Hermione slammed the Institute library's genealogy catalog closed, then blushed when Mr. Hambric peeked around the end of the aisle and asked, "Still not finding what you're looking for?"

"No," Hermione said. "Are you sure there's nowhere else I could look for Greyback's family?"

"You're welcome to look through the entire genealogy section, but if it's not in the catalog, it's not on the shelf."

"Is there anywhere else that might have information we don't?"

"I doubt it. We've got one of the best collections in the country, information on every Wizard family and several significant Muggle ones. Are you sure Greyback wasn't Muggleborn?"

Hermione rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. "With the Death Eaters?"

"Well, maybe he was half-blooded on his father's side—no, we'd have that. He must have come from overseas, then. 'Fenrir' isn't a common British name, after all."

"But he had a perfectly normal accent and his sister's letters were in English." He did speak Greek to Clio, Hermione thought. But then again, 'Fenrir Greyback' is definitely not a Greek name.

Mr. Hambric shrugged. "Maybe they moved here young. That's all I can think of."

"Thanks anyway." Hermione slid the genealogy catalog back onto the shelf and gathered her notes.

"Giving up?"

"Just for now. I'm meeting some friends for lunch."

With an acknowledging nod, Mr. Hambric went back to his work, and Hermione returned to her office and sorted through the things on her desk. Just in case Roma had any ideas, she dropped one of Ursula's letters into her bag.

The usual trip to the Fox and Deer Pub and short walk brought her to the Sniffers Detective Agency, and Sammie looked up with a smile as she entered. "Hi, come on in! Greg's out and Mum's with a client right now, but I sure could use a break."

"What's Greg doing?"

Sammie shrugged. "Who knows? He's keeping really mum about it." She leaned towards Hermione conspiratorially. "I think he's got a girlfriend, and he's afraid I'll tease him if I know for sure."

"You would, wouldn't you?"

"Of course. What are sisters for?"

Before Hermione could answer, Roma's door opened amid the tail end of a conversation in gobbledygook. Roma spoke it quite well, by the sound of it. A goblin walked out and caught sight of Hermione.

"Have you ever met Miss Granger?" Roma asked.

"I've never had the honor," the goblin said.

"Allow me. Hermione, this is my friend Kornoc." She then reversed the introduction in gobbledygook.

"Pleased to meet you," Hermione said, extending her hand.

The goblin instead bowed, his upper body going almost horizontal, and said, "No, the pleasure's all mine, all mine. Please forgive my exit; I've business to attend to."

"Of course."

Straightening, but again bowing his head, the goblin threw a cloak around his shoulders and vanished—an invisibility cloak. A moment later, the front door opened and closed. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Roma held up a hand to stop her.

At the same time, Samantha held up her wand and ordered "Goblissum." The tip of the wand glowed once. "GoodBYE, Kornoc."

With a soft grumble, the door opened and closed a second time. Samantha repeated the spell, but this time, her wand did not react.

"I apologize for that," Roma said. "He probably thought our conversation would be juicier than it really will be. How are you? I haven't seen you since you brought Anissa home."

"I'm doing OK, but…" Hermione played with the clutch of her bag. "Well, I've got kind of a professional thing to talk over with you."

Roma raised an eyebrow. "Do we need to talk contracts and billing?"

"We might."

"It sounds serious. Why don't you come into the office? Sammie, if someone comes in—"

"You're in consultation. Got it." Sammie gave a thumbs up, and Roma guided Hermione into her office, closing the door behind them.

"What's on your mind?" she asked as they took their seats.

"I went to Azkaban last week to interview one of the Death Eaters, and while I was there… Well…" She reached into her purse and pulled out the letters and blotters. "I found these in Greyback's old cell."

Roma picked them up, an eyebrow rising as she realized what they were. "What do you want me to do with them?"

"The letters, I was hoping you could find the people they're meant for. I mean, I could just put them on an owl, but that'd be a mindjob, wouldn't it? Getting a letter from someone four years after they passed away? That really needs to come with an explanation. I might be able to find these people if I went to the Werewolf Registry, but I'm afraid I'd raise suspicions. I thought you could find them a little more clandestinely."

"I'll see what I can do. What about the blotters?"

"I know there are ways to pull the writing back off of them, and I would hate for them to end up in the wrong hands. I was hoping you would keep them safe."

"Just keep them safe? You don't want me to pull the letters off for you?"

"I don't think that would be right. I mean, they're personal letters. I shouldn't be reading them without permission. I would like to get permission where I could, though. If I got the Institute to pay for it, could you find out who got letters from Greyback and see if you could get permission for me to read them and get copies of them? I know it's a big task, and I certainly wouldn't ask you to do it for free, but would you be willing?"

"I'll do what I can. If you can get me a contract, I'll be able to work faster and more effectively, but I'll do some casual asking in my spare time."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it. There's one other thing. Did you know Fenrir had a sister?"

"No, I didn't. He didn't speak of his family often, and then only in vague terms."

"Oh. There were some letters from her in his cell at Azkaban, and I was hoping you might know where I could find her. I've been all over the genealogy section at the Institute, and I can't find anything on the Greyback family at all."

"No, I imagine you couldn't."

"Why not? They didn't come from overseas, did they?"

"No, but his lycanthropy did. When I was a young girl, and Fenrir told me I was not his daughter by birth, I was very upset. To reassure me, he told me his family had not wanted a werewolf either. He was abroad when he was bitten. His family tried to talk him into staying abroad. When he insisted on returning, they asked him to take a different last name, so no one would associate them with a werewolf."

"So Greyback wasn't his real last name?"

Roma chuckled. "Honestly, does it even sound like a real name to you?"

"No," Hermione admitted. Then again, neither does 'Kornoc.'

"He told me he'd picked the stupidest, most obvious name he could think of. He was rather disappointed that his family accepted it."

"What was his real name, then?"

Roma shrugged. "I don't know."

"Didn't you ask?"

"I was afraid to. This was after the Death Eaters kidnapped me. I was afraid information like that could be used against him, so I didn't want to know. He did tell me, though, that if I ever put my mind to it, I'd be able to work it out easily. I'm sure you can do the same."

"I suppose knowing it's fake gives me a start."

"Do you have the letters with you? Maybe I can get a clue from them."

"I just brought one." Hermione took it out and handed it to Roma. Immediately Roma's hand went to her mouth, and she started laughing. "What? What is it?"

Roma put the letter down on her desk, facing Hermione. "Hermione, Mrs. Aubrey's maiden name was Ursula Grey."

Hermione's own hand went to her mouth. "Oh Merlin, you're kidding."

Roma turned around to her filing cabinets, pulled out a contract, folded it so only the signature line showed, and put it beside the letter's signature. Ursula Aubrey, and the signatures were a perfect match.

"Oh my God!" Hermione's face fell. "Oh no. She'll never talk to me about this after how I acted last time."

"Actually, you'll find Mrs. Aubrey is very forgiving, especially since your information helped bring Niddy home. If you write to her and tell her what you've been doing since then, I bet she'll help you with this. I'll send her a letter of recommendation, if you like."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you so much for your help, Roma."

After lunch, Hermione returned to the Institute's library and its genealogy section. She found the volume for 'Grey' on the shelf and pulled it down. It was nice and thick, indicating a well-established Wizard family. That fit with shame at having a werewolf in the family. She opened it to the index and found a listing for a Fenrir Soren Grey, then turned to the proper page in the family tree. That settled what little doubt was left. There was Fenrir Soren Grey, born 23 December 1938 and died 31 January 1999, and beside was a listing for a sister, Ursula Mariel Aubrey nee Grey, born 1935 and still living.

Hermione pulled out a parchment and made a copy of the page. If any of Fenrir's immediate ancestors had done anything significant, Mr. Hambric could help her find biographies. Perhaps there would even be one for Fenrir himself before he was infected. Of course, he would have been young. She wasn't sure when he was bitten, but obviously it was before he kidnapped Julian Augustine in 1968, so younger than 30.

One place would definitely have information about his younger life. Twice a year, Hogwarts sent a newsletter to parents. Autumn's had information on incoming First Years, plus the Prefects, Head Boy and Girl, and Quidditch teams, and pictures of each Houses' students. Spring's had the results of the House Cup competition and the Quidditch season, pictures of the Quidditch teams and any school clubs that wanted to be included, and information on the leaving Seventh Years. The library had copies all the way back to 1439, but Hermione went to the middle of the 20th century and chose Autumn 1950 through Spring 1957. Carrying them back to her table, she chose one from the middle and opened it to the Slytherin house picture, running her finger down the list of names below it.

There was no Fenrir Grey.

Hermione looked through again to make sure. How could this be? He was powerful enough that surely he had gone to school. Had his parents sent him abroad to study? Is that where he was bitten? Hermione started to write down these questions, and then it hit her—why was she assuming he was in Slytherin? She turned to the front, where the House pictures started with Gryffindor alphabetically, and went through each page. Among Hufflepuff, in the row of Fourth Years, was Fenrir Grey.

"Could Fenrir come forward, please?" she asked, tapping the photo. A boy made his way to the end of the row, jostled by his friends, and came to the front of the picture. Hermione never would have recognized Fenrir on her own. His black hair was short, and at that age naturally he had no beard. Likewise, there was no Swahlsted complication to give him needle-sharp teeth, and the human smile that beamed out of the page was charming enough to make a fairy faint. If Gilderoy Lockhart had known about it, he would have Memory Charmed everyone who had known Fenrir in order to defend his 'Best Smile' title. Who knew? Maybe he had.

Hermione opened up each of the fall newsletters to the Hufflepuff pictures and called Fenrir forward, surveying as he grew from an innocent-looking 11-year-old, to a 17-year-old who finally bore a resemblance to the Fenrir she had encountered, with hair slicked back '50s style and the scrawny, immature start of a goatee on his chin. She made a copy of each picture and searched through the newsletters for more information. In Fourth Year, he had joined the Hufflepuff Quidditch team as a chaser. In Fifth he was Prefect. Sixth Year made him captain of the Quidditch team, and in Seventh, he was Head Boy.

Prefect, Quidditch captain, Head Boy. He must have had good grades, been well respected, and been a good leader. Hufflepuff won the Quidditch cup both years he was captain, and the House Cup in his final year.

Hermione noted all of this down, then turned to the 'Where They're Going Next' section for Seventh Years in the Spring 1957 newsletter. She traced her finger down the page until she found Fenrir's name, and was suddenly glad that no food or drink was allowed in the library, because she surely would have choked upon reading this:

"As will surprise no one, Fenrir is headed to the Ministry for a position in Diplomatic Relations."