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Leave A Tender Moment Alone	By : Spurge_Laurel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tinworth was a sleepy little village in Cornwall, notable only for the fact it was one of the few places within the British Isles where Wizards lived together with Muggles at least semi-openly. The landscape consisted of gentle hills and unending expanse of the Celtic Sea. Crisp ocean air untainted by the pollutants of the big cities made it more popular among the retired community, and the population under the age of fifty did not exceed the same number.

In other words, it was the perfect target for Lord Voldemort’s campaign of terror. Mudbloods and Blood Traitors consorting with the lesser animals. With an old and feeble populace, his Death Eaters could tear through the town, sowing fear and destruction in their wake, and be gone before the pathetic Aurors could even muster a response. Then they would move on to the next, always appearing one step ahead. Untouchable. Unstoppable. For the glory of the Dark Lord.

At least, that had been the briefing Eustace Travers had received before being dispatched to Tinworth along with a few other new recruits and Greyback’s pack. It was supposed to be an easy mission. Just throw some fire charms around and pick off any runners while Fenrir and his monsters reaped the own like a whirlwind of fang and claw. A simple induction into the prestigious order of Death Eaters, something to get Travers’s and his fellow’s feet wet without throwing them in the deep end.

In theory, that was all true. Unfortunately, there was a hiccup in the plan. Just a tiny one. It was only that Travers’s entire team were scattered about the street in various forms of disarray, magically constrained and hampered to the extent they could not move, only watch the face off. Greyback, the only one left standing from their expedition, stood low in a ready stance, caution stripping the feral smirk off his face for the first time in years. Against him was a shorter figure in black robes, a strange cloak billowing around him, breaking up his silhouette and making him hard to look at.

Tinworth was in Cornwall, the southwestern most bit of England. It was basically as far as you could get from Scotland while still being in Great Britain. So why was this kid in Hogwarts robes here, and what kind of sorcery was this that he could down over a dozen trained wizards and werewolves in mere seconds all by himself.

“I must ask you to surrender,” the boy had said after he arrived in a startling crack, “should you decide to resist, I cannot promise you will come out of this unharmed.”

At the time, they had laughed at him. Laughed. Travers could only bemoan his past idiocy. His sides throbbed in pain, and he was fairly certain his arm was broken. Still, he was in better shape than some. Rowle had tried to grab a hostage from the crowd who had gathered to watch, and suffice it to say that plan had not ended well for him. Travers was no healer, but he was pretty sure the human body was not supposed to bend like that.

“I warned you, whatever happens now is simply the consequences of your actions.” the boy stated simply, as if it were no big deal. His confidence was so unshakable that the infamous werewolf faltered, unused to being taken so lightly.

The red skies shifted to a deep blue as the setting sun began to sink below the horizon. The growing darkness emboldened Greyback. “That was a neat trick with my men, boy, I’ll gie you that.” His hair began lengthening, his nails growing sharper. “But if you think you’ll be walking away alive after what you’ve done. . .”

Fenrir didn’t even finish his sentence, simply transitioned into an echoing, hacking laugh that sent shivers down Travers’s spine. The boy did not seem to share his worry. He simply tutteda and shook his head. “To a man I show mercy, Greyback,” such courage, even when he knew who his opponent was, “When a man becomes a beast, my mercy seems in short supply.”

Greyback’s chuckles died out. “Boy,” he growled, his form become more hunched as he gave himself more over to his curse, “I’m going to rip you apart and turn you into a message of what happens when you stand against the Dark Lord. And all the people behind you,” the werewolf’s monstrous hand pointed over the nameless student’s shoulder, “They’ll all learn the meaning of fear.”

For the first time, Travers saw the stranger stiffen, his hand tightening around his wand. “The meaning of fear, hmm?” the boy murmurs to himself as Greyback’s face lengthens into a snout, and his frame doubled in size with rippling muscles, “How fitting. Very well, then. Let him who thinks he knows no fear look well upon my face.”

No matter how hard he tried, Travers could not look away from the boy’s face. His green eyes seemed to burn right into the man’s soul. Travers saw those green eyes, even as the boy raised his wand to meet the pouncing werewolf. Travers saw those green eyes, even as Greyback’s lifeless corpse fell to the ground in smoldering pieces. Travers saw those green eyes even as the Aurors attempted to interrogate him later. Travers saw those green eyes even when he was questioned by the Dark Lord after being sprung out of Azkaban. Travers saw those green eyes as he shot up straight in bed from a terrible nightmare, only to meet those same green eyes staring down at him.

The boy, Harry Potter, was here.

“Found you.”
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