Fic: A Revenge Best Served
Title: A Revenge Best Served
Summary: Fenrir Greyback never gets visitors in Azkaban until he's visited by a ghost from his past.
Pairings/Characters: Teddy Fenrir and a little bit of Harry
Word Count: 1176
Notes: I sort of imagined this on my walk home from work...I love writing older Teddy :D
PG-13 WARNING FOR LOTS OF SWEARING.
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After full moon was when Fenrir felt his weakest. Today, just like every day in Azkaban a guard or two would check on the werewolf’s state - from as far back as they could reach, and administer Wolfsbane potion by force.
For many, Wolfsbane was a cure, a way of living well, many werewolves had benefited. For Fenrir this was a way of stabilising him, keeping him calm. Of course this in the early days had resulted in a number of armed aurors having to pin him down and administer by force. Now, especially in the early hours of the moon it was rather easy.
The last twenty years he’d been in Azkaban had gone rather slowly, no visitors, apart from his jailers. Only the moon to remind him of his curse, his punishment to be caged for the crimes he had committed, crimes he wanted to commit again. He missed the taste of blood, the sound of the wind rushing through his hair, which now was long and tangled down his back. Fenrir was coming up to 79th year and he remembered everything and everyone he had bitten, everyone that was important.
Today, as he lay drugged and recovering, someone stood in front of his cell. Fenrir had to focus his eyes to see what he thought was a man, a familiar man. But it couldn’t be.
“You're dead,” the werewolf spat cruelly from his position on the floor.
The man said nothing, just staring at him, a dark cloak around his shoulders staring at the wolf with the utmost revolution.
Fenrir growled, unimpressed with the lack of communication. He got up from his place on the floor and clasped his grey hands around the bars to get a better look. There was no mistaking that face. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
“Come to gloat Lupin have you? Come to gloat that I’m in here and your out there!”
The man, this Lupin character, continued to say nothing and Fenrir’s throat gurgled into a growl.
“You bastard, speak to me! SPEAK! Tell me you told me so. Tell me that I deserve it. TELL ME!”
Then something changed, Fenrir was starting to sense there was something different about this Lupin, he looked too young to be his Lupin. Yes. He gritted his teeth. Was it Polyjuice potion? If not, what was it? In looks it was all there, the lopsided mouth and the square nose and the scar that sat across it as a constant reminder.
“You do deserve it,” said the man finally, and suddenly the oak coloured hair flecked with grey changed to a very dull blue. The scar disappeared and his eyes flashed a darker brown than his father’s. “And I am Lupin, I’m just not the one you were expecting.”
“The puppy. You?”
Teddy’s arms were folded over his chest as he observed the werewolf in front of him, and the way he stared just made Fenrir snarl wider, “You’re still a pup.”
“Perhaps.” Teddy said softly, he was nineteen years old, not quite the pup Fenrir expected, but he was young he knew in the eyes of the old wolf “but you’re the one behind bars.”
“And I don’t smell your fathers scent, you're not a wolf. You’re not really a pup your just a man with your fathers name and he wasn’t worthy of any of it. Why are you here little boy, come to stare at the beast who bit your precious daddy?”
Teddy said nothing, he continued to stare, the werewolf didn’t even know how the young boy got in, or why.
“Speak to me you little brat, why are you here?”
Teddy suddenly smiled, “I came to say thank you.”
Fenrir’s nostrils flared, his eyes wide. “Thank me? You insolent boy when I get out of here, and I will…I will make you wish you’d never been born.”
“But if you knew how to get out you’d have done it by now.” Teddy’s smile was descending into a smirk that matched those who resided on the Black Family tree. “You’ve been in here since the Second War Trials just after I was born and you’ve not devised a way out yet.”
Fenrir snarled, “You’re thanking me boy, thanking me, I think you’ve lost it. Your dad was right, Loony Lupin they called him didn’t they? The ghosts at school?”
Teddy ignored him, rolling up his sleeves he looked about before stepping closer. “I came to thank you Fenrir, no matter what you believe without you my mother and father may never have been together. May never have had me in the first place.”
“You’re a sick little puppy aren’t you boy?” The werewolf intoned so flabbergasted by the boy’s words. “I tried to kill your father countless times--”
“And yet you let another death eater do that didn’t you? I was surprised to hear it wasn’t you. You resorted to killing children instead. Was my father to big a challenge?”
A blow to the chest that Fenrir took hard, he gripped onto the bars tighter as Teddy straightened.
“You’re a monster but your also a victim, fortunately my dad knew better than you, so I just wanted to say thanks.”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on the werewolf. In fact Teddy’s devilish smirk only made Fenrir more annoyed. How dare the boy thank him for what he had done to Remus, how dare he assume that he was the reason the boy was happy?
And just like that the boy moved away from the bars as his name was called by one of the aurors, and Fenrir grasped to see who had called him, but couldn’t make it out.
“I’ll make you suffer, I made all the Lupins suffer one way or the other and I’ll make you suffer most!” the roar rang around the hall like a siren but Teddy nor the auror who had come with him didn’t batter an eyelid.
“Whatever, man, I’m not scared of werewolves.”
With that the Lupin boy disappeared out of sight and for the smallest second Fenrir started to believe that he had been dreaming, that this was part of his imprisonment but he couldn’t have. He gripped to the bars and screamed and screamed to his hearts content.
***
Harry was walking side by side with Teddy as they left the prison and couldn’t help the small smile that had also formed on his lips.
“You're not mad at me are you?” Teddy asked a little sheepishly.
“No, not mad. I did however ask you to get a feel of the place, not interrogate the werewolf your dad got bitten by. You’re training to be an auror not creating enemies, you need to just...keep that in mind...even if you can pull off your dad's likeness a little too well my own liking...”
“I know, but that was a special case. I won’t do it again Harry.”
“You better not and I’m not telling anyone about this either, especially your grandmother, she’ll kill me...and then you.”
Teddy Lupin didn't care. He had always intended all along to infuriate the werewolf if he ever saw him in the flesh so he just smiled to himself. Though part of what he had said was true, he had only wanted to make the wolf understand that his personal revenge was living a healthy life, one that his father had been able to do eventually to Fenrir's totally jealousy.
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Summary: Fenrir Greyback never gets visitors in Azkaban until he's visited by a ghost from his past.
Pairings/Characters: Teddy Fenrir and a little bit of Harry
Word Count: 1176
Notes: I sort of imagined this on my walk home from work...I love writing older Teddy :D
PG-13 WARNING FOR LOTS OF SWEARING.
***
After full moon was when Fenrir felt his weakest. Today, just like every day in Azkaban a guard or two would check on the werewolf’s state - from as far back as they could reach, and administer Wolfsbane potion by force.
For many, Wolfsbane was a cure, a way of living well, many werewolves had benefited. For Fenrir this was a way of stabilising him, keeping him calm. Of course this in the early days had resulted in a number of armed aurors having to pin him down and administer by force. Now, especially in the early hours of the moon it was rather easy.
The last twenty years he’d been in Azkaban had gone rather slowly, no visitors, apart from his jailers. Only the moon to remind him of his curse, his punishment to be caged for the crimes he had committed, crimes he wanted to commit again. He missed the taste of blood, the sound of the wind rushing through his hair, which now was long and tangled down his back. Fenrir was coming up to 79th year and he remembered everything and everyone he had bitten, everyone that was important.
Today, as he lay drugged and recovering, someone stood in front of his cell. Fenrir had to focus his eyes to see what he thought was a man, a familiar man. But it couldn’t be.
“You're dead,” the werewolf spat cruelly from his position on the floor.
The man said nothing, just staring at him, a dark cloak around his shoulders staring at the wolf with the utmost revolution.
Fenrir growled, unimpressed with the lack of communication. He got up from his place on the floor and clasped his grey hands around the bars to get a better look. There was no mistaking that face. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
“Come to gloat Lupin have you? Come to gloat that I’m in here and your out there!”
The man, this Lupin character, continued to say nothing and Fenrir’s throat gurgled into a growl.
“You bastard, speak to me! SPEAK! Tell me you told me so. Tell me that I deserve it. TELL ME!”
Then something changed, Fenrir was starting to sense there was something different about this Lupin, he looked too young to be his Lupin. Yes. He gritted his teeth. Was it Polyjuice potion? If not, what was it? In looks it was all there, the lopsided mouth and the square nose and the scar that sat across it as a constant reminder.
“You do deserve it,” said the man finally, and suddenly the oak coloured hair flecked with grey changed to a very dull blue. The scar disappeared and his eyes flashed a darker brown than his father’s. “And I am Lupin, I’m just not the one you were expecting.”
“The puppy. You?”
Teddy’s arms were folded over his chest as he observed the werewolf in front of him, and the way he stared just made Fenrir snarl wider, “You’re still a pup.”
“Perhaps.” Teddy said softly, he was nineteen years old, not quite the pup Fenrir expected, but he was young he knew in the eyes of the old wolf “but you’re the one behind bars.”
“And I don’t smell your fathers scent, you're not a wolf. You’re not really a pup your just a man with your fathers name and he wasn’t worthy of any of it. Why are you here little boy, come to stare at the beast who bit your precious daddy?”
Teddy said nothing, he continued to stare, the werewolf didn’t even know how the young boy got in, or why.
“Speak to me you little brat, why are you here?”
Teddy suddenly smiled, “I came to say thank you.”
Fenrir’s nostrils flared, his eyes wide. “Thank me? You insolent boy when I get out of here, and I will…I will make you wish you’d never been born.”
“But if you knew how to get out you’d have done it by now.” Teddy’s smile was descending into a smirk that matched those who resided on the Black Family tree. “You’ve been in here since the Second War Trials just after I was born and you’ve not devised a way out yet.”
Fenrir snarled, “You’re thanking me boy, thanking me, I think you’ve lost it. Your dad was right, Loony Lupin they called him didn’t they? The ghosts at school?”
Teddy ignored him, rolling up his sleeves he looked about before stepping closer. “I came to thank you Fenrir, no matter what you believe without you my mother and father may never have been together. May never have had me in the first place.”
“You’re a sick little puppy aren’t you boy?” The werewolf intoned so flabbergasted by the boy’s words. “I tried to kill your father countless times--”
“And yet you let another death eater do that didn’t you? I was surprised to hear it wasn’t you. You resorted to killing children instead. Was my father to big a challenge?”
A blow to the chest that Fenrir took hard, he gripped onto the bars tighter as Teddy straightened.
“You’re a monster but your also a victim, fortunately my dad knew better than you, so I just wanted to say thanks.”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on the werewolf. In fact Teddy’s devilish smirk only made Fenrir more annoyed. How dare the boy thank him for what he had done to Remus, how dare he assume that he was the reason the boy was happy?
And just like that the boy moved away from the bars as his name was called by one of the aurors, and Fenrir grasped to see who had called him, but couldn’t make it out.
“I’ll make you suffer, I made all the Lupins suffer one way or the other and I’ll make you suffer most!” the roar rang around the hall like a siren but Teddy nor the auror who had come with him didn’t batter an eyelid.
“Whatever, man, I’m not scared of werewolves.”
With that the Lupin boy disappeared out of sight and for the smallest second Fenrir started to believe that he had been dreaming, that this was part of his imprisonment but he couldn’t have. He gripped to the bars and screamed and screamed to his hearts content.
***
Harry was walking side by side with Teddy as they left the prison and couldn’t help the small smile that had also formed on his lips.
“You're not mad at me are you?” Teddy asked a little sheepishly.
“No, not mad. I did however ask you to get a feel of the place, not interrogate the werewolf your dad got bitten by. You’re training to be an auror not creating enemies, you need to just...keep that in mind...even if you can pull off your dad's likeness a little too well my own liking...”
“I know, but that was a special case. I won’t do it again Harry.”
“You better not and I’m not telling anyone about this either, especially your grandmother, she’ll kill me...and then you.”
Teddy Lupin didn't care. He had always intended all along to infuriate the werewolf if he ever saw him in the flesh so he just smiled to himself. Though part of what he had said was true, he had only wanted to make the wolf understand that his personal revenge was living a healthy life, one that his father had been able to do eventually to Fenrir's totally jealousy.
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