Selene
The scent stopped him in his tracks and sent his heart rate skyrocketing. All at once the sounds of the battle faded into insignificance and he honed in on the direction it was coming from. Moving swiftly, he dodged around his brethren and The Order, intent on getting to it as quickly as possible. It could not be what he thought it was, and yet there was no possible way it was not. The very thought left a painful hollowed-out feeling in his chest. He was so intent on his new mission that he was pulled up short by the wizard who blocked his path, deliberately trying to drive him back. In his furry, he lashed out, clawing his face and throwing him to the side. It didn't matter. Snape and Draco were calling them back and the scent was fading. He let out a howl of rage, barely feeling it when Thorfinn bodily forced him from the castle, his face creasing in concern.
It was many more months before he caught the scent again, although Merlin knew it wasn't for lack of trying. He’d joined as many snatchers patrols as he could, desperately hoping he hadn't imagined the whole thing. More often than not, Thorfinn joined him, keeping a wary eye on his increasingly erratic behaviour.
“What is it?” THorfin hissed as he froze.
“She's here.” he breathed, scarcely daring to believe it.
“What?”
“Selene.”
“Selene,” Thorfinn repeated, understanding finally dawning on his face. “Fuck.”
And then they were moving, the enchantments breaking sending the three teenagers running. Not that it was any good, they were bound in under ten minutes. He took a moment to admire her quick thinking as he stared at the swollen face of Harry Potter, not yet brave enough to face her. Not now he knew who she was. She was going to despise him. The very thought made him want to weep.
“Um. Boss man?” Thorfinn hedged, catching his eye, the other snatchers beginning to get antsy.
“Quicker than they could blink he took them down, ensuring they wouldn't be an issue.
“For fucks sake,” Thorfinn muttered, eyeing the now wide-eyed, petrified teens and goblin watching with interest. “How the fuck are we explaining this?”
He paused, realising he hadn't a fucking clue how they were explaining this. “Obliviate the goblin. We’ll take the rest….elsewhere.”
He realised how threatening he sounded when he heard Thorfinns muttering and saw the way their faces paled further.
“Let's go then,” Thorfin nudged him and with a nod, he gripped the ginger boy's arm and apparated them away.
“I’m going to untie you.” he warned, eyeing the four teens in front of them.
“Is that wise?” Thorfinn checked.
“Likely not,” he sighed, “But i'm going to do it anyway.” he pinned the teens with a look. “Do not run.”
He could see them glancing at each other, clearly trying to find an explanation and a way out. He was gratified to see that they were at least silent until he remembered Thorfinn had silenced them.
“Now then.” he gestured to the sofa. “Sit.”
“What do you want with us?” Even with his swollen face, Fenrir could tell Potter was glaring.
“I don't particularly want you at all. I want her.”
“You're not getting her!” whatever the hell that Weasley was called exclaimed. Just as he was about to answer she met his eyes.
“Why?”
“Why?” he gave a mirthless, pained laugh, sending their eyebrows skyrocketing.
“Is that who I think it is?” the last one muttered, Dean he thought they'd called him.
“If you're asking if I'm Fenrir Greyback then you'd be right,” he nodded to Thorfinn, ignoring the way he turned ashen at the confirmation. “Thorfinn Rowle. As for why you…” he trailed off taking in the delicate features on her gaunt face. She was much, much too thin and he hated it. He was supposed to protect her, but instead, instead, she'd been reduced to this. He blew out a breath. “Many years ago, I had a thriving, relatively peaceful pack.”
“Tell that to Remus,” Potter scoffed.
He inclined his head. “He was a mistake.”
“Oh well that makes it fine then," he replied scathingly.
“I didn't say it did,” he retorted, forcing himself to keep his tone even. She'd never forgive him if he murdered the little bastard. “As I was saying. I had a relatively peaceful and thriving pack. And a mate. We….we had a child. Two. Atlas, and Selene.” he have a sad wistful smile, feeling Thorfinn squeeze his shoulder in support. “And then we were attacked. My mate was slaughtered with half the pack. Atlas…survived, although barely. And my Selene. I thought she was dead.”
“No,” Hermione breathed, watching the grief on his face, feeling the pull of something demanding she go to this monster in front of her.
“Yes!” he growled. “I know you can feel it.”
“No!” her eyes were wide and panicked.
“Never felt like something was missing? Never wondered why the moon makes you restless? The Dark Lord promised me revenge on the one who orchestrated the attack on us. I thought…in my grief it was the best way. I know now it was not.”
“Who attacked you?” she murmured ignoring the shouting boys at her side.
“The Order on Albus Dumbledores say so. They believed with no proof that I was working with the Dark Lord and that meant we were dangerous and needed to be put down. Lupin, believe it or not, tried to convince them otherwise. He’d infiltrated us months before. I knew of course. We discussed….our shared history; he is still the only child I've ever bitten and while I'm not proud of that, I am not the monster they'd like you to believe I am. He’d been sent to a pack further north when we were ambushed, not that I knew it at the time. I was angry with him for a long time, believing him to have betrayed us.”
“Would he have known?”
Fenrir stilled, “Yes,” he breathed. “He must have known who you were. But I was not safe for him to approach, as I said, I blamed him for the attack.”
“Explains a few things,” she muttered.
“Hermione!” Ron's voice was scandalised, “You can't…”
“I’ll thank you not to tell me what I can and can't do Ronald Weasely!” she snarled before turning back to him. “I intend to end your mad master, either you help or you kill me. Your choice.”
Fenrir blanched as he stared at the open deviance on his daughter's face. “Seeing as I wont be killing you, I imagine you're going to have to let me help.”
He watched as she glanced at Harry, both of them having a silent conversation that excluded the rest of them before he nodded sharply once.
“Well then. I assume you know the mechanics of an unbreakable vow?”