GREYBACK, fabian harrison

[fabian harrison greyback]

FABIANHARRISONGREYBACK



POTIONS PROFESSOR - RAVENCLAW - 20 - ZAC EFRON

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“hey, what's up? i'm fabian greyback. whoa- a greyback? like, a descendant of fenrir greyback? the guy who wants to overthrow wizards? umm, yeah, unfortunately that's my dad. my biological dad. yeah, i'll admit this, if it bothered me so much i would've changed my last name. i just don't really talk about him. what does this mean? i get a lot of hate. apparently, my dad was this nasty fellow during the war. he's a werewolf, and he attacks people on purpose and even when it's not around the full moon. it's pretty brutal, actually. it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. thank goodness he's locked up in azkaban right now. i really do hate the idea of hurting people and it's pretty inhumane. i know werewolves are dehumanized a lot, even after kingsley shacklebolt tried bending and breaking the preconceived notions, but it doesn't help at all if you go against them.

“right, about me. well, fenrir knocked up my mom but after i was born he took me up as a son. he knew i'd be a werewolf, and wanted to “train” me right. when i was five though, he got sent back in to azkaban and low and behold, i was parentless. i wasn't quite sure what to do, and the habits i'd been taught weren't exactly what a normal five year old would behave like. i stayed with fenrir's pack for awhile, but then they dumped me in a small town after i became a pest and asked too many questions as a curious boy. i was taken in by this extremely kind family, but ended up murdering them all at the next full moon. it made me depressed. i felt so guilty, there aren't really words for it. i just remember feeling like a monster and asking why i had to be that way. i- i just didn't understand.

“i wandered for awhile. i knew how to hunt. i avoided people. i remember coming across a girl my age once in the forest. she was hiking with her family. i skiddadled away after she said “hi,” and i cried that afternoon. i relived the pain i went through after i realized i had killed that family. -bites lip- sorry, i, uh, after that i continued living on my own. the transformations were painful. when i was eight things changed. someone had found my camp and taken me to their house. they questioned me when i woke up, there was no running. as it turns out, they were a wizard. i tried getting out of there, but the made me explain my story. it had been my first human contact in awhile. i didn't have words to form what i wanted to say. i eventually got across that i was a werewolf and had been living on my own, and i immediately thought that the man would throw me out that very minute, but he didn't. he pitied me, and he wanted to help me. it started with the wolfsbane potion. the next full moon was right around the corner, and it just made everything so much better. yeah, i still turned into a wolf, but it wasn't as painful. i didn't run around town like a maniac. i was really appreciative.

“this wizard, his name is harrison. that's where i get my middle name. he and his wife took care of me. it took me awhile to trust him, but he brought me up to speed. i really didn't know why he was doing this for me. opening his home, purchasing wolfsbane to help me with my transformation. but it really boosted my ego. i still don't know why he helped me, but he made me feel good about myself. and i really needed that at the time. harrison didn't have any other children, and was excited for me to attend hogwarts. i did get a letter. i don't really remember that era very well because it was really just a rush. it was magical, but a rush. i barely even remember getting my wand, and i know that's some people's most precious memory! it's crazy.

“my hogwarts experience was interesting. i found out i had siblings. that was a little weird. i made some friends, and some of them were really weird kids. some people just didn't accept a ravenclaw werewolf. they thought i was the weird one. some people just didn't care, and i appreciated that, because i'm really not that different. i was studious. i loved potions. i loved quidditch. compare me to a modern athletic ravenclaw? go for it, i'm not that strange, i promise. i managed to have a few girlfriends, i mean, look at me. -grins- potions turned out to be my best subject and i actually made a breakthrough to help werewolves. i got ministry recognition and everything. it was all over the papers, and i was only seventeen. it didn't exactly clear my father's name, but i had high respect in some sorts, and i proved to be a talented potioneer. a few years later, slughorn wanted to retire and because of my great achievement i was given the job. parents were notified, and since most understood i was a credible teacher and had in fact invented a potion that would make me less dangerous- it was okay. there were some parents who argued, but every teacher gets argued against really. it wasn't enough to not get me the job. this is my first year teaching here, and i'm hoping for the best.”

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ALIAS: kate
AGE: sixteen
TIMEZONE: pacific
EXPERIENCE: not long