumble from her right. She knew that she better take a step back to allow the Alpha to have their fill. She bows her head and slowly backs away from the kill. Her father had stepped forward and began to devour the animal, lying before him. As the two wolves finish eating the buck. Tracey's father, Fenrir, pulls the buck off to one side of the clearing. He then moved thirty five paces away from the carcass, and proceeded to lay down. Tracey, standing off to the side, is unsure on where to lay. Finally she decides to lay about ten feet away from her father. She watches the older wolf as he slowly drifts off to sleep. Tracey stays awake for the next twenty five minutes before she too falls into a deep slumber.
Next thing Tracey knows is that she is startled awake. She then realized that it was her father getting up preparing to head out. She also noticed that at some point during the night she had slowly migrated over next to her father. Tracey knew that it was time to get up and ready.
The two wolves headed out five minutes later. As they continued on their way, Tracey had been thinking about how she was going to handle the situation of being at Hogwarts surrounded by regular humans. For one she knew that she would not befriend any of them. She will stick to herself and try to not kill any of the humans. Tracey and her father had traveled for five hours before they came across the outskirts of Diagon Alley. The alley was filled with hundreds of people milling about. The two wolves shifted into their human forms. As they walked in, many people gave a wide berth, for people knew who and what Fenrir Greyback was. Tracey smirked at this thought. If she could get people to realize that she is with her father, Fenrir, then maybe she can take this fear and use it to her advantage.
So she struts after her father, with her head held high as though she had a great purpose. Tracey followed her father up to a massive white marble building. She watched the creatures behind each counter with calculating eyes. I wonder what they would taste like? She thought to herself as her and her father approached one of the many creatures. Being in deep thought she hadn't been paying much attention as to where she was going when she bumped into a solid surface, she fell backwards and landed on her butt. Glancing up, Tracey realized that she walked smack dab into the back of her father. He glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow. Tracey flushed in embarrassment, she picked herself up and stood behind her father. Her father finished up speaking to the creature behind the counter, then turned to leave. Tracey hasten her pace to ensure that she doesn't lose her father in the crowd. When they get outside, her father turns to her to hand her the pouch filled with coins. He then handed her her list of things that she will need for the school year. They both walked down the opposite end of the Alley from the bank.
Tracey rather not bother learning the names of the buildings. I mean she didn't believe that they were of importance to remember. Her father ushered her into one of the buildings. A bell rings as she enters through the doors, Tracey notices that she is surrounded by a bunch of clothing. She quickly backs up and runs into her father. He clamped one hand down on her shoulders and pushed her forward. Tracey watches an older woman bustle around a petite young girl with blonde hair, measuring her whilst fabric flies around her. Tracey noticed another girl who was a bit older than the girl being measured. The other girl had wild black curls that were held back from her face with a hair comb. The small group turns towards the newcomers. From the looks of it, the older girl had recognized who her father was. The older girl steps in front of the younger, trying her best to shield the young girl.
"What is a mongrel of a beast doing inside of this store?" The girl sneered at Tracey's father. Fenrir swiftly moves in front of the girl and clutches her face with his nails slightly digging into her skin. The three females, except Tracey, gasped and watched the scene unfold.
"Tsk tsk, such a rude little girl. What would Mommy dearest say when her little Pureblood Princess doesn't know when to hold her tongue?" Snarled Fenrir. The girl stood her ground against the beastly man and glared up at him.
"She would understand when it comes to a mutt like yourself" The girl spat back. This had angered Fenrir so much he began to growl. Both him and Tracey were snarling and their eyes glowing amber. The others watched as fangs grew in the mouths of the other occupants of the shop.
"Trixie stop, please just let them be." Whimper the younger girl. She had been terrified for her older sister. Tracey steps forward so she is standing next to her father. She folds her arms and juts out her left hip.
"Yeah Trixie let us be." she mocked back. The girl called Trixie glanced over at Tracey. Her silver eyes met the glowing amber eyes. She knew that she was no match for the pair in front of her. She then looked down and mumbled an apology. Fenrir then lets go of her face and moves to look around the shop. Tracey followed after her father as he browsed around.
The other three occupants quickly got back to what they had been previously doing. The seamstress finished up what she was doing and sent the young girls on their way. The girls had scrambled out the door. The seamstress then turns to the two that are wondering about her shop. She stands far enough away from the two. Nervously she wrings her hands and clears her throat.
"E-excuse m-me, I am ready to fit you" the poor seamstress was shaking in her shoes. Tracey saunters back over to the seamstress and stood before the older lady. The seamstress began her work. Merely fifteen minutes later the seamstress had finished. Tracey moved to where she last saw her father, but she couldn't find. She searches the entire shop looking for him. That damn bastard left me here. Tracey thought to herself. At least I am left with the money pouch so I can finish buying my things. Tracey wanders down the alley peering at the other shops. She glanced down at her list of supplies that she needs. Seeing that she needs a wand, she moves down towards Olivanders. Entering the small shop, she glanced around at the thousands of boxes.
"Oh my, I wondered if I would ever see you here." An old man appeared at the front desk. "Your father was always a mystery when he came to me for his wand. Never in all my years have I seen a child of the Moon come for a wand." The old man meanders to stand in front of Tracey. "What an extraordinary case your father was. He was a fourteen inch walnut with a dragonheart string cord." A measuring tape began to measure Tracey. The old man putters around the shop searching through the wands. Tracey was bored and fed up with the old man taking his time. She closed her eyes and reached deep within her to summon her own magic, she held out her right arm and pulled the wand to her. The ground began to shake and the lights flickered. Boxes were falling off the shelves. A swirl of magic circles around Tracey. The magic and wind spins faster around Tracey. It tightens around her and lifts her up off the ground. It got too much and dispersed with a loud bang. The old man came running from somewhere in the back. He stops when he hears a clatter from his office. A wand zips passed him and straight to the front of the shop. The old man hobbled to the front where he left the young girl. As he reached the front there stood the girl with the blackest of wands and a dark red aura surrounding her.
"Great scot!" Whispers the old man. "The oldest wand in this shop has finally been claimed." He inched forward towards Tracey. "I never thought I would see the day that this wand leaves this shop." Tracey tilts her head at the statement that the old man made. She glances down at the black wand that was in her hand.
Tracey could feel the warmth and the electricity moving from her hand and up her arm. Slowly a smirk appears on her face as she turns to face the old man. Seeing the look, the old man slowly backs away from Tracey. "S-see there in your hand young lady is a thirteen inch e-ebony wand with a basilisk red plume feather as a core. It has been rumored that Merlin himself crafted the wand for a powerful being." informed the old man. Tracey examines the wand in her hand. She grips it tightly and lifts then flicks her wrist and the front counter has gone up in a blaze of explosive flames. The old man began to quickly put out the flames, casting an aquagmenti on the fire, but the flames were persistent in its devour of the shop. Tracey smirks and slowly turns around and walks out the door, leaving the destruction in her wake. As she exits the building she sees two young boys crouching by the window mouth agape with shock. One had medium length, dark brown hair and the second boy had slicked back platinum blonde hair. The boys turn towards her and she growls a warning at them. The boys scrambled back too quickly and they fell on their arses. They took notice of the glowing amber eyes, and they got to their feet and scurried away. Smirking, Tracey walked away from the now smoking building as many people in flock over to help out Mr. Olivander as flames began to jump from the windows and building. Tracey finishes her shopping as the sun has begun to set. She placed all her items into her trunk and set off to the woods nearby.