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[fenrirthegrey]

Who: Fenrir, Ron
Where: Snowdonia, Wales
When: January 23, 2001
Status: Complete

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[fenrirthegrey]

When the human fled, Greyback felt that fierce pleasure zing though him that signified that the hunt was on. He threw his head back and loosed a howl to the skies.

He reached within and pulled the rest of the beast up to the surface. As soon as his front paws hit the cold ground, he took off after Weasley. The loose slate scattered under his paws as he tore his way up the hill.

He hadn't had this much fun in a very long time.

[waningred]

With Greyback still hot on his heels, he desperately needed to put enough space between himself and the wolf to get his bearings and retrieve his wand. The opportunity came when Greyback misjudged the stability of one of the multitude of slippery obstructions, losing his footing for a few all too precious seconds. Spying an outcropping of rocks, Ron lunged forward with a sudden burst of adrenaline. Maybe, just maybe if he could get behind them he could make some sort of stand after all.

Diving, he landed behind the rocks with a winded grunt and rolled into a crouch, ignoring the pain as his knee made contact with a jagged edge of slate, slicing through fabric and skin. It had been a while since he'd had to run that fast for that long; and it showed.

Hastily jerking his wand from its hiding place, the much-abused length of wood snagged on his sleeve and leather straps that bound it to his arm. "Fuck!" he cried, finally yanking the dratted thing free and firing off a stun spell in the direction of Greyback.

[fenrirthegrey]

Greyback dodged the spell shooting at him, sending up loose slate. He let loose a small yelp as he did so. Then he plunged on forward, his tongue lolling over his fangs. If he'd been man-shaped, he'd have been grinning. He felt revitalized, and when the beast rode him, he couldn't think beyond that. The Ministry, his pack, all of it- poof, disappeared. All that there was for him in those moments was the chase.

He continued after his prey, mindless but for following the scent and sounds of the human that ran before him. The wizard was out of sight, but Greyback could smell him in the air. He slowed by an outcropping in the hillside, and sniffed the ground.

[waningred]

Now, a sensible person would have Apparated themselves out of such a situation lickity split. Get out in one piece while there was still time. But Gryffindors seldom listened to their inner voice of reason. Besides, he had a score to settle - for Bill and everyone else whose lives had been forever changed or ruined by the filthy likes of Greyback. And if he could kill him, well, that would be a real feather in the cap of the Order.

"What I wouldn't give for Harry's cloak right about now," he murmured under his breath. Or Harry. Or Hermione. Backup of any kind would be wonderful right about now. Hoping for a miracle, Ron looked to the heavens and got nothing in return. No surprise. Miracles of that kind for a member of the once Golden Trio had been used up years ago.

Gripping his wand, he emerged from his hiding place and figuratively jumped into the blazing inferno of no return.

"Avada Kedavra!" Ron screamed, pulling all of the hate he could muster for the werewolf bounding toward him into those two words.

[fenrirthegrey]

Greyback couldn't determine the flash of color coming from the wizard's wand- bloody wolf's vision- but there was no mistaking the words Weasley shouted. A snarl of fury erupted from him as he dodged the lethal curse. Enraged, he was ready to end the chase. He was ready to taste this paltry human's flesh.

He sprang forward, his body arcing through the air to where Weasley crouched. His large front paws hit the wizard in the chest, and Greyback put his face close to his prey's and snarled. He wished he had a voice to tell Weasley how foolish he'd been. The human scrambled back, but there was no escaping Greyback's sharp teeth. The change in position had made crushing the wizard's neck in between his powerful jaws awkward, but his flailing limbs were in easy reach.

Greyback sank his teeth into the meat of Weasley's arm. He latched on and tore at the tender flesh. When the boy's blood hit his tongue, he bit down deeper. Wizard blood always did taste the best.