You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Remus walked through the forest, pointing his wand around as he searched for whatever or whoever had made the sound. He could smell something in the distance but he had yet to put a face to the scent. Just as he was rounding a few trees, from the corner of his eye, he saw a blur rushing by the trees. He turned towards where he had seen the blur, keeping his wand aiming towards the trees. Waiting for whatever it was to move again, Remus proceeded to head backwards to head back to the shack. When he turned around, he suddenly felt himself being shoved to the ground while something kept him glued to the ground. 

He felt a hand holding him down by his head while the other held his hands down. The person's knees were being shoved into his back. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as werewolves started to walk from their hiding spots and moved towards him. Then he saw coming from the direction right in front of him, Fenrir walking towards him. Fenrir paused right a foot away from his head as he gazed down with a smug smirk at Remus. 

"Well, well, well... look what the wolf dragged in? Little Remus thought it wise to come lurking in the woods where he's unwanted." Fenrir mockingly said while his pack started to lightly chuckle at him. Remus struggled to escape the person's grip but it was no use. The person was stronger than Remus. 

"Scabior, let the runt get up." Fenrir ordered. Scabior released his grip from Remus's hands but not before slamming his hands against Remus's shoulder blades and pushing himself off Remus. Remus clung his hands against his chest, feeling like his ribs slightly cracked or something, as he shot his head up and watched Scabior, a man who looked like he hadn't had sleep in weeks with wild dark hair and a scrawny body like his, walked over to Fenrir, who lightly messed with Scabior's hair. 

"Remus, you don't know about Scabior. He came just one year after you left the pack, Runt. He only in his twenties and he already made it as a Beta. He's been an excellent member and student. Obedient, smart, delightfully vicious when need be and actually isn't ashamed with who he is... unlike some people." Fenrir commented, clearly trying to get under Remus's skin for his lack of respect towards the werewolf community. Remus pushed himself onto his feet as he tried to get a firm stand to make himself appear less timid. However, it was like him sizing up to Hagrid. Fenrir was about a foot and a half or maybe even two feet taller than him. 

"Sorry for my lack of enthusiasm of being kidnapped, turned against my will and then tried to be forced to be something I never wanted to be." Remus growled. Fenrir narrowed his eyes, which were shifted from their pale blue to a golden color. Remus fixed his coat a bit, brushing some of the dirt off of the sleeve. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I shall be taking my leave." Remus said, slowly turning when Fenrir snickered. 

"To the new pup, I figure? You can tell her she doesn't need Snape to watch her back when she turns, we can look out for her." Fenrir stated. Remus's body stiffened. He knew Fenrir had an act at figuring things out, but he didn't understand the depth of how quickly he discovered them. Remus peered over his shoulders. 

"You leave her alone, Fenrir. She doesn't deserve to be pestered by a bunch of overgrown dogs." Remus demanded him. Fenrir chuckled. 

"Pestered is such a harsh word, Runt. I'm just promising her an offer that can allow her access to be with her own kind." Fenrir claimed. Remus just shot Fenrir a glare. 

"Just leave her alone. She doesn't want anything to do with being a werewolf. And I assure you that McGonagall or Albus or even me won't hesitate in making you regret thinking about messing with her." Remus reminded him as he proceeded to leave. Even though he had threaten Fenrir, he knew that there was a chance Fenrir wouldn't listen to him. 

Fenrir watched the Runt vanish out of the trees. He couldn't believe that Remus had the nerve to actually tell him what he could and couldn't do. From the corner of his eye, Fenrir watched as Scabior tilted his head. 

"So? What do you want to do now, Alpha?" Scabior asked. Fenrir's lips slowly carved into a smirk. 

"Well... they said I couldn't go near the girl, but...," Fenrir mumbled before gazing over at Scabior, "they didn't say anything  about my pack members going near her."