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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 2, 2017 10:57:52 GMT
They were at it again... jumping down each other's throats as if there was no one at home. He was tired of this. Tired of them attacking one another as if he didn't exist. Their arguments only seemed to have gotten more frequent and worse since his mother lost the election. With no end in sight the nine year old let himself out of the house and traveled straight to the nearby park. Here there were no shouts of angry adults. Here he was alone with his thoughts and memories. He sat himself upon a swing, ever so alone and gloomy. Would his parents split up? Would his parents join the long list of couples whom got married and then divorced? What would happen to him? What about his sister? He tried to focus upon calming things such as history of magic... but it seemed that not even that was working as his mind continued to race over the consequences of his parents divorcing
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 11:17:24 GMT
Dulf looked on. He hadn't touched the child's mind, but he had stirred up the argument with his legilimency. The boy's father was easy to stir up, and anger. He hoped he had chosen a subtle enough issue to bring the the surface. Dulf had never interacted this way with a child before, and he didn't plan to linger long. For once, his intentions weren't violent. Creepy, certainly, but not violent. Dulf studied the boy. At nine years old he probably wasn't very ready to be turned, or but perhaps distance could be created, Dulf could foster a disconnect between the boy and his parents. The legilimens offered the child a smile. Gentle, polite, the malice normally in his eyes was largely absent. He had to win the kid's trust, it's not like he actually meant him ill.
"Something wrong?" He asked gently, not making any move to get closer, or to compromise the child's mind. Instead he simply looked at the Weasley boy. It was strange for him, he thought, to have this sort of an objective and not be working his usual tricks, but he couldn't do that to a child directly. It felt wrong.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 6, 2017 8:18:10 GMT
He stared at the ground at his feet, rocking backwards and forwards only slightly upon the swing as he was preoccupied within his thoughts. He stopped however at the sound of a voice. Someone was speaking to him; to little old him. Slowly his gaze raised... taking in the man's boots... knees... waist.... chest... and finally the man's face, almost as if this was too good to be true. An adult that wasn't a family member was paying attention to him. At the same time however he was well aware that he didn't know who the man before him was. He didn't know the man's intentions, or if he could really trust him. The words stranger danger were bouncing off of his head. "My mother has always told me not to talk to strangers... and that's what you are... a stranger..."He began to rock slowly upon his swing again. His gaze returning the ground again. There was a change coming... he could sense it, but he didn't know if it would be a good change or a bad one.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 9:38:20 GMT
Dulf laughed. He supposed he was a stranger, and in this moment, the child was repeating sound advice, from the perspective of this boy''s fighting parents. Such innocence in the face of being stalked, and considered for turning by a werewolf was staggering. After a short chuckle, Dulf smiled. "I'm Hunter." He said, giving his middle name, as it was thd closest thing to a false identity he had planned. Dulf moved over to the swingset, leaning against it. "You're not worried about being out here alone?" He asked the child.
Dulf looked the young man over, thoughtfully. Not exactly sure how to proceed if he was to earn the child's trust. He decided it would be best to lead him there nice and easily. Not to try anything brash. "Where are your parents?" He asked the young wizard-to-be. Dulf of course knew full well where the child's folks were, and he knew he had time, based on having done his research about their arguments. Knowing their relationship would be tempestuous at best already. Still, Bardulf felt a twang of regret for having instigated this particular fight with the use of legilimency on the boy's father. He didn't want to make the child's life worse. Indeed he thought he'd probably be better off away from the fighting, but still, causing that argument would likely never sit well with him.
"Something on your mind?" he pushed.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 10, 2017 5:06:22 GMT
 The boy smiled as "Hunter" introduced himself. An overwhelming glee coming from within as it appeared that he had made a new friend. He stopped his swinging, holding a hand out to the adult as he did so. "I'm Hugo... Hugo Granger-Weasley! I guess we're not strangers now!"It didn't take long however for the gloom to resettle over the young lad, as the man reminded him of home. Reminded him of the perilous choice that he may have to soon make. "I only live down the road... it's better for me here than at home at the moment..."To Hugo, there was nothing dodgy at all mind you with most nine year olds there wasn't much wrong with any of the world's adults. Long story short, nine year old's weren't the best people in the world to determine whether the actions of others were dodgy or not. He ignored the question about where his parents were until his new friend asked him if something was wrong. That was when everything burst and he just couldn't contain it any more. "How do you know when your parents are going to get divorced?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 8:49:57 GMT
Dulf jerked his thumb over to the bench he had been sitting on before. He was happy to help the child - that's what he was doing anyway. His parents had a... tense relationship on a good day, it seemed to Dulf. Bardulf Barrows would never be father of the year but he could tell that worrying so much about his parents was probably bad for the poor boy... Still It had to get worse before it got better, and that was why Dulf had been here, influencing it. He had to drive the child away from home. Show him things were better outside that environment, and just like Fenrir Greyback before him, Bardulf would raise the child away from his family as a werewolf.
Seeing Hugo's gloomy expression Dulf felt a rare emotion. The smallest pang of guilt over what was befalling the child. Sadistic as he was it was never about that with a kid. "I get what you mean. I had a rough home life too." He said as though the kid were an adult, as though they were speaking frankly. Dulf knew the difference but he didn't really know how to speak to children. He heard the boy's second question and sighed. It was not a time for guilt. "They're arguing a lot, huh?" The man asked his young.. friend? That was probably the best word for it. 'C
He moved to the bench now leaving the space closest to the play equipment for Hugo. "If they're fighting more than they're showing they love each other, it's not a good sign." He told the kid with a shake of his head, indicating the futility of the situation - or at least the futility that he wanted Hugo Granger-Weasley to perceive. "When I was going through this, I got out." That statement was true, but it wasn't by Dulf's choice. He'd been turned near the end of his time in Hogwarts and raised by a werewolf pack, who had blackmailed and threatened his parents not to reveal his change in home environment.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 13, 2017 9:29:22 GMT
It was their shared past that caused Hugo to trust in Bardolf beyond what he should have. The young boy was in a troubling situation. A situation that impaired his decision making. So of course when a man who had seemed to have been through a similar situation as a child had told him to come... he followed, taking the seat that had been left for him. The words cut into his mind like a hot knife through butter. Engraving itself into his mind. "And how did you get out? Where did you go?"The boy was more curious now, than ever about this. His parents definitely were showing more anger than love towards one another which meant that he'd have to do the same soon maybe. "And if I don't run... what would it be like?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 10:24:23 GMT
"I got help." He said simply. Again flexing the truth but not lying. "I got turned into a werewolf and went to live with my pack... They still fight some times, but there's a lot of us, not just two parents, so we help each other settle fights, and work out problems. We're like a really big family." He said trying to explain things as basically as possible. The boy would possibly have some experience with big families, he was related to the Weasley family after all, and the redheads bred like rats. He was sure when the whole family were together Hugo saw fights get resolved quickly.
Dulf studied the child, wondering what it would be like if his pans came to fruition and the boy ended up living away from his family, with Bardulf's pack. He was young, impressionable. If he was turned young then the predatory instincts would stay with him, he'd grow up with them, he'd be strong and fierce. But he was also a child, and caring for a kid took a kind of work Bardulf Barrows was both ill prepared for, and ill suited to. It would definitely be an uphill battle for him.
"If you don't run... They'll do their best. They'll buy you things they'll treat you well and they'll do their best to work past their problems - but the thing is, when a family is broken it's not easy to put back together. If they're that angry at each other it's just a matter of time." Dulf believed that. At least he believed that was what would happen if he had to keep influencing young Hugo's father.
"Listen, Hugo." He said gently. "I don't doubt that your parents are good people... but they might not be good for each other, or for you." He said, planting the seed in the boys head. Slowly his mind pressed against the child's. He'd never done this before and emotions of a child were simple to navigate, though almost overwhelming, as he began to push the boy in a similar direction to his own experiences. the glorification of the werewolf pack, of its large, stable structure, compared to his fractured little home.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 13, 2017 10:36:17 GMT
As more and more information was spoonfed to the child, more and more questions developed within him. He couldn't quite describe it, but there was almost a burning desire to meet the pack that the man spoke of. The relationship that he had with his pack mates almost sounded like the ones that he had with his cousins. The only difference was that no one seemed able to stop his parents from arguing... and even if they did the argument returned in private. His shaky eyes looked straight into the eyes of the other man. His home situation looking more bleaker with each passing moment. "Does it hurt... being a werewolf? Mum said she knew one but that's all she ever told me..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 11:36:23 GMT
That werewolf would have been Remus Lupin. The treacherous creature that had spied on his fellows during the Second Wizarding War. Bardulf was glad that Remus wouldn't be a problem for his own kind anymore, of course when he had met Remus' son he didn't say a word of that. Bardulf considered Hugo, and he grinned. The kid had potential for sure. He seemmed to get things quickly, he took direction well, and yet he seemed to hunger for independence, hence responding to his parents' argument by running to this park. Dulf was pleased.
He looked down at the troubled kid and felt the strangest urge to ruffle his hair in an almost fatherly way. He resisted that urge, offering a caring smile instead. "It hurts, at first." He told the other, warmly. "But only when you're first bitten and changed... After that, it's incredibly freeing. Every full moon is an escape, you stop being you, you stop having problems, and when you wake up in the morning, you feel mentally refreshed, calm and happy." He said, relaying his own feelings as though they were a universal experience.
Dulf was here to win Hugo over. He would be a status symbol. The child of the children of Harry Potter's closest companions. Dulf knew that this would make waves, and he was glad for yhat.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 13, 2017 17:56:43 GMT
His heart and his head raced at the mention of freedom. Oh what he wouldn't give to not have to worry about what he would be stepping back into after this. What he wouldn't give to forget about the fact that his parents were probably going to divorce. Perhaps, should his parents continue to argue he should do the same thing as this man had. Perhaps he should join the wolves out of search for Freedom and belonging. "And the morning after? There's no pain? Do you remember what you did during the full moon?"The longer that he spent with this man, the more attached he became. Perhaps it was the linked minds that was drawing him closer and closer to the man. In fact he was half tempted at this very moment to lean into the man. He was slowly coming to look at this man... this savior... as a brother rather than a stranger turned friend.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 10:07:04 GMT
"It can hurt a little, just because your body changes so much in so little time." He said, understating the sort of discomfort such a change could cause. partially because he was very used to it and partially because he wanted to be somewhat honest without scaring the child off. "Thing is, it's worth a little pain to have a strong family, and to know that a for few nights every month, you're free." He said. That was entirely true on Dulf's part once again. The man may have had nefarious purposes but if he could accomplish them with as little deception or argument as possible, he would do so.
Dulf continued to probe into the child's mind and find the best memories. The times he had felt freest, and bringing them to the surface, so that he would begin to associate that freedom with the sort of liberation that the werewolf was talking about. He grinned to the other.
Dulf looked down at the boy. He'd been about fourteen when Hugo had been born. There had been bigger age gaps between brothers or cousins before, and as he found the boy starting to think of himself as family, he began to understand why he had that sort of resonance to the younger. He was here, protecting Hugo, at least in the other's mind, when his parents weren't. Dulf liked the thought that the other saw him so - It would be good for the pack for that thought to be firmly in place.
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Post by hugo granger-weasley on Nov 15, 2017 10:26:44 GMT
Freedom from stress. Freedom from parents. Freedom from rules and expectations. He could see it all and it was really starting to appeal to him. To resonate as being a rather good idea. He couldn't really put his finger upon why that was such an appealing option in such a short time, but it didn't really matter to him... he wasn't going to act on it. He'd give his parents a chance... an opportunity to better themselves and repair the damage that had been done to their relationship so far. He had no verbal response to the man's words, but he did act upon an overwhelming urge. He moved close to the man and gave him a hug, much like how a younger brother would give his older brother a hug after helping him through a dilemma. But that hug was soon ended as a familiar voice called through the air. His mother had come for him at last. It was that split moment of disconnection however that allowed the man an opportunity to escape, leaving Hugo confused. Had the man been a figment of his hyperactive nine year old imagination or did that really happen?
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