grey_wolf (grey_wolf) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-04-14 06:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 04, character: dominique weasley, character: fenrir greyback, character: remus lupin, character: severus snape, dead character: harry potter, npc: auror |
RP: Greyback
Who: Fenrir Greyback, NPC Aurors
Where: Hogwarts
When: April 14, 2025, late evening to early morning April 15, 2025
Rating/Warnings: Murder
Summary: Greyback returns
Blood pounded in his ears, through his veins. The full was still a few days away, but he couldn't wait. He needed blood. He had spent the morning watching the people in the streets, selecting the next victim. Actually, he picked two victims; one was a little five-year-old boy who Fenrir thought was just ripe for turning. His other victim was a wench from the tavern; whores were always easy to pick off and often could go weeks before someone missed them.
Now, he eyes opened with a start. With his victim already selected, Fenrir rolled over to get out of bed; only he wasn't in bed. No, the werewolf was in the courtyard of Hogwarts. Instinctively, he got to his feet, but crouched low to the ground. He had gone to sleep in the afternoon with a knife strapped to his leg. He wanted to be well rested for the cover of darkness before going after the whore who was unaware that tonight would be her last. Pulling the knife free from its sheath, Fenrir moved quickly into the shadows alongside the castle. There were many shadows since it was so late at night.
Voices came from around the corner; two men were wearing Auror robes and talking to one another about some woman named McKinnon. Creeping up behind them, Fenrir grabbed one and slit his throat mid sentence. The other Auror had just turned in time to have a knife slip under his ribcage and puncture a lung. Blood bubbled out of his mouth as he tried to call for help. Both men died within minutes.
Carrying each body to the shadows, Fenrir stole the wands. The werewolf knew the bodies would be found in the morning and he was going to be far away. If Aurors were walking around, something was surely going on. Having spent a great deal of time avoiding the authorities, he kept close to the castle, listening for more voices as he made his way toward the Forbidden Forest.
Fenrir stayed low in a crouch as he moved along the building until he came to the large clearing before the forest. It was light out, which meant they were probably more Aurors out as well as children. A smile came to his face at the thought of all the first years he could turn. Taking a deep breath, he smelled them. More werewolves; one scent was more familiar than the others.
Since when do they allow werewolves on school grounds? he wondered. Fenrir would have liked to look around, but he could smell more people approaching. Taking a chance, he made a run for it, straight for the forest. The scent of the other wolves faded as he passed the caretaker's cottage toward the trees. Curiosity as to what was going on caused him to run faster to make it outside the edge of the school grounds. Perhaps the Malfoys could be of some assistance.