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The war was over.

That should have made him happy, and yet the world felt evenmore gray and dismal than it had before. Every day more ‘order’ members wereousted. Some were ‘re-educated’, their minds defiled in the name LordVoldemort, others were sentenced to Azkaban. The dementors were happy with thatruling of course because unlike the poor souls that had once been fed to them,members of the Order had known a spectrum of happy emotions.

Evan had quit the ministry. There was no reason to hide whohe was now. That should have made him happy too. He was free to pursue whateverextracurricular activities he wanted. He’d even been asked to teach atHogwarts. There was an opening for a charms professor and of course potionssince Severus was teaching the Dark Arts.

He stared at the headstone that adorned her grave. It was sostark and simple, not at all like the woman it represented. For one wildmoment, his lips quirked as he imagined the way she would rage over thesimplistic and boring marker. It certainly didn’t do her justice.

“MasterEvan?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the house elf and noddedfaintly. The reminder was all he needed. He had unfinished business and then hewas going to put London and his “allies” as far behind him as possible. He didn’tbelong here anymore. He was like a collared beast, a threat to those whodispleased the new tyrant, which meant there was only one thing left to do.

One Hour Later

“HelloTravers.”

The man on the other side of the door eyed him with a scowl,clearly confused for a moment before he shrugged and held the door open. They wereallies after all. Evan sauntered in, taking in the interior with an absentsweep. He was surprised to find it was so neat. Given the dark man’s preferencefor ‘smashing’ his victins, Evan hadn’t guessed that the man would capable ofthis kind of cleanliness. “How have youbeen doing?” He asked, his tone mild as he continued to survey.

Marlene had been killed in her home. It only seemed rightthat Travers die in his.

Devon shrugged and crossed the room to stand almostawkwardly near an arm chair. “Fine. Whatdo you want Rosier?” He asked tersely.

Evan turned around to face the man he’d thought of killingceaselessly since he’d found her broken lifeless body. By the time he’d foundout, it had been too late to save her. He hadn’t even been able to hang aroundand search for her killer because it wouldn’t have made sense for him to bearound. He’d been forced to leave her, bloodied and cold on the ground—He closedhis eyes, drawing in a deep breath. “Business.”He said coolly.

“Huh?”

A flick of his wand and the man stood motionless for aheartbeat before he toppled back to the ground with a dull thud. Evan ignoredhim as he began wrapping wards and charms around the room. It wouldn’t do forsomeone to interrupt them. When he was satisfied that the room was thoroughlyprotected he turned to the wizard that had taken her light from the world. Hetook his time, chaining the Death Eater from the ceiling so that his feet justbarely brushed the floor, and ensuring the shackles on his feet were tightenough to prevent kicking. Then he removed the petrification spell and startedsetting out his tools.

“Whatis this all about Rosier? What the fuck man?”

Evan ignored him. This was revenge. Cold. Determined.Unforgiving. He didn’t even look at the bully when he threw the first crucio,mainly because he was afraid the spell would kill the man and he wanted Traversto suffer. They had hours and Evanwas a master at dragging it out. “You’relucky of course.” He mused absently as the man’s bellowing pants of painfilled the otherwise silent room.

He picked up a dagger, a gift from Marlene, and he movedback to the Death Eater. “I would preferto make this last for days.” A cold smile tugged his lips but never quitereached his eyes. “Unfortunately, I can’trisk that someone might actually like you enough to visit and thus foil myplans. So we have the night.” There was no room for argument or debate. Hehad a plan, and he’d carry it through, and when he left, Marlene’s killer wouldbe dead, just as he’d delivered justice to his mother’s killer so long ago.  

“Whyare you doing this?” The man whimpered, the bullypersonality receding like a fallen mask.

Evan stared at the man long and hard, green eyes sharp andicy with hate. “Because you took herfrom me.” He lifted his wand again, and not another word left his mouththat was not a curse.

Every so often Evan would heal the man, extending their timetogether because it didn’t seem to matter how much the man screamed, or howmuch blood anointed the floor, the rage in his gut remained unappeased. At onepoint he even discarded his wand and just wailed on the man. He broke ribs,smashed the man’s nose, and still the yawning pit of emptiness threatened toconsume him.

When the first fingers of light began to tint the sky, Evanfinally put away his tools. He removed all trace of himself, but he left DevonTravers hanging from the ceiling with a langlock curse so that the man couldn’tcall out for help. Then he took the dagger that Marlene had given him and heshoved it into his gut in one clean slice. That was how she’d died. He’d lefther to bleed out, alone and cold. Evan had found her at the end, but it hadbeen too late. All he could do was hold her as the last desperate throws oflife shook her body.

He cleaned the dagger and stowed it before glancing one lasttime at Travers. With any luck it would take the man hours to die, and even if someonedid find him, it would be too late. Just as he’d been unable to save her, noone would be able to save the hanging Death Eater.

askboxmemes:

1) My muse finds an old journal they kept in their teens (or equivalent). After reading the entire thing, they fall asleep and dream of people they once knew, both friends and enemies.

2) My muse is given a chance to go back in time and re-do one single event.

3) Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.

4) Send me a character and the word “love” or “war.” For love, I will write a romantic scene between that character and my muse. For war, I will write an argument between that character and my muse.

5) Your muse and mine meet on a battlefield.

6) My muse is in love with yours, but your muse loves another. (Feel free to also send the name of the character your muse loves.)

7) My muse has survived a great battle, but someone they love has not.

8) My muse either finds, or loses, their faith in a higher power. (Specify which.)

9) Your muse is hurt or grieving. (Specify which.) My muse will assist or comfort them.

10) A drabble about my muse’s first love.

11) A drabble about my muse’s worst enemy.

“Wait…wait I got more!” Gavinweaved toward the couch (pretty much all the furniture his studio flat had)holding aloft a fresh bottle of fire whiskey. “Pretty sure I got this on m’birthday.” He paused by the couch,holding it out in front of his face. “Wussavin’ it but I can’t remember whut for.” He confessed.

“Well give it here then!” Lily made grabby hands, and then bouncedback. “Then sit. You said truth, and I’mtryin’ to come up with a good one!” Her face screwed up as she thoughtbefore she finally said, “KathleenHarrigan. There were rumors that you and she hooked up after that last winterball. So truth—you had sex for the first time at Hogwarts.”

“Changed m’mind. I want a dare.” Gavin said emphatically as he settled onthe edge of the sofa, nearly falling off in the process. “Lay it on me.”

“Chicken. Some Gryffindor you are.” Lily taunted, pouring a liberal dollop ofwhiskey in her shot glass.

“Hey now!” Gavin made a face, holding out his ownshot glass. He’d lost track of how much they’d had. There’d been the bottle ofvodka she’d brought over, diligently made into screw drivers. Then they’dswitched to the remnants of his rum (and gave up the pretense of ‘makingdrinks’). To say they were three sheets to the wind was a generous description.“Fine fine. Mean hussy’s whut you are.Here, lemme see your purse.”

“What for?” Lily blinked at him.

“Cause I heard James only has one testicle,an’ I figure you’d have it.”He grinned unrepentantly, dodging her pillow missile by falling on his ownfloor.

“Now you’re just stalling. Truth!” Lily insisted again, grabbing for thebottle that Gavin had reclaimed.

“Alright, you want a truth? I’ll give you atruth! I,” Gavin held uphis drink, going for dramatic. He considered drinking it. Technically his bodyhad had sex, that counted right? Still, it wasn’t true. He hadn’t had sex inHogwarts and certainly no time after that. He crinkled his nose and put hisdrink down.

“No! You are so lying!” Lily insisted.

Gavinshook his head. “Sorry to disappointyou Mrs. Potter, but I was a perfect gentleman at Hogwarts. Snogging doesn’t count.”He tossed back his shot and said, “Now,your turn.”

Lilyeyed him and then her eyes widened. “Ohmygodyoureavirgin?!”She fell off the couch she was laughing so hard.

Send me “test subject” for a drabble about one of our muses being part of an experiment of some sort and the other breaking an entry to find them and attempt to free them

She hadn’t had a fully-grown werewolf before. She’d had juveniles, sure, but never an adult. It was fantastic. She stroked a hand over his face, as he slumped, unconscious, in a chair, straitjacketed and ankles cuffed to the chair legs, his collar chained to the wall behind him. 

“Look at you...” She whispered, crouching in front of him. “Oh, look. That jawline, baby. Beautiful.” She chuckled, and then undid the jacket, inserting a cannula under his skin, taping it down his arm, and then re-securing him in the jacket. “There we go. Oh, hello!”

He stirred, eyelashes fluttering, and groaned. “Oh, I know. Those aren’t fun to wake up from. But, if you’re good, we won’t have to any more, right?” She grinned, and he very slowly moved his eyes up to her face. “Oh wow, look at those eyes. Aren’t th-”

“Let... Me go...” He growled. 

“Oh, none of that nonsense.” She chuckled, petting his hair gently. “You’re safe now! And we’re going to have a lot of fun.” She smiled, and picked a syringe up off the side, sticking a needle firmly onto it, and then inserted it into the cannula. He growled, snapping weakly at her, and she tutted. “Shhh. Don’t fight it, mister. No point in that. Now it might give you a bit of irritation, a bit of a rash, but that’s okay.” She murmured, and he bared his teeth at her again. She chuckled. “Oh dear.” She tilted her head, over at the corner, and then turned around. Something hit his side, and he spasmed as the cattle prod hit him, screaming. “We’re gonna need to put a gag in your mouth if I keep having to shock you.” She said, regretfully, and he glared at her, breathing hard. “I mean, you’ll be muzzled anyway. These teeth are dangerous.” She brushed a hand over his jaw, and he snapped at her, coughing as his lunge made the collar dig in. 

He was in there a month. That was all it took to break him, less, even. He was a model patient. He was sitting still in his cell, one wrist cuffed to the wall, with a cannula in his opposite arm. His head was back against the wall, and his eyes were glazed. Electrodes were taped to his skin, with wires running up to various machines.

“Are you ready for your next dose?” She asked, smiling, as she came in. He still didn’t know her name. She was just Her. 

He carefully dragged his eyes off the ceiling, gradually, and looked at her. “Y....es ma’am.” The words were muffled by the muzzle he still had to wear.

“I see we’re feeling polite today! Good boy.” She rubbed his head, and he leaned into the touch. It was the only affection he got nowadays. She bent to kiss his cheek, and then took a syringe and drew from a bottle. 

Everything went dark. She squeaked, softly, and Fenrir growled quietly. There were a couple of shouts from the corridor, and she looked up, turning to the door. 

It slammed open, and a tall figure breezed in. “Good evening.” The voice was clipped, deadly calm, and he looked around the room, his eyes pausing on Fen for a moment, who looked back at him mutely. “It appears you have something I value.” His eyes locked on the woman, who had backed right against the wall. 

“This... Is a closed... facility...” She stammered, and Fenrir watched as he was suddenly in front of her, his hand on her throat, and then he drove a blade up under her jaw, into her head. She slid down the wall, and the man moved to him, crouching down. “Fenrir?”

He looked at him, dully, as the man reached up to undo the muzzle. “Do not bite me. Do you know who I am?” Fenrir looked at him, blankly, as he released the cuff, and started pulling the electrodes off. “You are my... friend.” He frowned slightly, as if he wasn’t sure, and then looked up at him, narrowing his eyes slightly. 

“Remember, Fenrir. It’s important.” Fenrir shifted, shutting his eyes tightly, frowning. 

“I don’t....”

“Yes, you can. You know who I am.”

“I... Dirt.” The man raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry?”

“You don’t like dirt. Or mess.”

“That’s... true.” He nodded.

“Evan. Evan! Evan you have to get me out-”

“That’s the plan. Come on.” He stood, and hauled him up. “Let’s go.” Fenrir nodded, and headed for the door, taking a deep breath, unsteady on his feet. Evan dragged his arm over his shoulders, surprisingly strong, and supported him out of the facility, killing as he went.

Fenrir collapsed on the grass outside, waking up with Tolmi’s nervous face over him. “Master Fenrir is awake!” He squeaked, and then Evan appeared. 

“Good afternoon.”

Fenrir shuddered, and rolled over, vomiting on the floor. Evan recoiled, and Tolmi quickly snapped his fingers, vanishing it. “S-Sorry...” Evan rolled him over, and pulled his eyelid up a little, swatting away the protesting hand with ease. 

“You’re hooked. They...” He shook his head, and Fenrir nodded, gingerly.

“I’m sorry-”

"Cmon Sproglet. Undercover."

"You're the 6'6" hulking werewolf, not me." 

"Well maybe if you stop pointing it out, people won't notice!"

"That's not how this works."

"Shut up."

Fenrir chuckled, and then nudged him. "Let's go get a milkshake."

"A... a wh- a, a milkshake? Fenrir, we're on a mission! We can't get milkshakes!"

"Sure we can. Go on." He effectively blocked Regulus from going anywhere but the little cafe, and he sighed heavily, as if it was the most difficult task in the world, and headed in. Fenrir snickered, following him in. They both sat down, and then looked at each other. "Well, go on then." 

Regulus raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Well I'm not buying it!"

"But you're... I'm still in school! You have a job!"

"Do I? I'm probably fired then."

"You don't have a job?"

"I'm literally the most famous werewolf in the entire country, Regulus, they don't exactly have job openings for murderers."

"But-"

"Besides, you're the Black heir! You're going to be one of the richest men in the country when your parents bite the dust. You've got cash coming out of your ears."

"Not yet I don't!"

"Well then, I guess we'll sit here, and we'll just... sit. And watch out the window for Ephesus. And it'll be incredibly awkward. And maybe if I get a little bit hungry, I might just decide to see what Sproglet tastes-"

"I'm getting one! But I didn't know we'd need money, so I only have a few knuts on me."

"Well then you can buy me one."

Regulus soon returned, sitting down with a milkshake. "I got chocolate."

"Nice." Fenrir tugged it towards himself, drinking. "Mmm, s'not bad." He grinned, and then raised an eyebrow as he pulled it back. "Er, Sproglet?"

"I bought it!"

Fen leaned over, pulling a glass off a nearby table, and tipped a tiny bit of the shake into it, shoving that at him. "And your generosity is appreciated."

Regulus spluttered a little, and then sagged, resigning himself to his tiny serving of the milkshake, eyeing the tall glass Fenrir was sipping from. Fenrir just gave him a wolfy grin, and continued.

He quickly downed the last of it, and Regulus gave him a resentful look. "In a hurry, are we?"

"You could say that, yeah."

"Why?" The boy frowned, as Fenrir got up.

He picked his way nimbly through the rubble that had just collapsed, almost crushing him, sniffing intently. He didn't give a crap about what had happened to the people they were supposed to be killing - or rather, that Evan was supposed to be killing and he was supposed to be standing watch like a good dog - but his friend had still been in there when the building came down. 

"Evan!" There was no answer, but the man's distinctive scent came to him, and he followed it. He crouched by the body, quickly checking for vitals, his own heart pounding, and sighed in relief. "Dumbass. Got too arrogant. C'mon, wake up." Evan didn't move, and Fen could smell that he was bleeding. He shook his head, and picked the younger man up with ease, padding away from the scene and Apparating them both.

He carefully placed Evan down on the sofa, and set about healing the gash on the back of his head, hoping it wasn't anything more complex than that. "Get some rest, mate." He patted his shoulder, standing up. 

A few minutes later, Thane yelped. "Fen!" He got up, padding in, and froze as he saw Thane pinned against the wall, Evan's wand to his throat.

"Evan! What are you doing?" He growled, moving towards him, only to have the wand pointed at him. "Evan? Are you imperiused?" 

"Where am I?"

Aw, crap.

"You're at mine. Fenrir. You bought us this house. We're allies, Evan."

The man's green eyes were mad with confusion, and Fen put his hands up. "Look, I'm unarmed, so are the pups. If you were an enemy I wouldn't have left you armed and free, would I?" Evan shook his head, the wand lowering just a bit. 

"There... Easy now. Thane, Emily, get out, go outside." The pups did, slinking out, and he kept eye contact with his friend. "Now... put that away and I'll help you, alright?" Evan's wand hand twitched, and he slowly lowered it to his side.

"D'you know who I am?"

"I've never met you before. I know who you are, though."

"Fuck. Look, we met through the Dark Lord. It's fine, it's safe to talk here. You lost a victim, d'you remember that? She got away from you, I don't know how. So you asked us to help you track her down."

He could see the cogs turning, and Evan paced away from him, before turning to hold his hand out. "Wand."

"Alright, just don't hex me." He handed his wand over, and Evan took it, rolling it in his fingers, examining it.

"We are allies." 

"You remember?"

"No." Evan turned, a look of quiet confusion on his face. "But you wouldn't have given me this if you didn't trust me." He held it out, and Fenrir nodded. 

"I'd go so far to say we were friends. Though you always say you don't have friends."

Evan looked at him, keenly, twirling Fenrir's wand in his hand. "What happened?"

"We were on a job. You were inside, doing your thing, and I think you must've... I dunno, exploded something, and then the whole building came down. You were in it - I guess you might be concussed. I dragged you out and brought you here. And then you woke up and threatened-"

He frowned, stepping back. "I... Wait, d'you remember Rose?"

"Rose?"

"Shit, you could've gone back and killed her. It's... It's kind of a long story. She fucked up. And I asked you to punish her, and when you brought her back, she wasn't... I'd thought she'd be able to go back to how she was. But then she came back, and there was nothing under the anger. So I had to-"

"Send her away. And she came back to me."

He sighed in relief. "You remember." 

Evan sat down, his head in his hands, and Fenrir grabbed a pain potion off the shelf, and handed it to his friend. "There you go. S'just a pain potion."

"Fuckin' need it." He muttered, taking it, and curled over. "Ugh. It's coming back. We... We've hunted together. And you got Kaijahn, the boy-"

"That's it!"

"...Thane? That's... the one I threatened?"

"Oh thank fuck for that." He gave another sigh, shaking his head. "I didn't wanna have to deal with you killing all my wolves."

"Retrograde amnesia isn't that uncommon with a head injury. Probably mild damage to the temporal lobes."

"Uh... Sure. I'm just glad you're alright."

"Tolmi!" The little elf appeared, ears perking up. 

"Master Evan is alright! Tolmi worried, but he knew he was with M- Fenrir." Fenrir chuckled.

"Evan lost his memory, got caught in a collapsing building. I can only guess you got your shield up in time to protect yourself. Hence you're not, y'know. Evan-flavoured jam." His friend wrinkled his nose, and smiled. 

"Thank you for that imagery." He stood up, and Fen clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Glad you're alright. Next time you want to blow up a building, try, y'know, not being in it when you blow it up." Evan chuckled, and both he and the elf vanished. 

Thane poked his head in the door. "Is he murdering us all?"

"Nope."

"Good. Uh, Mercy twisted her ankle."

Avitus put the note down, watching the firelightgleam off the official Hogwarts seal. Two months. He was furious that it hadtaken them a month let alone two to inform him. Now it would be evenmore difficult to take care of the matter. He tapped a finger to his lips as heconsidered, his temper soaring. As soon as word got out, her chances would beutterly destroyed. No pureblood male worth his salt wanted someone’s castoff.It was one thing for her to be a bitch in heat, quite another for her to be stupid enoughto get pregnant.

There was a sudden crack and he glanced up to seeKahlo, his daughter held firm by one hand, and Gritzle by the other. “Take Gritzle with you to the kitchens.”He said brusquely, standing up.

“Will the irons besufficient Master Carrow?”

“Hardly, but they’re asgood a place to start as any. Make sure to whip the bottom of her feet too. Ijust got a new riding crop in last week. That should do the job.”

“Yes Master Carrow.”

He waited until the elf was gone before he turnedtoward his daughter. She didn’t even have a chance to flinch. One moment he wasjust looking at her, and in the next his hand was cracking across her face withenough force to make her stagger. “As ifsullying yourself by rutting with anyone willing to fill the space between your thighs weren’t enough, you dared let yourself get pregnant?”

When she just glared at him, hand to her woundedcheek and blue eyes sparkling with contained tears, he snarled and lungedforward to tangle a hand into her hair, yanking her forward. “Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know.”

He shook her by her hair. “Don’t you fucking lie to me. Who’s the father?” He wasn’tsurprised when she refused to say. She’d always had a stubborn streak. Hebackhanded her again, busting her lip, not that he cared. The trickle of bloodthat adorned her chin was just the beginning. Lifting his wand he growled, “Legilimens!” He scoured her mind,digging ruthlessly for what he wanted, and then he drew back with a string ofcurses. “Kahlo!”  He paced away, fury vibrating likelightning through his being.

“Yes Master Carrow?”

“Get Amycus.”

“No!” Alecto shook her head, motivated as always bythe mere mention of her twin.

“Oh yes. As if I’d letthis perversion stand? Even if it weren’t his I’d get rid of that spawn in yourbelly because you’re worthless to me if anyone finds out. Your purpose is toget married to the man of my choosing. Then you can give him all the babies hewants, but until I give you away, you belong to me.” He hissed, glancing up at the sudden crack.

“Lecty?”

The nickname had always annoyed him, and hegritted his teeth, straightening even more. “I told you she was off limits Amycus. Being with your sister is a perversion, and now she is with child.”He always tried to use small words with his son, but sometimes it was harderthan seemed possible. “So now I need youto fix this mess.”

“Pregnant?” Amycus stepped forward,eyes locked on his twin’s abdomen.

Avitus snarled in frustration. “its not a good thing Amycus.” He saidwith more patience than he possessed. “Whichis why I need you to get the vial on the corner of my desk, and then you’regoing to give it to your sister.”

“What? No…” Amycus shook his head,digging a hand into his tousled blond locks. “I don’t want to. What if it hurts her?”

He looked down, silently counting to ten, thenlifted his wand and wrapped an imperio around his son’s delicate mind. Withinmoments Amycus was grabbing the vial off his desk and striding over to hissister.

“Please don’t do this.Father… Daddy don’t! Please I’ll do anything!”

“That would be the root ofthis problem, yes.”Avitus nodded, his concentration unbending. A puppetmaster, he directed Amycuswithout hesitation, and the young wizard yanked his twin’s head back, only hecouldn’t hold the vial and open her mouth that way. His father was ahead of thegame though, and he easily moved his hand to pinch her nose, forcing her toopen her mouth to breathe, and he was dumping the liquid down her throat andshoving her jaw closed so she couldn’t spit it up.

Avitus held the spell for a few more minutes, longenough for the potion to absorb into her body, and then he released Amycus, lipcurling as the boy sank down before Alecto who was already cramping up. “Remember this the next time you let hermanipulate you into touching her Amycus.” He said calmly, seeminglyoblivious to his daughter’s screams as she curled around her abdomen.

“Lecty?”

His daughter just screamed. Avitus saunteredforward, bending down to collect his children’s wands before he straightenedand headed for the door. “Kahlo takeAmycus back to his room when everything is done.” He glanced at his watch. “I have an appointment. See to it this messis gone when I come back.”

“Yes Master Carrow.”

He panted, desperately, ears flicking back and forth. His pack... Where was his pack? He didn't know where they'd gone. He couldn't remember how they had been separated, and he didn't recognise the scent of where he was. He didn't know how long he had been there. Was it minutes, or days?

He tipped his head back, and howled. He pricked his ears, listening for an answer, but none came. Where are you? He whimpered, dropping his head to nose at the trap clamped securely around his leg. They would be changing back tomorrow, what if they didn't find him before then?

It would cripple him. He knew that. The bones would be unable to reform, they wouldn't work and he would be lamed for the rest of his days. An Alpha who couldn't walk was no Alpha at all.

He howled again, a note of desperation in the cry, as the sun began to leach through the trees. Please, Goddess, send my pack my way. Please. He'd tried yanking it out, but it was either very deeply rooted, or charmed in place. 

Another howl, tail wagging, praying for his pack, for the pain to stop. His wand taunted him from the strap on his hind leg, but he'd tried using it in this form, and he didn't have the mental acuity needed for the task. I hurt I hurt I hurt-

There was movement, and his ears pricked. He whimpered, an invitation to his pack, a scared warning to anyone else. Help or stay away. He wasn't even in centaur territory, he couldn't hope for them to find him. He whimpered again, and a tall, lean form moved out of the bushes, wand trained on him.

He knew his scent immediately, and moved forward, before giving a yip that was almost a scream of pain as the bones in his leg crunched painfully. His tail wagged frantically, and he licked his muzzle, whining. Help me.

"You said you can understand me... So understand this." His voice was thin and strained, and he didn't move forwards, wand still trained on him, his hand trembling. He must have just changed back... alone and afraid. It killed Fenrir, and he wished the boy would just give him a chance to see how wonderful being a wolf, a pack wolf, could really be.

"If you make a single move, I will kill you. I should... I should kill you anyway." Fenrir dropped his ears back, averting his gaze, his stance changing to small and hunched up, though he was as tall as Remus and weighed at least three times as much. He licked his muzzle, nervously, tail wagging, and whined softly. Remus approached, wand still trained on Fenrir's head, and looked down at the trap, briefly, looking back at Fenrir again. The Alpha wanted to scream. Why would I hurt you? You're pack, Remus!

The boy looked at him, pausing, and Fenrir whined again. Please help me. And, ever so slowly, Remus crouched down, and, with effort, stood on the release plate and pulled the jaws apart. Fenrir pulled his foot out, yowling in pain, and Remus jumped back, wand directly between his eyes. "I said not a single move!" Fenrir froze, apart from his tail wagging a little, and Remus straightened his back. "Now lie down. I'll heal it. But this means nothing." Fenrir lay down, on his side, broken leg lying limply away from him. Remus looked at him, and then ripped a strip from his shirt, tying it around Fenrir's muzzle, and behind his ears. He whimpered as he yanked at the knot, but didn't move. He was at the boy's mercy. He wouldn't be able to get it off alone, or howl for his pack.

Satisfied, the boy began healing his leg, and Fenrir lay as still as he could, muscles rippling with pain, whimpers escaping his tightly-shut muzzle. He eyed Remus as he worked, and then stood up. "There." Fenrir raised his head, flinching when the boy's wand flicked back around to him, straight away.

He decided to try. 

Slowly, he rolled onto his front, ears back, just as Remus reached to undo the muzzle, and the boy recoiled, stepping back, wand trained on his head. "I should... I should kill you." He murmured, his hand trembling, and Fenrir looked at him, gold eyes calm and even. After a tense moment, he gathered his legs under him, and tensed to stand.

The last thing he saw was Remus' wand slashing towards him.

Until he woke up. The sun was up, now, and he still didn't know where he was. But he could walk, and-

Ah.

His gamble hadn't paid off, and his jaw was still tightly shut. He whimpered, shifting, insecurely, tail tucking under him, looking around uneasily. Shit. He padded forwards, moving slowly, cautiously, ears back, slinking through the shadows, sniffing compulsively for any sign of another wolf, or his pack, or civilisation.

And then he heard a howl, and another, and another.

Pack! He ran towards the sound, and soon crashed into Emma, who yipped, startled, snarling, before recognising her Alpha. She barked, and Thane came leaping over. He sniffed at the muzzle, before carefully biting and ripping it away. 

Where were you? His Beta nuzzled at his face, and he licked him. 

Pack. The Lost one. He found me. I was trapped, and he saved me.

Thane whimpered. Where is he? Where is my brother? 

The big Alpha sighed, flicking his ears, dipping his muzzle.