the nightmare's just begun (FENRIR)

[matéo delacour]

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With his cousins once again off to Hogwarts, Matéo was once again left on his own. A good chunk of family on his aunt's side had gone off to finish their year at Hogwarts. Soon, he too would be joining them, but in the mean time he would just have to entertain himself. His mother had given him some money to entertain himself with while she was busy sorting out customers at their store and he made a b-line for the joke shop... hoping to find something that could keep him entertained for at least a little while.

He never made it to the joke shop however. His eyes widened in surprise as a set of hands clamped around his mouth and waist. He struggled against the strong arms that held him off the ground. Trying hard to break their grip upon him but failing to do so. He tried to scream out through the hand that was clamped over his mouth but no one seemed to notice as the person pulled him away from the crowd.

Fear was winding its way through him. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what was going to happen to him now.

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TAGGED: @fenrir

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It was risky business being in Diagon alley. Quite a risky business. Sure it the main area for just about everyone of wizarding or being ilk to travel through. But even with it not being around the time school starts... There was a bit of a danger to it. No guards yet. They probably waited until night to make sure that the regular folks don't get all skittish. But when it came to being one of the most infamous members of the last war... It was pretty risky for Fenrir to be around here. Just about anyone could identify him from the amount of posters that had been up seeking his arrest.

Fortunately he did have his trusty hood on... Seventy years of experience in knowing the passage ways in Diagon alley. Also regular people didn't notice you. Even a year into heavy restrictions, which he was new to since he didn't exactly live in wizarding society normally, it was still comfortable. Complacent. So many easy pickings around here. Sure he'd be stunned and taken to prison to be killed if he did it. But they were just so oblivious to his presence.

It made him want to just do something a little more on the fun side. So he decided to hang around the joke shop area. When a kid that was near Hogwart's age came close... They were picked up by him. It was easy. He had quite a bit of strength, he had done a lot of manual labor in his time on top of having a bit more of the wolf then just about anyone. The kid struggled but had no hope to escape and his hand ended up on the kid's mouth before the kid could scream. Not the most ideal situation. 

"Yell and I'll make sure you're found with a chunk missing." Fenrir told him with a smile that was a little dark that showed his fangs. "Now... What's your name?" He took away his hand from the kid's mouth in a way that clearly allowed his yellowed claws to be shown but kept the arm around the kid's front to keep him from running. Well more a hand but he could dig in quite hard, quite quick if he needed to. 

matéo delacour

[matéo delacour]

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As fear stepped away his senses began to return, his face wrinkling up from the foul scent that reached his nose whilst his abductor clamped his mouth closed. As an innocent child, he was unable to separate the three separate scents that made up the stench but an older, less innocent member of society would probably be able to pick up the scent of soil, blood, and sweat from the man's body.

As the hand was removed and the element of the man's breathe was added, it did nothing but threaten to knock out the boy that was already becoming petrified by terror without the male's threat. In fact, he was so scared that he actually peed his pants. 

"M-M-Matéo D-Delacour"

Once the boy stopped stuttering it would have been extremely difficult for any human to hear what he had said... but due to the fear restricting his vocal chords, but with Fenrir's wolfish descent perhaps he was actually able to hear what Matéo had said...

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TAGGED: @fenrir

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Now fear was a thing that the sadist enjoyed. Pain and fear tended to thrill his wolf, the side of himself that was always near the surface even without the full moon. Maliciousness. Hatred. Pettiness. All those things for humanity he shared with his wolf. But what he was had a level of cruelty a werewolf couldn't imagine but could, in fact, respect. Which is what those who go half way didn't get when it came to the wolf.

It wasn't about who was closer to the wolf. It was about understanding what the wolf needed and having that goal meld with yours. The wolf wanted his pound of flesh. His hatred of humanity. And Fenrir... He just wanted that satisfaction of being what they feared. Having them hate him as much as he hated them. Eventually coming to the point when the whole wizarding world would understand and despair at his ultimate revenge against humanity.

But his favorite thing had always been the young. Taking them. Making them werewolves in mind as well as body, like he was, with a hatred of the wizarding world. Those that weren't were always hiding like shadows. Like cowards. He was able to fuel them and make them like himself during the war. But afterwards, the resolve wasn't there. The few that remained of his group, with a stronger hatred then the lure, lived in the wild.

While he... He had been doing what he could for the cause but he wasn't afraid of the wizarding world and having his fun. He gave a bark of a laugh at the fear of the boy even as he wrinkled his nose a little at the kid peeing his pants. Still kept him close because of the name.

"Like the Veela family that married into that family of blood traitors, the Weasleys?" Fenrir asked.

matéo delacour

[matéo delacour]

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The young man who, in the fall, would be attending Hogwarts in the fall was scared without doubt for his life. There were enough clues for him to know that he had been taken by someone sinister. No sane person would smell this bad after all! Fear continued to rule his body whilst he nodded feverishly.

"Yes... my aunt married a Weasley... Bill..."

Was that relationship going to incarcerate him or would it save him? Would he be able to walk up to his Aunt or Uncle after this and hug them, thanking them for saving his life? Or would they be attending his funeral... unaware that they were the reason that he lay in that coffin? That not having married could have been the very thing that would have let him stay alive.

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TAGGED: @fenrir

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