a new dawn, a new life (NERO)

[matéo delacour]

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He was nothing but a sweet and innocent little boy, but all that was about to change. The last he remembered he had been upon the Hogwarts Express amongst some people he thought to be his friends, but now he sat with heavy eyelids bound to a chair by the waist, wrists, and ankles. He was meant to be returning home to his mother for Christmas. He was meant to tell her how his first few months at the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, yet he was far away from such a thing.

Slowly the heavily lidded eyes opened, briefly at first but slowly becoming longer and longer as time passed.  With each moment that he got to take in the room that surrounded him the more he realized that he didn't know where he was, and just as sight was slowly returning to him other senses were too. Senses such as scent as the smell of urine slowly began to fill his nostrils.

He could see moonlight trickling in, lighting a small portion of the cabin that surrounded him and revealing the wooden interior that at one point had been a home but had now become the prison of an underaged wizard. The white collard shirt that he had been wearing was torn in multiple places and covered in the physical filth and bodily fluids (namely drool and sweat).

A groan left the young boy as he tugged on the restraints that held him to the chair, unaware that the main man behind his kidnapping had been close by.

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[nero gage]

 
Nero liked the shadows. His eyesight was just as good in the dark than it was in the day. Actually it was pretty much the only thing his father had said made him a an adequate werewolf. Vitus Gage had been a tough taskmaster however and very hard to please.


Sitting in a hard backed chair his right shin propped up on his left knee he had a long bladed hunting knife and he was sharpening it with a whetstone. The schicking sound of the stone against the metal was satisfying against his ears and he couldn’t help but smile at the sound. Finishing up he held the knife up and it almost seemed like it was shining despite the darkness.


Hearing a sound Nero looked towards the chair where his prey sat tied to. He was young, though not as young as his protege, and was delightfully rumpled but the end of it he would be more so. Taking the propped up booted foot he slipped back down to the hard-wooden floor and pushed himself out of the chair and with the knife still in hand sauntered to the young man.


“Good evening, little fly. Welcome to my web,” he said, fangs flashing in the moonlight. 
 

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[matéo delacour]

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As the effects of the drug that had been slipped to him began to wear off he was slowly becoming more and more himself. Panic at the situation that he had woken up to find himself in began to settle in more and more. He struggled against his restraints, trying to free himself to no avail. The ropes moved slightly but never loosened. He was trapped here and there was nothing that he could do.

He only stopped however when his eyes landed upon the sharpened knife that the stranger held as he approached.

Fear had gripped him and his eyes wouldn't leave the knife. What did this man have planned for him? Would he ever see the walls of Hogwarts again or his mother for that matter? He took no notice of the derogatory name that had been thrown at him, concerned instead with the weapon that the man held. This young wizard was here against his wishes and his captor had a knife. Of course the name calling was the least of his concern.

Right now his biggest concern was one of the many items that possibly could kill him within that room.

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[nero gage]

The way that the child struggled within the bounds was quite entertaining. Nero knew that he would get close to getting free as he had tied the ropes himself and they would only loosen if he he wished them too and at they would stay on….for the moment.

The boys struggles only stopped when he viewed the blade that Nero held and the smile on his face widened. He could smell fear coming off of him and it was like he could also taste it. It was like the best fire whiskey, a smell to savor instead of throwing it down like a savage.

“You are probably wondering why I have you here little fly,” he said moving slowly towards the boy. “I have a little friend who I am tutoring at the moment and they required a lesson in hunting….”

He trailed off wanting to see how the child would react to his words.

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Confusion began to mingle with the fear at the man's words. Multiple questions ran through his head. All of which would have been predictable given the information that had been left to him. Questions that anyone would ask, let alone a child.

"Hunted? What do you mean hunted? Why did it have to be me?"

It wasn't until he had vocalized the word that the true realities of the situation settled upon him. Panic began to mingle amongst him. Eleven years. That was all he had to live! That wasn't nearly long enough! He only had had a couple of months of experience at Hogwarts and that was all he was ever going to get!

"Why did you choose to hunt me of all the people in the world that you could target?!"

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[nero gage]

Nero rolled his eyes. He had heard this so many times before. Why me? At this moment the prey always thought of themselves and not some other poor schmo that could’ve been chosen instead of them. Sure not all of them came out of it alive and some were turned and a couple of them even thanked him afterward for the experience and the ‘gift’ received at the end. But they always started with why me.

“Why not you? I chose you because I have noticed you before and it is not very often someone catches my eye like you have. My friend is also young like yourself and I really wanted someone around his age so when given an opportunity I take it.”

He kneeled down in front of the child and stared into his eyes. He was such a pretty thing for a boy but then from what he knew of him and knew a bit he had a bit of Veela blood in him and it showed. He wondered how the turn would change him because Nero had decided that this was not a killing hunt. Someone else would be chosen for that, a muggle most likely.

He wondered if his little Raff had met the boy before. He assumed that they had that had connections after all and he wondered how Hugo would react to his hunt being someone he knows.

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Nothing that Nero said made him feel better about the situation that he found himself in. He was the prey and no matter how Nero tried to dress it up, nothing could change that reality, especially given there was no effort made to save him from the embarrassing situation that he found himself in. 

He was made even more uncomfortable by the werewolf gazing into his eyes the way that he was at this point in time. It was like he was sizing him up... trying to figure out where the best place to strike first would be.  It was a very unnerving situation to be put in. One that he felt like he was going to have to become all too familiar with.

"H-How long are you going to keep me here?"

His voice shook with fear. He just wanted to get out of here! He just wanted to be back at hogwarts and surrounded by friends and family!

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[nero gage]

Nero was starting to feel a little bored and frustrated and he hated feeling bored and frustrated. He had been hoping to get something different from this child considering the background that he had. He wanted a little spunk, a little fight but all he was getting was the same old, same old. Whining and seeking pity. It didn’t help that he was using his pretty eyes to garner sympathy and it was working, in part.


Nero shrugged. He had no idea how long the boy was going to be here. It really depended on Hugo and the others and if he was honest with himself Nero wasn’t sure if he wanted him to be around all that long. The effect he was having on him was unnerving.


“As long as it takes,” he said trying his best not to look into the child’s eyes. “My friends should be here shortly and then the fun shall begin.”

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[hugo granger-weasley]

I was born to be an arsonist, just one spark and it's lit

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Things had only been going upwards since he had met Nero for the first time, and now things were clear to him. He knew what he wanted, and his hair reflected that for his natural ginger was starting to return which meant that his roots were red while the rest was black. It was a sign that he was leaving the wizarding world and all their stresses behind him and beginning to further embrace his new life. Hugo had come here, however, seeking something that Bardulf couldn’t offer him. Full control of the wolf during the moon. Nero had told him before that he knew how, and Dulf hadn’t mentioned anything about it.

Therefore, on an afternoon before the December full moon, this young man found himself within the camp of his people’s army. Searching for the very man who could give him guidance that Dulf couldn’t offer. Eventually one of the enlisted was able to guide him to Nero’s whereabouts and the only thing that stood between him and his destiny was a door.

He stood there for a moment, staring at it almost as if he was gathering up the courage to begin the next stage of his journey. Eventually, he did manage to raise his hand to knock on the door; involuntarily holding his breath as he did so. With that knock, he had reached a new stage in his development as a werewolf, although he could only wonder if Bardulf would view this approach as an act of treason.

“Nero? Are you in there?"

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The knock on the door was divine intervention in Nero’s way of thinking and the voice on the other side made him grin his not so nice grin. He had not called for Raff but he suspected that he would come and it was one of the reasons why he made sure that the prey for the hunt was here.
“It seems my friend has finally arrived,” he said in a sweetly malicious way and finally tearing his eyes from the compelling eyes of his captive. He wondered if the child recognised the voice on the other side of the door. He hoped in a way that he did because it would make it all the more better for what was too come.

He made his way to the door wondering if the child would try to convince Raff not to hunt him and he wondered if his protégé would give into the magnetism that the child had or try to please him and the rest of the wolves that were encamped with the army.

Opening the door he smiled down at Hugo Granger-Weasley pleased to see that the child was growing out the awful black in his hair.

“Ah Raff, I am so happy that you are here. I have a surprise for you.”

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[matéo delacour]

They're gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books

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Matéo wasn’t aware of what his vela traits were doing to the man that stood before him. He wasn’t even aware that they were in effect now. You see, he hadn’t quite mastered the control of his inherited traits which unfortunately wouldn’t be adding any favours to the situation that he now found himself within, it would possibly only make his situation worse. Panic only nestled further into his heart when the man said that he had friends. How could a monster like him have friends?

His heart raced, his head trying to figure out how this was all possible. How could this man have friends let alone followers given everything that he had done to him so far? And then the knock came. Air became trapped in his chest, scared exactly of who or what could be behind that door, although he was pretty sure that the what was a werewolf though.

It didn’t make sense for it to be a different species all together.

As the person called to Nero though the voice sounded familiar and he began flicking through the voices that he knew in his head. No! It couldn’t be! But soon the boy was allowed into the room and his assumption was correct. That indeed was his cousin of sorts strolling into the hut. He did of course check him out, trying to find any sort of marks that could suggest that he too was here against his will… but it didn’t seem like it.

“His name is Hugo you sick oaf! Not Raff!”

It was clear that now the French and Bulgarian native through inheritance was ripping and ready to put up a fight. No one messed with his family.

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The response that his captive made was just what Nero wanted to hear and it made it all the more perfect. It was clear that they did know each other and finally he was showing some fight.


“Oh I know his name is Hugo, my little Fang, but I call him Raff because it suits him though admittedly Hugo is not such a bad name and it does suit him a little. In his new life however Raff is so much better. It means Red Wolf you see.”


Nero turned his attention back to Hugo and smiled.


“Raff, I believe you know Mateo and we are going to go on a hunt!”


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[hugo granger-weasley]

I was born to be an arsonist, just one spark and it's lit

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Hugo stood there, a stoic expression on his face. Before he sat his cousin, tied up and covered in bodily fluids. He was almost unrecognizable… almost. They were family of sorts after all so the fact that they wouldn’t recognize each other in ways other than their voices was actually rather bizarre. For some reason though, the situation that he saw his older cousin in didn’t seem to hit any panic alarms with the young man. His time as a werewolf had already begun to dull his senses and warp his judgement of right and wrong.

His cousin’s outburst didn’t even cause his mouth to tweak.

He really was beginning the process of turning into the perfect little soldier that Dulf and Nero had hoped he would become. Nero’s description of his affectionate nickname did, however, cause a small stirring of pride within him, almost as if it were the wolf within him responding to the name that had been called, but then again, the full moon was also edging closer with every passing moment. The closer that the moon got, the stronger the wolf became and as such a stirring couldn’t really be associated with anything during this time of the month.

“Of course, I know him… he’s kind of a cousin of mine… can’t really say that we know each other well though. How can we hunt without guns though?”

The confusion was evident within the still slightly naïve young man. He may have wanted to become a werewolf, but he had yet to acquaint the wolf with a weapon or even in any other sort of darker connotation. It was an area that the young soldier to be had yet to explore. An area of opportunity for his growth.

“And isn’t rabbit season over?”

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A kind of cousin? It was one way to put it but Nero had to admit he was a little disappointed that Hugo and Mateo weren’t a little closer. It would make it interesting to see how he would react during the hunt. Actually it would have been interesting to see how they both would have reacted. Would Mateo try to reason with him and would Hugo have been sympathetic. It didn’t look like it but in hunt conditions anything could happen?



Nero rolled his eyes but then chuckled at the naivety of his young charge. Sometimes it was hard to remember just how young he was but then he was reminded at moments likes this. Nero placed his hand on the shoulder of Hugo and led him more fully into the room.



“Don’t be stupid Raff,” Nero said a little more harshly than he would have liked. He softened his tone a little. “Why would we stupid muggle weapons? We won’t even be using our wands.”



He looked out the window where the moon was just beginning to rise and he could feel the wolf start to stir with in. It was almost time and he grinned.



“We are the weapon my little Raff,” he said the savage in his voice, “we are the weapon.”


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