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Somewhere in the hidden shadow corners of Azkaban, a dark-furred prisoner sat against the wall, his silver hair contrasting the darkness as it sparkled with the moonlight filtering through the barred window. The cool air of the splashy seas keeps him stirring as the fear-inducing creatures drifted nearby. The prisoner had his elbows on his knees, eyeing the bars that kept him from escaping alongside the chain that held him from moving more than ten feet from his bedside.
" If only... If only... The woodpecker sighs.. ." He began softly, letting his harsh raspy voice echo through the bland halls. His long nails picked a scab on his knee from being scrapped by his guards. His grey eyes narrowed as coldness seemed to seep into his arms and he shivered.
Fortunately, before those beings reached his cell, another raspy voice continued, " The bark on the tree... Was as soft as the skies..." He began coughing and the wolf's ears caught the sound of his lungs groan.
"Take a breather, man," mumbled another captive while the familiar voice of the second singer began to whimper while those things came closer. "Poor fucker..."
"As the wolf waits belooowww.... hungry and lonely... " Slowly the boys tail twitched as he felt those Dementors finally decided to fall upon him. " I'll cry to the moon... If only... If only..."
And sobs and screams filled into the night sky... As Azkaban Prisoner 217, Kyle faces the three Dementors on the fourth floor of Azkaban prison...
Lord Gareth Greengrass flipped through the paperwork, trying to find a newbie to interview. He and Lord Polaris Rosier had been arguing and in the end, Polaris had said he would find the brains while Gareth would find the brawl for the next generation of Unspeakables. He was looking through the list of Azkaban inmates but none seemed suitable.
'They're either crazy, mad, gruesome, malfunctioned or broken after staying there for long,' thought the elder man while tossing them back onto his desk and leaning back. Peeking from his pinched nose, his eyes caught a single file that was thinner than the rest and he frowned. 'What the...?'
The pile was forgotten as he pulled out that single file and skimmed through it. The picture alone caught his attention and he frowned as something in his stomach churned.
Name: Kyle NoName
Age: (incarcerate) 16, (current) 20
Race: Half Wolf
Crimes Committed:
- Mating with a werewolf
- Ignore law procedures based on The Werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637
Extra: Mate of Fenrir Greyback! An Omega who can carry a child! Use protection!
Checking the health bills and pictures, Gareth gulped at the harsh withstanding this teen had faced for four years. Apparently, the hidden reason was Minister Bagnold was hoping the capture of Fenrir Greyback's omega would bring out the alpha. Instead, the caught teen laughed at him and stated how the Alpha could always mate with someone else and never opened up any location.
Occulumency-ing a werewolf is proven to be impossible and no torturing devices could break his loyalty to his alpha. So in the end, he was left there to suffer without anyone to help. 'Insane politician jerks...' Huffed Lord Greengrass while closing the file and tossing it away. But something nagged him in his mind.
'Maybe I should visit... It is not like anyone does visit young Kyle...'
The boat ride to Azkaban was fairly disturbing and Gareth wondered if he could pay them to buy a better vehicle to go against the rocky waves. 'Maybe an engine-based motorboat... Much easier...' Soon, they reached the place and the elder man thanked the oarsman before heading straight for the reception office. It had anti-dementor wards over it and a few Patronus' patrolling the perimeter to keep them in place.
Stepping inside the warm building, he was greeted with the side of a fat lazy-looking warden with chocolate bars on his desk and wrappers littered the floor while he flipped through an adult magazine. Gareth cleared his throat sternly and watched him falter in shock of the Lord of an Ancient and Noble house.
"W-Welcome to Azkaban, L-Lord Greengrass," spluttered the fat man while fumbling with his desk items. "H-How can I help you for today?"
It was an outspoken rule that any Lord of an Ancient and Noble house may enter Azkaban unwarranted if he came for official business. So Gareth showed his Unspeakable ID and placed a finger to his lips to keep things under wraps. The warden nodded in agreement and returned to his seat while trying to hide his atrocious actions. 'I'll be sure to report him anonymously to Madam Bones...'
Entering the place, he calmly cast the Patronus charm and let his stallion white wisp drift around him, countering the cold of the Dementors. He ignored the cries from the inmates until he reached the fourth floor of Azkaban's dirty stone building. He took in each cell resident until he stopped in front of a dark-furred silver head boy.
He was skinny and gaunt, his bones sticking out, his eyes dazed. Tear stains could be seen and Gareth frowned. 'What the hell happened to him?' Fortunately for him, the neighboring inmate turned to him with an answer.
"The kid is marked by an Alpha, but had been subjected as a toy by the guards..." He rasped sadly while his cold eyes glared at Gareth. "Over and over they raped him and took away his insanity... And when the Dementors are nearby, he remembers the moment he betrays his alpha..."
"Those bastards are going against Lady Magic and Mother Nature's wishes to werewolves is just wrong," snarled another inmate. "Are you here to join, shaggy old dickhead?"
"I'm here to set him free," explained the lord sadly before sending his Patronus to the warden to permit this but keep it under wraps. "Apologies, you three... But knowing his existence won't help us..." He added while lifting his wand and cast...
" Obliviate ..."
Kyle opened his eyes to find himself in an infirmary and looked around slowly. His eyes widen insight of the rich-clothing lord by his bedside and he slowly sat up while his ears inched down in confusion. He took in his outfit, a clean set of pajama's and his injuries wrapped up. He stiffened as the man groaned and his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his brown eyes.
Taking in the former prisoner, he gave a wry smile. "Hello, Kyle. I'm Lord Gareth Greengrass of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass..."
"I-It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Greengrass," mumbled the teen while taking in his outfit and his surroundings. "W-Where... Where am I? What... Am I going to be trialed?"
Gareth dismissed his question while offering a card. It was similar to Polaris' for passing around Hogwarts graduates in hopes to find their 'Chosen One'. He waited for the boy to read it but he casually blinked owlishly before returning onto the bedside. 'Illiterate?... Well, he's definitely the brawls then...'
"So, you're offering some kind of service?" Wondered the boy while assuming things on the card while acting against his illiterate.
Gareth took a moment to consider the right choice of words before explaining, rather bluntly, "I would like you to try this program, especially for future Unspeakables... If you deem yourself worthy, your identity will remain anonymous and you will have free reign of living places, food and freedom..."
Kyle's ears perked up at the offer and his tail twitched in excitement. But his heart was wary. 'Everyone has a reason to offer me something... Unspeakables are strong Aurors, right? What do they want with me?' " A boy toy, sir? Normal witches ain't good enough for your students?"
"No!" Yelled Gareth in the rage of such assumptions. He had to take a moment and calm himself before leaning forward. "You are a strong, stubborn, powerful werewolf who I deem worthy of this position as an Unspeakable under our force. Unless you enjoy the cold life of Azkaban, I will wish you to reconsider this..."
His widen eyes sparkled in the sunlight and Kyle stared back at his lap for a moment. A life of action... but unknown by all... Sounds like an interesting job...' Eventually, he raised his eyes and fiddled with a tiny ring that remains invisible eyes to everyone. 'Fen... I hope we can meet...'
"Yes please, Lord Greengrass. I, Kyle NoName, wish to join this task force of Unspeakables and keep my identity anonymous until the bitter end, so mote it be..."
Neither commented on how much magic swirled as the Omega King was finally set free from his shackles...