The Distance In Your Eyes | By : Pfeifenkraut Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 30080 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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Chapter 8
"Vicious Killer strikes – Two corpses beyond recognition found!
Tragedy at Falstone. Two mutilated corpses were found in forest. Community horror-stricken.
The 17th August seemed to be a day as every other in the life of hunter David Jackson (45). When he went into the forest at dawn he never suspected that it would be one of the worst days of his life.
According to the spokesman of the police, Jackson found a trail of blood and was led away from his usual path.
'Our interrogation concerning Mr. Jackson's reasons to be so far away from any civilisation turned out to be as following', a spokesman of the police told the press conference. 'While hunting Mr. Jackson encountered a trail of blood that led him away from his typical hunting ground. Out of experience he followed the trail because he was convinced that it belonged to an animal which was suffering from mortal wounds to put it out of its misery.'
'Mr. Jackson, however, was not prepared for the sight that greeted him. His mind has sustained great mental strain upon finding the gruesome crime scene and he is now staying at the local hospital under special supervision.'
Jackson was not the only person that was affected by the crime scene but several police officers as well.
Limbs and various other unidentifiable body parts covered the ground tinting it red. It turned out the extremities were brutally severed from their body and thrown away. Judging by the wounds it was impossible for a human being to cause such extensive damage – only a large animal like a bear or a wolf could muster up enough strength.
Post-mortem examinations have revealed that both of the bodies have already been dead for several days due to the start of decay.
Further examinations have shown that the victims were still alive when their bodies were assaulted.
'The footprints in the clearing indicate the presence of a large, four-legged mammal.' Expert zoologist Edward Pattinson of the local zoo stated. 'The shape of the footprints suggests that it was a wolf but its paws would be far too large. The average wolf's shoulders reach between 60 to 95 cm, however, the size of the footprints hints that it is about a meter to 1,20 in height. There is no record of a wolf this big ever being sighted.' (for more information on wolves turn to p. 15)
Another question is its origin. Wolves are extinct in the United Kingdom and no zoo has reported a break out of these carnivores.
Funnily enough the mysterious animal has not taken one single bite out of the dead bodies to sate its own hunger. Maybe a 'Hound of the Baskervilles' has appeared. If so the local population has to shiver in fear because there is no Sherlock Holmes to solve this case.
Another mysterious occurrence is that there have been footprints of a third person found nearby. They came to a halt in front of the gruesome scene and have vanished.
'The disappearance of the third person's footprints is still a mystery.' The spokesman of the police told the press conference. 'Curious is that the wolf's footprints start a few metres from where the ones of the third person stop.'
The spokesman completely omitted the fact that the police is in the dark about the Hound of the Baskervilles case.
The police requests to maintain constant vigilance and not to panic. Upon encountering anything that resembles the Hound do climb a tree or shut yourself in a house, seek cover and call the police immediately.
There is, however, no cause for panic."
Shacklebolt's voice faded and he lowered the newspaper. He looked at the assembled crowd and saw shocked confusion in every face.
"That is all very tragic, Kingsley, but what does this have to do with our meeting? I understood we had very urgent matters to discuss?" Professor McGonagall said.
Looks of surprise were sent her way, but after seeing the stern expression on the Gryffindor teacher's face, they reluctantly agreed that she was right. "Now, now, Minerva. Don't be so impatient." Dumbledore interjected.
"I found this article this morning on my table and I went to investigate with a group of my colleagues."
"Why should the Ministry send Aurors over there?" Charlie asked.
"The higher-ups assumed it was a magical concern – in fact it was rumoured that the corpses were former Death Eaters."
A sharp intake of breath was heard.
"And...?"
"Spit it out already! We don't have all day! Who did us the favour?" Moody growled.
"Well, they were indeed Death Eaters... And they were most likely killed by a werewolf."
Suddenly everybody talked at once. An uproar broke out among the Order and chaos erupted.
"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed.
"But the wolves are on You-Know-Who's side! And single wolves wouldn't dare to incur his wrath!"
"Such assumptions should not be made hastily." Snape sneered.
"What do you mean, Severus?" Mr. Weasley enquired.
Giving him a dark look Snape answered, "As I would have informed you in due time, there was a rather interesting occurrence during the last meeting."
"Please tell us, Severus." Dumbledore said.
"An old acquaintance delighted us with their presence." Snape said sarcastically.
"Who?"
"The leader of the beasts."
"Fenrir Greyback? But that's an ally of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! That doesn't make any sense!"
"Of course it does, you fool! And I will explain it so that even someone as dim-witted as you can follow. The Dark Lord wished to know about the abduction of the Potter boy."
"What do you mean? Greyback never handed Harry over?"
"Obviously not. Please refrain from interrupting."
"Severus, please continue."
Inclining his head, he said, "Greyback told the Dark Lord that Potter was no longer in his possession thus he was not telling the truth. He even insinuated that he was already in the safety of our presence. From my viewpoint I could clearly ascertain that Greyback was exceptionally aggressive and agitated even for his measure."
"You mean he was outright lying to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Mrs Weasley asked, unbelieving.
"Indeed."
"And what has this got to do with the article?"
"It's means, Nymphadora, that the beasts most likely do not side with the Dark Lord any longer."
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Green eyes came into focus and looked around dazedly. Very soon he made out bushy brown hair to his left. "Welcome back, Harry." Hermione said.
"Where...?" He rasped. His throat burned and felt unbelievably dry.
Trying to sit up, dark spots appeared in his vision and he regretted the movement immediately.
"Relax! You are safe now." She said and gave him a glass of water. Gratefully taking it, he started to gulp down the contents but choked on them.
"Easy there. Drink slowly." She admonished him and waited for his coughing fit to die down. "We brought you back to Grimmauld Place. You nearly gave us a heart attack just passing out like that."
Relieved, he took a shaky breath. The nightmare had finally come to an end. He no longer had to fear being slaughtered, tortured or given over to Voldemort. At last he was with his friends again.
"Is everyone ok?", he asked, his voice not as hoarse as before. He must have been screaming in his feverish dreams. He remembered waking up to horrid pictures, drenched in sweat, crying and clutching his neck. And he remembered Molly softly calling his name while cooling his forehead.
"Of course everybody is, stupid! Just a bit worried. Besides, I should be asking YOU this question! How are you feeling?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He answered automatically.
She frowned. "Are you sure? Your neck was infected very badly. And your feet were torn."
"Yeah."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"If you think so. Well... About the fire, you know? The one that destroyed the Burrow?"
"How much could be saved?"
"Not much. The Weasleys lost nearly everything but nobody was hurt. For the moment they're living here. And well, you got lucky. Most of your things were in your trunk and it seems it's fire resistant. So your cloak and map are safe."
"And Hedwig? Did she make it?" He asked, desperation clear in his voice.
"Of course she did. She's a clever girl. She escaped as soon as the fire started."
Relieved, he let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.
"And Ginny? She was with me in the field when it... happened."
"Yes, she's fine. Just a scratch." Hermione looked at him uncertainly and hesitated, but finally asked, "Harry, about what has happened...You should talk about it with someone?"
"What do you know?"
"Well... we saw how you sprinted after Bellatrix into the fields with Ginny at your heels...and we tried, too, but the fire cut us off... and Ginny told us that you were led away from the Burrow. And in the fields you were ambushed by Greyback. But she couldn't recall the happenings correctly...one moment you were fighting against him and the next she was roughly shoved aside...she blacked out because she hit her head on a stone...but you weren't there any more when we arrived shortly after that! And everywhere was blood!"
Hermione's voice cracked and she had tears in her eyes.
"Oh Harry, we searched and searched! But we only found the trail of blood leading to the spot where he had apparated you away. God, we assumed the worst! We couldn't find a trace of you... and you were away for so long...and all the blood...We thought...of course he wants ... alive... but..."
"Shh, its ok now," Harry said, taking her crying form in his arms while his own throat sized up.
"...thought...what if..." she sobbed into his shirt and desperately holding onto it.
"Shh", he said and fought his own tears.
Embracing each other for a moment, both of them calmed down. Finally, Hermione sat back and looked him in the eyes, her own red and puffy.
"...the blood..." She wiped away the tears. "How?"
"...Ginny was shielding my back when … it happened..." He said, his voice was shaking at the end. "My spells... they repelled off of him...and I was ...nothing seemed to work... and I couldn't remember the things we learned about werewolves...and … and...he just stood there and waited...waited till I realised..."
He took a deep breath.
"Then he attacked... I was thrown to the ground... Everything happened so fast… I can only remember a piercing pain at my neck… I passed out after that..."
"He bit you!" Hermione blurted out, "That's where the neck wound comes from, isn't it...?"
Nodding he looked to the side and gingerly touched the bandages that were tightly wrapped around his throat and upper body.
"Harry, I'm-"
"Hermione!" The door burst open and banged against the wall. Ron was standing in the frame, his face red with excitement.
"We just eavesdropped on the Order Meeting with some extendable ears! Guess what we found out!"
His wildly flailing arms came to a stop when he spotted Harry.
"Harry! Mate! You're awake! How're you doing?"
"Hey Ron", Harry answered in a timid voice. "I'm fine."
"How long's he been awake for? Why hasn't anybody told me?" The redhead asked Hermione.
"Simple, Ronald. Certain people were busy spying illegally on SECRET Order meetings instead of sitting with their best friend." She said, glaring at him.
Ron looked down at his feet guiltily.
"At least someone has to find out because nobody ever tells us anything." He mumbled under his breath.
"So what's the big news?" Harry asked, trying to ease the tension.
"Well, in short, Greyback has lost his marbles. Seems like he lied to You-Know-Who about Harry's location and his wolves killed two Death Eater bastards without a reason. And now they are wildly speculating about their motives or if they've finally cracked."
"What do you mean Greyback has lied about Harry's location?"
"Well, Snape told the Order that Greyback said that he didn't have Harry any longer but at that time as far as we know Harry was still with him."
"Oh", Hermione said. Then she frowned and asked, "So the wolves don't side with you-know-who any longer?"
"Seems so..."
"But why..."
Her voice faded out while Harry watched them argue. He still had one hell of a headache but it was so good to see their faces. The both of them often had those heated arguments when they were together and he would have never imagined that he would miss those at some point, too.
Yet he actually had! And he had missed their voices, too. But it was so hard to follow the conservation right now and he couldn't keep his mind off the questions which kept nagging him in the back of his head.
Did they get some kind of wrong information? Surely the wolves wouldn't change sides out of the blue, would they? And if they did... why would Greyback lie about his location? Because there was no chance that the werewolf did know that Harry had escaped when he had left the cave...so why did he lie? The only reason which kept popping up in his mind was that Greyback never intended to bring him to Voldemort...or he first wanted to but then changed his mind...this was all so confusing.
He sighed while his eyes fell closed and his reeling mind spiralled into darkness.
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"Harry," someone whispered from afar. Rustling. Then a curtain was drawn and light flooded the room.
"Harry dear." The same voice said.
"Mhm" He mumbled and yawned. Opening his eyes lazily, Molly Weasley came into focus.
"Morning, sleepy head! Hermione told me that you are feeling better now. Do you want some breakfast?" She asked while balancing a tray packed with delicious smelling food.
"You must be hungry! I made porridge and pancakes. And you have to drink a lot so I've got some tea for you. In the vial with the blue stopper is a pain-relieving-potion and in the other one a blood replenishing. Both are not to be taken on a empty stomach. So eat up." She said while helping him to sit up. Then she placed the tray on his lap.
"Here you go." She said. "And don't you worry about your shirt. You were clutching it so tightly that I couldn't throw it away so I put it in the laundry. But it has a lot of holes in it so I'm going to patch it before you can get it back."
He paled at the mention of the shirt but mumbled a quiet "Thanks."
The damn shirt! Why hadn't he gotten rid of it when he had changed?
"Harry, dear, are you really ok? You look a bit pale around the nose. Eat something."
As soon as she mentioned a meal the pleasant smell of food reached his nose, making his mouth water and his stomach grumble.
He didn't even notice Mrs Weasley leaving the room, too preoccupied in grabbing the spoon.
When was the last time he had eaten something? Abruptly he halted in his movement.
He remembered! How could he have forgotten?
That one time Greyback had brought back game! He had been terrified when he had seen him covered in blood, the body of a dead animal slung over his shoulder. Shocked, he had tried to crawl away again but in the process had reopened his wound and had passed out again.
The obtrusive smell of smoke and fire tickled his nose. Instantly awake he thought for a moment that he was back at the Burrow that had been set fire to and worried for the Weasley family.
However, the soft but hard surface he was lying on and the penetrating smell of dog clinging to it stopped him from panicking. Of course, he wasn't at the Weasley's, hadn't been for some time now. The underlying smell of herbs that had been put on his wounds, as well as the other impressions his nose had caught, should have reminded him that he was still in the cave.
The crackling of a fire somewhere in the cave made him open his eyes. As far as he could remember there hadn't been one burning when he had awoken the first time.
He spotted Greyback sitting at a bonfire in the middle of the cave. In his hands he was holding a haunch of an animal at its bone, every so often he turned it so it would get darker everywhere. The cadaver and the innards had miraculously disappeared and the only reminder that it had been there was some left over blood and a pile of neatly cut meat.
Now that he thought about it, Harry turned his gaze back to the meat in Greyback's hands. It looked rather dark, burnt even.
Harry narrowed his eyes. Had that beast never cooked anything? Then again, he was exactly that, a beast, and probably had no idea about how to softly grill anything at all. After all, the monster preferred his food bloody, and kicking if possible.
Harry's stomach did a flip at the notion of live game. The thought of eating anything that was still alive and pumping made him want to throw up -
A large wave of heat coming from Greyback's direction distracted him from his thoughts. Turning his head back towards the beast, Harry was able to see the haunch in the beast's hand happily burning.
What. The. Hell?
Staring with wide eyes at the burning meat, Harry watched in amazement how Greyback studied the burning bone in his hand before he picked at it with his claws, the flame slowly dying down. Narrowing his eyes, the monster brought the dark and obviously burnt meat to his nose and sniffed at it. Then he threw it away and turned to the pile of meat at his side. This time he took some sort of bloody steak and pierced it with a stick before starting to roast it.
Mesmerised, Harry watched Greyback work.
Only moments later did the monster finish his work and turn around to face him. Immediately the small hairs on Harry's arms stood on end.
Greyback didn't intend to eat Harry with the grilled meat, right...? That would be totally...
Before Harry could do anything, Greyback started to move towards him.
Eyes widening in terror, he was frozen to the spot, his heart was pounding a mile a minute.
He really didn't want to eat him... right?
He could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Would he die now?
Suddenly, the beast sat down in front of him cross-legged.
Why was he sitting down in front of him? He couldn't possibly plan to attack him while sitting, right?
Suspicious, he watched Greyback lifting the meat in his hand.
Harry's eyes widened. The beast didn't want to struck him down with the roasted meat, did he?
Stunned he watched as Greyback presented the steak to him.
Minutes ticked by as he stared at the beast, unmoving.
Slowly lowering the meat, Greyback looked back at Harry, unblinking. For a moment, Harry thought he had seen confusion in the amber eyes.
Then Greyback brought the meat to his own mouth and bit into it, tearing a large chunk out of it. Chewing on it, Greyback's features contorted in disgust. Turning half away, he spat it out and looked at the steak, growling irritatedly.
"Disgusting little shit. How can humans eat this?"
Harry stared at him curiously. Had Greyback wanted him to eat that?
Unconsciously, Harry leant forwards slightly.
Abruptly, the amber eyes studied him again. Harry stared back for a moment, but then his gaze dropped to the only food he had seen in days.
His stomach cramped painfully and his mouth watered.
Surely, the meat couldn't be that bad, could it? He had probably eaten much much worse things at the Dursley's, if he was lucky and got anything at all.
"Whatever", Greyback sneered and held it out to Harry again.
Was it really for him?
Harry's hand twitched.
What did he have to lose? He was so hungry!
Shooting one last look at Greyback's face, his hand slowly inched towards the steak.
Holding his breath, Harry braced himself. He still wasn't convinced that the food was really for him.
After what seemed to be forever, his fingers slowly closed around the meat. As soon as Greyback released it, Harry pulled it towards himself.
Glancing suspiciously at the beast, he sniffed at the steak and after deeming it eatable he bit into it. The juices of the steak filled his mouth and he eagerly chewed on the tough but otherwise edible meat.
After he had wolved down half of the steak, Harry became aware of the penetrating gaze of Greyback. Looking up, his mouth full of meat their gazes met before Harry hastily turned away again.
Suddenly he had lost all apatite and put the remaining meat on the ground in front of him.
For a moment, nothing happened, then the meat was lifted by a large hand and taken away. Seconds later, Greyback appeared in his line of vision and sat down cross-legged again.
A small bowl was put between them.
"Eat!"
Curious, Harry looked into it and saw two wild strawberries and three blackberries.
Hesitantly, he took the bowl into his hands and after confirming one last time that they were really for him he cautiously put one into his mouth. Carefully rolling it around on his tongue, he probed the berry's texture. After a moment the soft flesh of the berry melted away in his mouth while its taste unfolded. It was not overly sweet but still tasty and it left a slight sour after taste.
He had to fight the desire to close his eyes in delight. He would never make himself so vulnerable in front of Greyback.
Not able to resist he devoured the other four berries and relished in the treats. He ignored the sugary and sticky juice dripping down his chin. Too immersed was he in the explosion of flavour.
Out of the corner of his eyes he caught a movement. Turning his attention away from the bowl he was about to look up when suddenly a clawed finger was put under his chin and his head was tilted up.
Immediately his eyes met those of the beast and widened when he realised that Greyback was studying him. Then the werewolf inched closer and the amber eyes dropped down from Harry's to his chin.
He was really close now. His other hand was put next to Harry's thigh, encasing him.
Frozen to the spot Harry's body started to sweat and to shake involuntarily.
Subconsciously, he noticed that Greyback shifted his weight so that his hand supported more of his weight.
Almost panicking, he saw how Greyback leant forwards in one bold move, his hot breath ghosted over his chin for a moment before the tip of his tongue darted out to gently lick away the berries' juices.
Blushing furiously he shook his head. He could still feel the wet trail on his skin that was left behind by the rough tongue and a strange tickling sensation.
Why had Greyback done that? There had been absolutely no reason for it! Even more so, as far as he knew, Greyback was carnivorous and didn't even like berries!
But now that he thought about it, Greyback hadn't seemed to want to hurt him, as strange as that sounded.
Absent-mindedly, he dug the spoon into the porridge and began to eat with a frown on his face.
Greyback even appeared to be... nice...? At least for his measure.
The berries had been really tasty after all.
And somehow it all fit into the picture of the rumour of him having switched sides.
Greyback had never really intended to harm him, had even taken care of him and given him food. Besides that he had flat out lied to Voldemort because when he had been summoned Harry had still been there.
Had Harry imagined all of this or had it all been an attempt to lure him into a false sense of security to get...
… to get what exactly?
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