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Chapter 4

Fate

Lavender stalked through the deserted rooms of the chateau, scenting the air. True to her training, she cast the Homonium Revealo before entering a room, and then Finite Incantatum as she went in. She encountered the master-less guard dogs in a room that had been converted to a kennel. The door to the outside was open, and Lavender could still smell the scent of the two men that had been there. “They buggered off!!!” she laughed. “Probably couldn’t even get you out, could they?” she asked the dogs after she released them. It wasn’t quite what Harry had described parseltongue as being like, but it was a language all its own. A combination of body language, barks, whimpers, whines, and scents made up the speech of the canine, and Lavender was fluent in it.

They swarmed around her, wagging tails and licking her hands. “You smelled me, didn’t you?” she said kindly. Yes, mistress, came the reply. They were afraid, and we refused to obey. Lavender stroked her hand over the head of the alpha male. “You have not been well used; I have a new command for you.” Her ability to control canines still amazed her. She told them to, “be good dogs, go and find those men. You can explain to them how wrong they were. After that, find yourselves families and guard the pups.” A wicked smile lit her face. “Now go, go my pretties,” she cried, laughed, and then sent them into the hills.

Her senses were on full alert, and as she cleared the last room on the ground floor, she came to another stairwell leading up. A scent struck her and raised her hackles. Kill it, her wolfself screamed. She had never come across a scent that provoked such a response, and it intrigued her. We will, my sweet, we will, but what is it has your knickers in such a twist?

Cautiously, scanning the stairwell every few steps, she climbed the stairs. When she came to a landing leading to a doorway onto the second floor she cast a dissolution charm over herself. Lavender gently swung the door open and stepped out onto the second floor. She found herself in an anteroom that appeared to lead to several other rooms. A few statues lined the walls and between them stood doors, five in all. A thin, black haired, woman, dressed in black robes was leaning against one of the statues.

Good evening, Lyra,” the woman said. Her voice had a strange quality, powerful but distant. “Yes, I can see you.”

“My name is Selene,” answered Lavender warily. Her wolf-sense was indifferent to this woman. She wasn’t the source of the scent that so disturbed her wolf half, and Lavender could smell no fear from her; in fact she couldn’t smell her at all.

“This time your name is Lavender.” The woman replied, smiling. “But you were Lyra first, and that’s what I’ll always know you as.”

“We’ve met?” Lavender said in a questioning tone. “I don’t remember you.”

The woman’s eyes twinkled. “Mortals never do. Lower your wand, will you. You can’t hurt me, and I am actually your friend.”

“Who are you?” Lavender asked, not lowering her wand.

“Oh, I have a great many names. You first knew me as Thanata, but that’s not important. What lies beyond this door” — she gestured to the one on her right— “is the werewolves’ greatest enemy. They can usually defeat a werewolf, but you’re different. You’re sentient, and that gives you the advantage. Use it well.”

“Why are you here?”

“Oh, I’m not here for you,” the woman said with a grin. “I’ve collected a few tonight, but Atropos tells me that there are more to come, and I always like watching you work.”

“Who are you?” she said more forcefully.

Thanata laughed. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. Here’s a hint, cats and dogs can sometimes see me while I’m working, werewolves too, but they are usually rendered dull by the curse.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then leaned forward. “Do you know how the werewolf came to be, Lyra?”

“No, and I don’t really have time…”

“You’re always in such a hurry,” Thanata said, and shook her head. “Yes you do, and you should know your own story.” She straightened and Lavender sensed immense power flowing from the woman. “I am not bound by time, and when you’re with me neither are you. It’s time you knew… past time. I should have contacted you years ago.” She shrugged. “Ah, well, nobody’s perfect. Here, let me tell you the tale.” Lavender was swept into darkness.

Visions started to appear before her. An island city took form in the void, and Thanata’s voice sounded around her. “This was Atlantis, a city of wizards.” It was beautiful. Spires hundreds of feet tall crowned the city; its streets were lined with opulent palaces and mansions, and its wealth and power were obvious. “The great wizard, Lycan, was their king, and his greatest pleasure was in exploring and expanding the limits of his power. He was the first to Apparate, the first to fly, and the first Animagus. He was brilliant, but like most men of ambition, he was a fool.”

The vision of the island dissolved and in its place was a vision of the inside of a magnificent palace. A young girl of perhaps fifteen ran through the great room before Lavender. “Lycan’s wife died in childbirth giving him his daughter, and he loved the girl more than all his treasure and power combined, but then one day he made a horrible mistake. Lycan’s Animagus form was that of the wolf, and he reveled in it, but he wanted more. He wanted the wolf’s sense of smell, of sight, of hearing, and most of all he wanted that special sense; the one that tells them who is friend, who is foe, and when danger is near. To that end he called upon Loki, the trickster god, whose totem was the wolf, and he beseeched the god to grant him that power.”

The vision changed again. A man in beautiful azure and gold robes stood on a hilltop. Great waves of magic swirled around him, and he raised his voice in a triumphant incantation. “Great god, Loki, father of Fenrir, I call upon you. Grant me the power of the wolf, the sight, the scent, the ways of wolf knowledge. Give me the power to hunt in the moonlight without bow and blade. Give to me the power of your totem, I demand it.”

Arrogant laughter filled the air. “Though I be chained, your petition will be granted still,” a voice boomed. “For the three nights of the full moon you will know the power you demand. I bestow upon you a portion of myself. You will have the talents of the wolf you so desire; you will have the strength of many men, and you will know the curse.” The god laughed louder still.

The mountain top disappeared, and Lycan was standing in his chambers. Lavender recognized his agony; he was in the throws of the change. “Lycan became a werewolf the next night. As he changed, his mind fell away and he became the beast.” Lavender now overlooked a street in the city, and the werewolf was raging among the throng. He tore through them in full bloodlust, killing some, maiming others. The scene changed again, and Lycan was on his knees in his chambers. He wept as he held the wounded form of his daughter.

He shouted to the heavens. “You deceived me! You gave me the power and took my mind!” He held the faintly stirring girl to his chest. “I have destroyed our city, our civilization, my daughter. You’ve won.”

The scene changed; it was another night of the full moon, and the streets of the city ran with blood. Werewolves were everywhere. Thanata’s voice carried over the cries of terror and the howls of the wolves. “For months the nights of the full moon reigned horror on the city. In a short time the entire population of the city was turned or killed, and they despaired. Lycan was driven to make a new bargain.”

They were on the mountain top again. “You must take the city. Destroy it." Lycan fell to his knees. “You must take us into legend with you, but I would ask one thing in exchange. Spare my daughter. Lift the curse and let her live. Please, you have taken everything from us. Leave me this one hope.” He shook with grief on the rocks.

A soft feminine voice came from the air around him. “We will grant this to you, but our bargain is thus, she will remain the wolf, but she will keep her mind. In all her future lives she will be our agent, our champion. Her thread will be sewn into the fabric of reality when she is needed. This we promise.”

Darkness descended. “Lycan took his daughter from the island and secreted her away in a village. When he returned to the city he cast the great spell of annihilation, and the island was destroyed. All the people perished, all but one, for Loki is not so easily thwarted. This one lone survivor was transported by the currents and the wind to land, and with him he carried the curse. Lyra grew to be the protector and guardian of justice in the valley where she lived. She would travel to far lands to help people in danger, and my friends, the fates, were pleased.”

Lavender was back in the room of statuary with the woman in black. “And so you have returned from time to time, Lyra. Always a way was found to keep the beast at bay for you. Always you have been the paladin, the protector. Your lives have been hard, but the rewards of those lives have been great, and this one is the same.”

Lavender was staggered. “I was always meant to be the wolf? I had no choice?”

Thanata smiled. “No, that part of your life was determined long ago. But when you look back, do you regret it? The things you have done? The lives you have saved and changed?”

Lavender thought for a moment. “No.”

“And you never have, Lyra, you never have.”

“Why show me all this now?” Lavender asked.

“I don’t… can’t really interfere in Lachesis’s plans,” Thanata said, “but you at least I can talk to, and we’ve always enjoyed each other’s company.” She rolled her eyes. “The immortals are boring.” She leaned in to Lavender. “Be careful, Lyra. He’s very dangerous, old, and skilled. He has killed many werewolves, but he doesn’t know you. That’s all I can say.” She smiled. “Till we meet again,” she said, and she faded into nothingness.

Lavender was rocked. He mind was buzzing with all the new information. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Calm, she thought. Master Po would tell you ‘think in the now, the future will take care of itself’. Hermione will help you sort this out. She opened her eyes, and smiled her toothy grin. So my adversary kills werewolves, does he? He’ll think I’m just like one of them… alright. She stowed her wand in its holster, and opened the door.

The room was a combination of office and suite. A large, ornate, wooden desk stood opposite the door she was standing in and another door led off to what looked like a bedroom. A man sat at the desk. Kill it; KILL IT; KILL IT, her wolfself screamed as his scent overwhelmed her. Calm, my sweet. We will.

She felt the dissolution charm break as she crossed the threshold.

“You’re the one causing all the trouble?” the man said, incredulous, “A common werewolf?”

You just keep thinking that. She let out a feral growl as she began circling sideways along the wall towards the man.

“The master is very angry; you’ve cost him a great deal. Perhaps your head will make an appropriate trophy,” he said as he stood.

Your move, arsehole.

The man leapt over the desk and disappeared in a cloud of vapor. Lavender dropped to her knee and rolled to her right side as he reappeared next to her on her left. His hand grazed along her shoulder, and the sickle-like nails on the ends of his fingers cut groves in her skin under her fur. He bared his teeth showing his fangs as he roared in displeasure at missing her.

Fucking vampire! Oh, you are done. She let out a howl, faking pain. She’d had worse. Vampire… Lavender had never encountered one before. Werewolves were rare enough but vampires were even more unusual. She had done some research on them, and decided they were not the purest of creatures. Becoming a werewolf was an act of violation and violence, becoming a vampire was an act of greed and submission. You had to want to be one.

“I’ll have you, you bitch,” the vampire yelled, and partially Disapparated again.

Lavender leapt high and to the left, the vampire appeared on her right a few feet away. Are you really that predictable? She thought, and leapt forward as he Disapparated again. She was at the desk, and in one swift movement, she picked it up off the floor and leveled the vampire with a vicious swat as he re-Apparated on her right again. The desk shattered into pieces as she crushed him between it and the wall.

“What are you?” he screamed as he tore the desk pieces from himself, and leapt at her again. She caught him by the throat.

“Your doom,” she growled in his face. His eyes widened when he saw a leg from the desk was in her hand. Lavender shoved it completely through his chest. The vampire withered until his skin resembled a dried up autumn leaf, and then he dissolved into dust.

“Fuck. You.” She slowly spat at the pile of dust. The desk leg dropped from her hand with a clatter, and she flexed her shoulder. Ouch, hmm, new scar. Shay’ll be taking the mickey for that. Lavender cast the healing charm on the cuts to her shoulder. Well, my sweet, we’ve met the business director, and the major domo, time to find this ‘Master’ fellow and give him our regards. And it’s time for you to find me, Shay. She held her left hand to her mouth and kissed her ring.

A wave of warmth went through Seamus’s hand, and a steady pulse started beating in the ring on his finger. He held his hand out and turned in a circle. The pulse beat was strongest when he faced a door that lead south out of the room he was in. “On my way, love,” he said, and quickly made his way from the room.
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