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"I have been sent to give the newbie a mission. He gets the honor of killing Dumbledore-" The werewolf paused to sniff the air. A sick grin spread across his lips. "On second thought, why don't we bring him Potter instead. Come out, Potter. I can smell you."

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Harry smirked as he touched the tiled wall next to a sink to leave a small scent marker before he linked his fingers together to snap the scent blocking ward back in place. He diligently worked on every aspect of his robes including hiding his own scent. The three headed dog, Fluffy, helped him get it right. The loveable beast always knew when he was near and Harry wanted to disappear completely so once Fluffy stopped jumping up to lick him months and many treats later he knew he got it.

Once his robes were Fluffy approved he went to the Forbidden Forest to test the rest. He can control what sounds and smells escape his wards so once the ward is locked he could walk towards the werewolf without any trouble.

Come out of what? The closet? Very well, I admit it, I'm gay. I didn't know you cared Greyback. Is there something I should know?" Harry said mockingly letting his wards project his voice around the room.

"No! I meant come out of hiding you prick!" The werewolf snarled.

"And why would I do that?" The voice of the Potter seemed to echo throughout the room.

Greyback snarled and pressed the wand roughly against Draco's neck. "Shut it, Golden boy! We both know you won't let this brat die." The werewolf smirked as he narrowed in on the spot where Harry's scent was coming from, which was around a sink near the two hurt Slytherin students. Greyback prepared to attack not realizing that Harry was nowhere near that spot, but was actually directly behind him.

"Why do people keep calling me that? I'm not perfect. I've broken many rules thus detentions ... usually with Professor Snape actually and what about those people I killed like Professor Quirrell or did everyone forget about him?" Severus blinked as the werewolf gave a blank look. They did forget the man. The potion master didn't dwell very long on it since Greg and Blaise were starting to recover. "Sheesh, I almost feel sorry for the guy." Harry watched as the professor checked the two Slytherins again to make sure they were ok without taking his eyes and wand off the werewolf holding Draco hostage.

The werewolf snarled and tightened his hold on the blonde to the point of being very painful making Draco hiss in pain. "So what? You can't kill me and you're trapped so come out!"

"Well actually I could kill you, but that would raise questions ... oh! You know, you did attack students so one person has every right to kill you. I only need to steal your hostage. I'm sure Draco would prefer me anyway." said the disembodied voice of one Harry Potter.

Draco's lips twitched into a smile despite the pain from the vice like grip on his arm, "No complaints there-"

"Shut it, slut." Greyback dug his nails into Draco's skin drawing blood. "As if you can take this slut from me." Draco felt sick, both at the smell of the werewolf's breath and at being called a slut.

"Do you want to know a secret, Greyback?" Harry let his runes carry his voice and the eerie chuckle after that as he held Draco's free hand. The blonde closed his fingers around the unseen hand a little startled that someone was right there. Draco silently shot Severus a look and the professor instantly understood, but even still the potion master was surprised to see Harry appear right behind Greyback. "I was meant to be in Slytherin." said Harry with his voice unfiltered ...

Everything happened so quickly ... Greyback's eyes widened as he heard the voice behind him, but as he tried to turn to see his grip loosened in his shock. Harry took advantage of that and stepped to the side as he pulled Draco hard and dragged him away from the werewolf. Severus snapped back to his senses and cast a cutting curse that sliced through the werewolf's flesh before he could dodge. Greyback just stood there as his wounds gushed blood almost stunned that that happened, but after a second he stumbled backwards and fell into the bath where he laid there motionless ...

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