Bill Weasley Fenrir Greyback Novels & Stories

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said

His face, his throat, his hands. His hair was dark and pulled back. His eyes were pale gray and cold. Full beard with patches of white. Those eyes locked onto me and didn't move. I took a step back and my hip hit the table. My father was talking. Greeting him. I couldn't hear it over the rushing in my ears. Fenris didn't look at my father. Didn't acknowledge anyone else. Just stared at me. Then he took a step forward. Every instinct I had started screaming. Till he looked at me and said;

To stop my father from making the royal announcement on who was to be his heir. The woman in my arms moved and I inhaled sharply, the soft whimper she exhaled snapping even Igor from his rant with Hagrid as he sauntered over to peer at her prone porcelain face, the wild curls of her flaming red hair falling limply around her face, matted with blood. My blood. “What the hell happened back there?” He hissed, his black pea eyes beading with frustration as he curled his lips, kicking the discarded tin of a helmet that lay at his feet so that the metal went skittering noisily into the shadows.

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.