Sins of the Father (A Greyback Tale)

[Xane Crest]

This story was not written by me.

The rain from the night's storm left the morning sky a dark gray and the ground littered with small puddles of muddy water. The roof tops dripped rain down their gutters; the sound of the water flowing from gutters to street drains could still be heard even over the new day's noise as people woke, preparing for the day ahead of them. The noise of the city echoed through the morning air, its busy sounds travling to the outskirts of the city to a small road named Barsin Street, and floated in through an open window at number six, waking the sleeping soul inside.
A young woman with dark, golden blond hair stirred in her sheets, rolling over onto one side, pulling a pillow over her head, trying to block out the noise, but it did no good, her hearing, more acute than that of a regular human, could not be stopped by something as soft as a pillow. With a groan the young woman kicked the sheets off of her and sat up, dark gray-blue eyes searching the room in a sleepy daze. Her name was Rane Greyback, and she was a werewolf.
"God could they be any more loud?" Rane said, scooting to the edge of the bed, letting her feet search the floor blindly for her slippers. When both bare feet had found their fuzzy, black homes, Rane stood up and stretched, yawning. Two slightly enlarged canines glitend in the dim morning light then dissapeared as she closed her mouth, running her tongue over her lips, moistening them.
A car horn honked as it passed by her house and Rane let out a soft, throaty growl, "I guess not, stupid Muggles." She shook her head and thought At least wizards have the sense to use something less noisey than motor cars. With a glance out the window, she picked up her white ash wand, flicked it effortlessly and the window shut with a slight "Bang!"
The noise from outside being dulled some, Rane allowed herself to relax and begin her own preperations for the day. She was going to meet with a young wizard by the name of Percy Weasly, something she was not particulary excited about, but still had to do nonetheless, and she was going to be d**ned if she looked like a filthy mongrel. Being the daughter of a well-known, infamous werewolf and Death Eater she would have to make a doubly good impression on this man, though she didn't really see why. It wasn't like he was anyone important, nor was he doing anything to help to defeat the Dark Lord. To Rane it seemed as if he was just a foolish child and in the way, and when foolish people get in the way nothing good can come of it.
Rane sighed and shook her hair, turning to a mirror. At the present she didn't seem too convincing as a good guy. Her hair was messy and matted with sleep and a tad bit of druel was dried to the corner of her mouth and cheek.
She let out a soft chuckle and walked into the bathroom, and reached for a washcloth. With another flick of her wand, warm, steaming water began to flow from the faucet and she pushed the cloth under the flow then brought it to her face, wiping away the proof of her poor sleep habits. It wasn't her fault if she couldn't control the way she slept. It was her d**ned wolf blood which made her such a horrid sleeper, and no one had the right to critize her, though she wasn't sure if anyone actually knew her sleep habits. She always took great pride in her appearance, always having her hair brushed and straight, her body and clothes clean and fresh with the scent of mountain lillies and her hygine was second to none.
After her face was cleaned she reached for a toothbrush, dropped a bit of paste onto its bristles and smiled at the mirror as she began to brush her white teeth, taking certain pains to make sure her canines were cleaned the best, lest she have a bit of last night's steak supper wedged in them which seemed to happen more often then not. When her teeth were brushed to her satisfaction she set to work fixing her hair. As she brushed her hair her mind began to wander like it always did. She was told that she had her mother's hair, and she'd loved her mother more than anyone in this world. But she couldn't remember her as well as she wished she could. That was because the Dark Lord had killed her mother, and Rane's father couldn't have cared less. He had acutally led the Dark Lord to their house and watched the demon slay his own wife.
The brush's handle snapped in her hand, sending tiny splinters of wood scattering across the bathroom floor.
"Not again," she groaned as she reached for her wand, and muttered a charm which fixed her brush.
When her morning rituals were completed, Rane walked back into her room and picked out an outfit that would clearly make the statement, 'I'm not bad' but at the same time not scream, 'I'm a good guy, come kill me!'. She chose a small black tank top and a pair of jeans. She looked cute enough, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror and then slipped out of her night shoes and into a pair of trainers, pulling on a cloak, tucking her wand into one of its pockets, grabbed her purse and Disapparated.

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When she Apparated, she was in a small alley with a rather shabby looking phone booth at its end. Making sure no one saw her, she stepped into the booth, dialed a number, "Name, and purpose for visit?" said a woman on the other end.
"Rane Greyback, here to speak with Percy Weasly." Rane replied and then felt the booth drop as she plummetted downwards, coming to a sudden stop. A pin dropped into the coin dispenser that read:
RANE GREYBACK
VISITOR
Rane picked up the pin, attached it to her cloak and stepped out of the booth. As she passed through inspection she scoffed as they took her wand, but made no further protest. If she was going to accomplish anything, she would have to respect their rules.
She made her way down the grand entry way and stepped into a small lift that took her to the third floor, to where Percy's office was and knocked on the door.
"Come in," replied a man's voice and Rane opened the door.
"Hello, I'm Rane Greyback--" Ran started, but was surprised when she found that a handsome young man was sitting behind the desk, not Percy, but someone with dark hair and bright eyes, "--erm, where is Mr. Weasly?"
"He's out today, said something about a sudden cold, but I see know it was just cold feet. Greyback you say?" The man smiled, "Werewolves give some people chills--"
"--But not you." Rane finished. Not a question.
The man chuckled, "Correct. I seemed to veiw werewolves as regular people who just happen to be closer to mother nature."
Rane laughed outwardly at this comment, "Well, I'm glad someone thinks that way. Might I ask who this someone is?"
The man stood up and held out his hand, "The name's Kale, Kale O'Kane, at your service Ma'am."
"Nice to meet you, O'Kane--"
"Please call me Kale, Ms. Greyback--"
"Rane is fine," Rane said, cutting him off, "So you are here to meet with me today?"
"Yes, I was expecting a werewolf, not an attractive young woman." Kale said in a flirty tone.
"I'm here to discuss the welfare of my kind and their treatment, or rather mistreatment, not find a mate." Rane's words were sharp, but her voice remained friendly.
"I see," Kale said, grinning, "You are a woman of business. So about your requests--"
The meeting dragged on for several hours, a long list of demands made, several met, and many not, but finally both parties were in agreement.
"I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement, I will make sure that this list is given to the Minister himself, but as I said earlier, I cannot promise anything." Kale said, picking up a stack of parchment.
Rane stood and nodded, "I understand, as for my father--"
"I will make sure that they know you only wished to protect your friends--"
"Thank you." She started for the door and then stopped, "I will see you again I hope." With that she left the office, her mind racing.
Two years ago, when she was twenty-one, she and her father had gotten into an arguement and it had resulted in them fighting. A year later, her father had shown up on the steps of her university and started to kill anyone who so much as looked at him. Horrified by her father's actions, Rane had quickly sprung at her father and the two fought, knocking over statues and wrecking anything that was in their way. Finally her father had pulled out his wand, and yelled "Crucio!", planning to tourture his only daughter until she gave in to following him, but she dodged and countered with her own attack, sending her father flying into the air.
That was when it all happened. There was a huge explosion caused by her attack and several Muggles were caught in it and killed, giving her father time to make his escape. Ever since that day, Rane had refused to speak to her father, about anything, they were obviously on opposite sides now. That much was clear. Since then, Rane was marked by the Death Eaters, but her father, for some reason, had threatened that anyone who even tried to kill his daughter would answer to him.

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Rane was still in a daze as she realized that she was already at the check-in station where she'd given her wand in, and some chubby lady was asking her, "Name miss?"
"Rane, Rane Greyback... white ash wand, 9.5 inches, dragon heartstring and unicorn horn..." Rane said lazily as the lady went to fetch the wand. When she returned, Rane took the wand from her quickly, thanked her, and left just as quickly. Everytime she thought about her attempt to kill her father, it made her feel sick. Even though he was an evil man who shouldn't even be called human, he was still the reason she was alive, and she felt a pang of guilt for trying to kill him.
When Rane was safely back outside, she Disapparated back to her home and collapsed on the floor in her living room. She pulled her knees to her chest and sat, trying not to think about anything, but her mother's face swarmed into view... then her father's as he watched the Dark Lord kill her mom.
"You're the reason she is dead!" Rane yelled into the air, "You're the reason I'm alone!" Her voice cracked with anger and the hot tears burned her eyes.
How could she feel sorry for trying to kill that man? How could she feel any guilt? Didn't he deserve to die for what he did to her mother?
No matter how many times she'd think those questions, the fact still remained, he was her father, and even if she didn't like him, she still loved him.
She slammed her fist onto the floor, she only let herself show anger whenever she was alone. That was the only time it was safe for her. She felt vulnerable when she allowed her anger to the best of her, and being vulnerable while being hunted by Death Eaters, despite her father's protests and threats, was not a good state to be in. Even for a werewolf.
"I will put an end to this one way or another," she said as she simply sat there, tearless and emotionless. Her body was just a lump on the floor. Her eyes were blank and her face showed nothing, not even emptiness. It was just nothing.
The ticking of the clock on the wall brought Rane back to reality, and with a blink her eyes were once again filled with life and color. She stood up slowly, straightening her clothes, then walked into the kitchen. It was well passed lunch-time and she hadn't had the chance to eat all day. She searched through the cabinits and then pulled out an old box of cereal whose experation date boasted the tag March, 13. It was mid November now, the cereal had been long since expired, but she didn't pay any mind to it and simply ate it, dry, not even bothering to chew but every once and again. Everytime she thought about her past she seemed to, for a while at least, not care about anything.
Rane picked up a newspaper and started to read it. It was a Muggle paper, but every once in a while they would actually have some interesting information in it, a tid-bit about a sudden wave of murders where all the blood was taken from the victim's body; Blood Poachers, they called them, people who stole blood from people's bodies and sold it on the black market in underground blood banks, but Rane knew better than that. It was the work of vampires, without a doubt vampires. And by the sounds of it they had been purebloods, not a drop of human blood in their bodies. Those who were desendants of the acient vampires, those who had not been bitten, but had been born. Every race had them; purebloods. There was no race that didn't. Vampires, wizards, giants, elves, goblins, dwarfs, even the werewolves had their own pureblood linage.
Rane smirked as she thought about pureblood werewolves, she herself was one of them, but their family's bloodline was extra special among the pureblooded werewolves. Most of the time a pureblood vampire, giant, or werewolf was not born with the ability to weild a wand, as they were not a witch nor a wizard. But just as with Muggles, every once in a while a vampire, giant, or werewolf would be born with a magical gift, therefore joining the ranks of the wizards and witches. The Greybacks, an old bloodline of werewolves were also an old bloodline of werewolves that were born also as a witch or wizard. Not that their blood was tainted by that of a human's blood, no. It was as pure as any other, they were just more powerful. That was one reason that the Dark Lord so valued her father, at least for the time being. A pureblooded werewolf was almost a hundred times stronger than a human turned werewolf, and could leave certain effects on a person they attack, even if they weren't in their transformed state.
It was a unique trait that only the Greybacks were known to have, a trait which, made their family one of the deadliest in all of the world.
But Rane wasn't like that. True, at one point in her life she had believed without doubt that what her father was doing had been right, but she was naive then, and easily fooled.
Rane took a deep breath and stretched. She hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep, and when she glanced to the darkened world outside, and then saw th headlights of the night workers leaving their homes, she caught the shape of a figure standing just outside her house in the middle of the street.
A car horn honked at the figure, but it didn't move. Curious Rane pricked her ears up and sniffed the air in a rather wolfish fashion. A sharp, musky smell filled the air, the smell of wet, matted fur, and the metallic scent of fresh blood and the bitter scent of dried blood. Immediately she knew who it was who was standing outside of her house, outside of the house which had once been her mother's.
"Father," Rane said softly as she rose from her seat and walked to the door.
Her father's hunched figure walked, or rather half-drug half-walked across the remaining part of the street and up to her doorstep. Her pourch light caught her father's face and a deep gash ran down his face, a thick flow of blood running down his cheek, mingling with his blood-matted grayhair and then dissappearing into the neck of his cloack. He was dirty, and scruffed up like he'd just fought someone-- or something.
A thud landed on her door and Rane slowly opened the it as her father's limp figure crashed into her, pulling her to the floor, "Father!" Rane almost barked, the weight of her father pinning her body to the ground.
"Rane?" Fenrir croaked out, his voice harsh and raspy.
"It's me," Rane replied, pushing her father off of her. His long, yellowish nails ran across her arm from shoulder to elbow, drawing three clear lines which began to ooze blood. She had to admit that she was a bit shocked at the sudden appearance of her father, uncertain what to do. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that her father would return, at least not in such a condition. Sometimes she pictured herself pointing her wands at his throat and muttering the cursed words that would end his life forever.
She pictured doing that right now. Her wand was only a few steps away. A few steps and her father would cease to exist in this world. Gone forever.
But as she stared down at the half-dead man, her heart filled with pity and mercy, and she reached down and helpped the dirtied man up and to the couch.
For a long while Fenrir Greyback just lay there, sleeping, sometimes howling out in pain, other times he would be whimpering like a wounded wolf cub, and then there was the times that he simply lay there. Silent and unmoving, it was during the moments that Rane's heart would stop.
Is he dead? Rane was uncertain if her heart froze because she was frightened that the old man's life had ended or that she was excited about his death. But each time he fell silent he would suddenly start to move and make sounds, and each time Rane's heart release, and her lungs would again start to breath, agian from gladness or from disappointment she was unsure.
Throughout the night Rane sat in the armchair that she'd pulled up next to the couch, keeping the fire lit magically. Every now and then she would dare to run a warm, moist cloth across her father's brow, each time wiping away a bit of dirt and some of the now sticky blood. There was nothing more she could do for him. Any potion she could brew would have to be givin to him when he was awake, and since she had no clue what had done this to him, she couldn't risk using magic to try and heal the wounds. She knew all too well that some wounds actually grew in severity with the use of magic.
As the clock chimmed two o'clock her father stirred again, his eyes blinking open slowly, "Rane?" he said hoarsly.
"Yes?" Rane replied, her voice now cold and sharp.
Her father let out a wheezy sort of chuckle and managed the words, "You are a Greyback--"
"Shut up," Rane snapped, "You haven't the strength to talk."
Again her father laughed, but then fell silent. No matter how proud of a man he was, he knew that he would be unable to hold his own against another fullgrown werewolf, especially one of his own brood.
"Can you sit up?" Rane asked, no softness his her tone.
Fenrir nodded and Rane helped him to a sitting position, not stopping when he winced and grabbed at his side. For a while the two didn't talk. Rane simply set to manually cleaning his wounds as he drank some soup, which Rane had secretly added a bit of veritserium, she would need complete honesty from him when learning about his wounds, and then forced him to take some potion. Pinching his nose and forcing his jaw shut as he chocked the concoction down.
Even though his body was physically thrashed and weakened, the look in his eyes were not. Anyone but his own would have been too cowardly to even approach him with the look he was giving to Rane, but she herself could turn that look to her own use and simply ignored it.
Her father wasn't a fool and neither was she.

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It was nearly four o'clock when Rane and Fenrir actually began to talk.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Fenrir asked his daughter, who was now staring at him with a death wish.
"You're welcome." Rane said back, her voice a deadly monotone.
Fenrir laughed and then winced, "You could have easily done so."
Rane nodded, "True, but then I wouldn't have learned why you came here. Surely one of your Death Eater mates could have nursed you." Rane growled a bit, "So why did you come here?"
"You were the closest." Her father said pointedly, the Veritiserium was working well.
Rane scoffed a bit, "And for a moment I thought it was family sentiments."
"As sardonic as usual, Rane." Fenrir laughed.
"So what happened to you? I thought a great, powerful werewolf like you was invulnerable." Rane's voice was of mock admiration and her father caught on, but only his look showed it.
"A hippogriff, that one that the Order has--" Fenrir growled dangerously.
"A hippogriff?" Rane couldn't help but laugh, "A hippogriff left you on death's doorstep to come crawling back to your daughter who tried to kill you only years before?"
Fenrir growled again, "As I was saying, that hippogriff started to attack me. I was about to kill it when all o' a sudden that huge half-breed and his dog appeared out o' no where an' attacked me. Before I realized it, that d**ned Auror, Mad-Eye was there and had me wounded and cornered. I only just had time to Disapparate--"
"You Disapparated in a wounded state? You fool! You could have killed yourself!" Rane barked.
"Yes. Better 'an being killed by a member of the Order." Fenrir laughed.
"What were you doing anyway?" Rane almost wished she hadn't asked.
"I was hunting Muggles." Fenrir said bitterly and then added with a slight bit of lust in his voice, "I needed to satisfy my taste--"
"You're sick--"
"Ah yes, I am aren't I?" Fenrir's voice was a devious tone, "Still taking Wolvesbane, Rane?"
"Yes."
"Then you must really be lusting for the taste of human flesh again." Fenrir laughed.
Rane felt as if she were going to be sick, but she didn't allow it to show. Her father was not allowed to she her weaknesses.
"The Dark Lord--"
"Oh yes, the Dark Lord, the man who has you on a leash!" Rane growled, "You always talk about being an untamed beast, but in reality you are just a pet dog! You let him walk all over you! You let him kill Mother! But what would you care? You didn't even love my mother!"
"I do care because I loved her!" Fenrir shouted, matching Rane's own growlish pitch.
"Liar!" Rane screamed, but stopped mid shout. She'd forgotten the Veritiserium. He couldn't be lying, "So why did you let him kill her?"
"He would have killed me and--" Fenrir started.
"You coward! You should have let him--" But Rane cut off as her father's voice mingled with hers.
"You and your--"
"Me?" Rane said softly, "Why would he--"
"I don't know, but for some reason he gave me the choice--"
"And don't you dare say you sacrificed my mother for my life because I will kill myself here and now if that's the reason." Rane pointed her wand at her own throat, but her father wasn't listening, he'd fallen asleep again.

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Over the next few days Fenrir's strength returned to him, and hardly a word was passed between the two.
Over supper, on the fifth day of Fenrir's arriaval he suddenly looked up at his daughter, "I know I've not been a good father to you."
Rane smirked a bit and continued to eat.
"I don't blame you for hating me."
"You've never been a father to me and I don't hate you." Rane said, not looking up from her steak, "Don't worry, it's not in a werewolf's nature to be a father... or at least it's not in yours."
Fenrir studied his daughter for a moment and then shook his head, "You're just like your mother, you know that?"
Rane stood up and slammed her plams onto the table, upturning several dishes, "How would you know? You were never around? What was so important that you left Mum and I to our own devices?"
"You wouldn't understand." Fenrir's voice was sharp and harsh.
"Of course I wouldn't, I don't understand anything! Why anyone would follow that stupid half-breed for one--"
The table knocked over and Fenrir's eyes were full of rage, "You are nothing but a child, how dare you speak of the Dark Lord in such a manner?"
"I don't respect the Dark Lord, and I certainly don't respect you! Do you not realize what I've gone through? The hell I have faced?" Rane growled, "I have done things which I regret! I have taken lives and I hate myself for it. When I have to look into the faces of people, knowing that it was I who killed their loved ones I can hardly bare it. You tried to make me wicked, but in doing that you made me hate all which you stand for. I have no side anymore. I fight for only myself, I live for only myself. Death, emotions, they mean nothing to me, so just leave me alone!" Rane turned from her father and stormed outside to where her garden lay, and bent over to smell the roses which her mother had planted years and years before.
Hours passed and she didn't leave the garden, she simply sat there, forcing back tears, wondering why she even cared. Had she not just claimed to be emotionless? She hated her weaknesses, but what could she do about them. Like her father had said, she really was like her mother.
When finally Rane went up to bed, her father was sound asleep on the couch. Most of his strength had returned, but he would still be no match for her. She was strong and healthy, not sickly and recovering from serious wounds. The thought raced through her mind again to kill him, she reached out her hand and let her fingers linger just above his throat, but she shoved the thoughts away and simply brushed his gray hair out of his face and kissed his forehead, "Good night, Daddy." With that she turned away from him, going up to her room and went to bed.
The next morning when Rane awoke, she found her father missing and three galleons on her table. Rane looked at the coins, then ignored them. Her father was gone, she didn't want to think anything more about him. It was probably the last time she'd see him anyway, at least if she had a say in it.
As she cleaned the kitchen, and started to air out the house from the scent of her father, she began to think seriously about the first question her father had asked her. Why hadn't she killed him? Hadn't she tried to those years ago? Hadn't she dreamt of killing him so many nights.
She shook her head. There was no reason asking why. He was her father, and even if she was not loyal to her father's beliefs she was at least loyal to blood. Perhaps that had been the reason she sparred his life and tended to his wounds. For a werewolf, death by a human's hand was the most wicked and shameful death, death by an equal was the only way to go, and for the Greybacks, only they were their equals. For a Greyback to die and honorable death, at least in the eyes of their own kind, a Greyback would have to fall at the hands of another Greyback.
Everything clicked then. Her father wasn't protecting her out of love, not when Voldemort had threatened to kill her, nor when the Death Eaters had been put on her trail. No. It was pride and honor. He was now living with the same purpose as she; protect your own blood until the day you can kill them.
A slight, sadistic smirk crossed Rane's face, when that day came, she would kill her father, finally forgiving him of the sins he committed.
As the day wore on, the sky began to gray again, and Rane could smell the threat of rain approaching. She had just started to stoke the fire when her door was suddenely blasted open, and three green-cladded aurors rushed into her house, wands drawn.
"Rane Greyback, you are hereby underarrest--" One of the Aurors said.
Rane simply stood up and stared blankly at them, "For what, please tell--"
"For--"
"For?"
"For being--"
"Ahh... for being a werewolf, eh? Sins of the Father--" Rane muttered, "Alright, I'll go with you--"
"Leave her be," said a familar voice.
Rane look up and searched for the face, and before she found it she called out, "Kale?"
Kale stepped foward through the group of Aurors, "Put your wands down you fools, this girl isn't under arrest."
The Aurors exchanged looks of surpirse, "But she was housing a Death Eater!"
"She was nursing her father back to health--" Kale said sharply.
"So she was helping a Death Eater! She's one of them!" Another Auror shouted.
Kale turned around slowly, "Ah, so if a Death Eater were to help you, would that make him one of us?"
The three Aurors looked dumbfounded, "Err... yes?" one of them ventured.
Kale laughed and raised an eyebrow, "Oh it would would it? Well then, I'll make sure to the ministy that information. If ever a Death Eater spares the life of anyone, he or she is to be proclaimed on the side of good and excused for all crimes."
The Aurors bowed their heads in shame, obviously they were new to the force, only rookies would make such stupid replies.
"So I'm free to stay here?" Rane asked.
"No... you have to come with us." Kale said, now serious.
Rane lifted and eye brow, "Why? I thought I wasn't under arrest?"
"You aren't. We have something that I think will be of intrest to you." Kale replied, offering a hand out to Rane.
"Something of intrest?" Rane asked quizically.
"Well, rather someone--"
"Someone?"
"Yes..." Kale said, pausing a moment, "... your brother."

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"My brother? I think you're mistaken, I don't have a brother!" Rane nearly shouted as they made their way down several stone corridors, "I'm an only child!" During the Apparation onto Ministry grounds, Rane had been so confused and shocked that she'd Apparated almost ten feet away from her mark, right on top of a young man carrying a stack of papers. Kale had swiftly wisked her away down a rather dark corridor, into a lift, and took her nearly all the way to the bottom of the Ministry's headquarters.
Again Rane let out an annoyed bark and repeated, "I do not have a brother!"
Kale stopped and looked at Rane, "Are you sure of that?"
"Yes." Rane said with confidance.
With a sigh, Kale shook his head, "Well, he claims to be Greyback's son."
"Maybe he's a human my father turned--"
"No, he's pureblood, that's for sure. He took out almost ten of our Aurors last night, killed eight of 'em he did. And the way he moved, no way is he a human turned." Kale said, nodding to a door behind him, "He's in there. He's calmed down quite a bit, but when we go in there, do be careful."
"I need not fear another of my own kind," Rane said quietly, "Did he mention anything about me? Anything at all?"
Kale shook his head, "No. He hasn't said anything about family other than Greyback. All we know for certain is that he simply marched into headquarters and started to attack the night watch last night. Crazy kid."
"Kid?" Rane looked sceptically at Kale, "My mother died when I was six, I'm twenty-three... but I've lived alone with my mother since I was four... he couldn't be any younger than nineteen, and I'm sure my so called 'brother' would have lived with us. Are you sure he isn't older than I am? Maybe my mother and father had a son long before I was born."
"Well, he's not really a kid, but he is young, there is no chance he is older than you. Would you like to meet him?" Kale asked.
"Did you tell him I was coming?" Rane asked, still not believing that just beyond that big black door stood her younger brother, someone whom she'd never heard of.
"No, he knows nothing of you. We thought it would be best if he didn't know." Kale replied, pushing the door open, letting Rane enter the room.
As soon as Rane stepped in her eyes fell onto a young man standing in the corner of his room, back turned to them as they walked in. From what Rane could tell in the dim light, the boy had blond hair, a shade lighter than her own and stood tall, but not taller than Kale.
"I've brought someone who I think you should talk too--" Kale said as the young werewolf turned around, his eyes blazing, the same as Rane's when she was angered or annoyed. And then she smellt it. The strong, threatening smell of her father, yet with a slight sting that burned her nose, the smell of her mother. There was no doubt about it, whoever this person was, he was without a doubt a Greyback.
With her doubt gone, Rane eyed Kale and then the other werewolf in the room, "Oh me oh my, I didn't know I had a brother."
The werewolf looked up at Rane, and growled, "As far as I know, I am a single child. A Greyback wouldn't join them."
Rane clicked her tongue but stayed cool, "And a Greyback would never assume anything. Did I say that I was part of them?"
"Then what are you doing here?" he growled back at her.
"I simply followed Kale here, what are you doing here?" Rane asked, her voice calm and level.
The younger werewolf smirked, "The door was open so I came in."
Rane let out a soft 'Ha!' and then sighed, "Clever aren't you?"
Kale clenched his fist, "Stupid mutt--"
Rane's brother growled at Kale and then looked at Rane, "It's too noisy in here, let's talk elsewhere." With a loud crack he Dissapparated, leaving Kale and Rane alone in the room.
"What the-- how the hell did he do that, we've barriers on this place. He couldn't have--" Kale started with shock.
"Easy, he's a pureblood. We're much more powerful than we get credit for. House elves are able to penitrate certain Apparation Barriers, so can any other pureblooded magical creature. Take note of that." Rane told Kale flatly.
"So he could have left anytime?" Kale asked, and Rane just nodded.
"I'm going with him. It was nice to see you again. I will be back." Rane said to Kale as she readied herself to Dissapparate.
"Be careful who you chose to side with," Kale warned. Rane simply shrugged and Dissapparated, following the Apparation scent her brother had left.
When she reappeared she was in a cold, dark room with a stone floor that echoed her steps. In the room was a lone chair, and in it sat the man who she now knew to be her younger brother, "So?"
"We were talking when Kale started to annoy me... so." Her brother said in a soft, yet harsh voice.
Rane eyes him, "You are a Death Eater, no?" She smirks a bit at this comment, "What would you expect from Greyback's only son? But honestly, I had no idea I had a younger brother."
"Younger?" the other snapped, "How would you know how old I am huh? And how come I've never heard of you?"
Rane smirks again, "I doubt you are old than I." She pauses for a moment, her face becoming blank of any expressions whatsoever, "As for why you've never heard of me, the reason is quite simple. You see, I tried to kill father."
He glares at Rane, "What? You tried killing him? Well it seems you didn't suceed!"
Rane was still expressionless, "Yes. Because that coward fled our battle." Smirks a bit, "I've no idea why you are loyal to our father, but to each his own, right?"
"Our father was a loyal Death Eater..." he said, getting angry.
Rane scoffed at this comment, "To a Lord who is as much of a coward as he is." she sighed a little, "The Dark Lord doesn't care about anyone, save himself. Do you really think that if he wins that you will have a better life? I don't think so. My... our mother... was killed by that demon of a man and our father couldn't have cared less. Why would you follow him or Father?" Rane tried to stay calm as she said her words,"Can't you see you are being used by them?"
"Which is why I plan on overthrowing Voldemort." he said with a smirk, "I would kill you here and now for being a blood traitor but gentlemen don't kill family... Then again I'm a werewolf... Only half man...Crucio!" he said, pulling out his wand, pointing it at Rane.
Rane side stepd the curse with an eerie sort of grace "You plan to overthrow Voldemort?" She let out a small 'hmmpf', "I fear for your life, dear brother. You still have much to learn." Rane looked around the room, "Where are your loyal followers, blind to foolishness, like our father is to the Dark Lord? How can you expect to overthrow someone who has such loyal followers?" Rane sighed, "And you are hypocrytical. Calling me a bloodtraitor, you plan to overthrow the man to whom our father is so loyal to. Isn't that betraying our father as well?"
"You...you..." he said with a stutter, "Crucio!!!!"
Again Rane moved from the attack with eyes almost blank, no fear in them, "And you cannot even control your temper. Uncrotrolled emotions do not sit well with a leader of men. Learn to control every aspect of your body and mind. Then proclaim yourself as Voldemort's defeater." She steadied herself for another attack.
"Fine, older sister." He put away his want, "And the least you could do is call your own brother by his name. It's Tucker." He gave her one final glance and then left her standing alone in the room.
"What the hell...?" Rane said, staring at the spot where Tucker had once stood, "Well one thing is for certain, he is a Greyback."
Suddenly Rane felt a dulled point of an object jabbed into her back, the cool tip of a wand, "Don't move," said a cold voice, "or I will kill you."

[Xane Crest]

Slowly Rane lifted her hands up above her head. A dirtied hand reached around and pulled Rane's wand out of her cloak, "Now turn around, very slowly, and don't even think about trying to use non-verbal spells..."
Rane smirked, "The thought hadn't crossed my mind but..." Rane spun around quickly as a bright yellow jet of light knocked the person behind her against the wall with a loud crash "...now that you've mentioned it, I think it was a really good idea."
With a slight struggle, Mcnair stood up, a grim look on his face, "That was tricky, but rather stupid. You don't even have a wa--"
Another jet of yellow light shot towards Mcnair and slammed him into the wall again, "Shut up Mcnair, I'm not helpless without my wand."
Mcnair rubbed his back and grimaced as he stood again, and moved to point is wand at Rane.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'd never be able to speak fast enough to beat me."
Mcnair shoved his wand back into his cloak and tossed Rane's wand down at her feet, "There, have your wand pack."
Rane looked down at it, and then back up at Mcnair, "You must think I am really stupid."
Mcnair smirked a bit as Rane flicked her eyes down to her wand and then up again and glared at him.
Accio Wand! Rane thought and the wand rose from the ground and Rane grabbed it, turning its tip at Mcnair, "So what did you come here for?"
"Ahh, are you always this welcoming to old friends, Bloody 'Rain' ?" Mcnair sneered, brushing himself off.
"No, I'm a bit kinder to friends," Rane returned his sneer, "as for ignorant, murderous fools, yes."
"You haven't changed any since the last time we met, a full moon seven years ago I beleive." Mcnair replied, watching the memory of their encounter stir beneath Rane's eyes.
It had been seven years previously, Rane was still a student at Hogwarts, a Prefect and had just discovered through a letter she'd recieved that summer, that she would also be the Headgirl. She'd been so excited with the news that she'd completely forgotten that it was a full moon that week, and therefore, had forgotten to brew and take her Wolvesbane potion. By the time she'd remembered it was too late, her transformation had already taken hold. The night of the full moon, Rane had decided to go out to a local Muggle dance club and celebrate her being made Headgirl, and during the middle of a dance, the skylight in the club's ceiling opened up, the down pour of rain falling to the club's floor, soaking the dancing bodies, casting the moon's half hidden glow onto all of the dancers, including Rane. In the midst of moonlight and strobelights Rane had begun to transform, her face, body and limbs elongating and her teeth and nails sharpened. Before anyone knew what was happening, a full grown werewolf was in their prescene and had already killed three people.
Panic broke loose, and mad, screaming bodies could be seen rushing, scrambling, fighting to get to the one exit of the illegal dance club. No one knew what was going on, all anyone did know was that bodies were being torn apart, limb from limb and tossed about the club like ragdolls. Before any ministry Aurors could arrive, the floor of the club was littered with the blood and mutilated corpses of no less than thirty innocent muggles. As the Aurors charged Apparated into the club, Rane in her werewolf state charged at them, taking down three Aurors, ripping their windpipes from their throats, before anyone could even lift a wand.
Several green jets of light shot towards Rane, each one missing by only a few centemeters, and Rane, her animal senses telling her to run, fled the club by leaping out of the skylight and rushing into the woods nearby. The night wore on, and finally, hours of anguish later, the moon sank below the earth's surface and Rane transformed back into her human form. Her clothes were torn to rags and her body was scratched and clawed in self-mutilation. She was in no shape to fight.
Suddenly there was a loud crack behind her, the sound of a single witch or wizard Apparating.
"So this is were the murderous beastie ran off too. I was looking for you all night," Mcnair sneered at Rane, "I was so hoping to kill you in your werewolf state."
Rane turned around slowly at glared at Mcnair, "I'm sure you would have." Rane felt a pain in her chest, and bit back the thought that she'd wished he had killed her. If it was a curse for a person to transform into a beast during a full moon, it was an even greater curse that they had to remember their actions in such a state.
"Yes, and now that you are human, protocal states that I must bring you back, alive to the ministry headquarters, your punishment and trial to be held there." McNair continued.
"Fine, then I'll come peacefully, I don't want to do anymore damage." Rane said, her voice weak as she struggled to stay concious.
"Of course, I knew you would say that, but you see, no one is around here, no one is here to say if I killed you before dawn or after. It is only my word, the word of a trusted Ministry employee." Mcnair laughed.
"Kill me then and get it over with." Rane growled, she'd lost the will to live. Her entire life she'd talked herself into believing that she could beat her blood and become a 'tamed wolf'. Now that she'd transformed and killed, she had nothing else to believe in, nothing else to live for.
"As you wish, but first, I'd love to know the name of such a beautiful werewolf. It's rare to find one so young and so attractive." Mcnair said, not moving his wand away from Rane's bloody figure.
A light rain began to fall again, the drops of water mingling with the caked and dried blood, sending small pale red streams flowing down Rane's body. Rane looked at Mcnair with hatred in her eyes, "My name is Rane--"
"Rain... come now, you must be more clever than that. Do you expect me to--"
"Not r-a-i-n you fool, R-a-n-e." Rane growled, "Rane Greyback."
At the mention of her surname, Mcnair's eyes opened wide, his fear showing clearly, "Did you just say 'Greyback'?"
"Yes. Why? Your trophy going to mean more now because of who I am?" Rane said with a laugh.
Mcnair shook his head and let out a chain of laughter, "Greyback! She's a Greyback!" He said into the gray sky and then looked down at Rane, "So you're Fenrir's daughter. My, my, my how the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm not going to kill you now, instead I shall inform the others that you will make a fine addition to our Lord's cause, when he again comes to power."
"I will never join the likes of you Death Eaters." Rane growled.
Mcnair smirked, "We'll see about that, my Bloody Rain." Then, without another word he Disapparated into the morning light.
No one ever knew who the werewolf was that killed thirty muggles and three Aurors. The papers all reported the killings as "Unknown" and "Fellow of Greyback". Of course, no one suspected Rane, because at Hogwarts she was known as Rane Grey, a muggle-born witch. Those who knew, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and the other free Death Eaters spoke nothing of their knowledge to anyone, but her name was now out amoung Death Eaters, she was now known as 'Bloody Rain'.
Rane bit down on her lip as she remembered the incident, and narrowed her eyes on Mcnair, half wishing for a full moon so she could blame her killing him on the moon, but there was none, and she was not a natural murderer, "Actually, it was seven years ago, at dawn."
Mcnair laughed, "Ahh yes, yes it was, wasn't it?" He sighed and smirked at Rane, "That was the day that your father decided that you would follow in his footsteps and become a Death Eater-- but you betrayed him and the Dark Lord, and now here we are, face to face, and I am planning on killing you. Here and now."
Rane smiled, "I would advise against that, but I will not stop you from trying."
Mcnair glared at Rane and lifted his wand. Before he'd even pulled it up fully, Rane was already in his face, her wand pressed to his chest, "Stupify..." Rane muttered under her breath, and Mcnair crumpled to the ground.
"You're lucky I don't feel like becoming a murder again." Rane said down at the still form of Mcnair and then Disapparated, returning to her home to drink Firewhisky, and try and forget her painful memories.

[Robert Vaughan]

[[ Who wrote this.. Its good. ^_^?

[Xane Crest]

A friend on harrypotter.com her s/n is words_unspoken. I'm checking for a new chapter at the moment.

[admin]

Well, ask her to join. We need a few more good writers! lol. ]]