The Dark Lord was a very persuasive man. If anything, Greyback would give him that. After the dark wizard had let his followers tender the werewolf up pretty good, Voldemort had his go at making Fenrir bleed. He stumbled through the forest, beaten and bruised, with his one eye swollen shut and the other just about. He tried to find his cave from where the Death Eaters had Apparated him to. He groaned and grabbed at his cracked ribs. He was so disoriented, he couldn’t even tell what part of the forest he was in. He cursed under his breath and leaned against a nearby tree, sinking down to his knees to rest a moment. Yes, that’s all he needed was a bit of rest. Then he would be fine. What Greyback didn’t know or didn’t want to admit, was that if he did allow himself to sleep, he would not be waking up again.
The petite girl walked through the dark forest with her wand pointed forward and the tip of her wand emitting a warm glow with her other arm wrapped around her Herbology textbook close to her chest. Alice was in the forest late at night because she was off researching those rare plants that she learned at Herbology today. Just looking at pictures in the textbook doesn’t satisfy the little Gryffindor so she decided to run off to the forest to see the plants with her own eyes and Alice silently hoped that she would see Greyback. The thought of him made the girl’s cheeks redden and a shy smile curled up her lips. She shook her head to take her mind off Greyback so she could concentrate on those plants and Alice could return to the castle before curfew. The girl jumped slightly when she heard a rustle coming from nearby and Alice tightened her hold on the book and she hesitantly made her way towards where she heard the sound and her hand that held her wand trembled softly. She froze when she saw a shadowy figure leaning against a tree, as she took a deep breath and Alice slowly made her way towards him. As the girl got a good look of his face, she dropped her book on the ground and she rushed towards the injured man. Alice kneeled down in front of him and she looked at his injuries before she set her eyes on his face. “Gr-Greyback, who…who did this to you?..” A wave of concern and worry washed over her as she stuttered the words.
Greyback had slowly slipping into a trance of warm murky water as he struggled to remain conscious. He assumed he’d suffered some major head injury during his torture and now had a concussion. Great, he thought bitterly. His head dipped forward every once in a while, fighting drowsiness. He heard frantic shuffling and tensed as much as he could, on guard for an attack. But then he heard his Alice’s voice. Shit. He didn’t want her to see him like this. Greyback attempted to stand as she grabbed onto him, but he merely fell back down against the hard bark of the tree. “I… It was just a bar fight. Stupid drunk,” he lied. He didn’t want to worry her about the on-coming war brewing outside of Hogwarts. He knew she wasn’t stupid. His injuries were clearly more than a fight, but he had to try.
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