Chapter 259: Speak to me

Chapter 259: Speak to me

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 259: Speak to me

Fenrir jolted when he realized what was happening and tried to distance himself from Harry. In his current state, he was more like a wild animal, guided by its instincts. And right now, those instincts were telling him to get away from the threat.

"He's transfiguring his body before he can do any damage. How can he do it so quickly?" Lyra asked, her voice trembling.

"It's not just fast...he's doing it under the pressure of having a monster like that just inches away, ready to rip him apart. Transfiguration requires complete focus...otherwise, it wouldn't work at all," Daphne added, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration.

"Human transfiguration sounds very scary...to change someone's body with just a touch," said Neville, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It is, but it has many downsides. Compared to the many deadly curses one can use from afar, this type of magic requires one to be right next to the target," Lily explained. "I don't think there are many wizards out there who would dare to stand that close to a werewolf to use transfiguration. You would need to have absolute confidence in your skills to even attempt something like that."

"Right...I wouldn't want to get close either," Neville agreed, shuddering.

Harry walked toward the retreating Fenrir. "There is no escape from this room..."

The werewolf scrambled away from him, fear clear in its previously fierce eyes.

Harry frowned at the sight. "I wanted to make you suffer more than the rest since you were the one in charge, but right now...you are nothing but a scared beast. You can't even talk, can you?... I mean, even if you had a mouth."

Fenrir got to his feet, turned around, and started running away from Harry.

He used Apparition to get in the beast's path and hit him again with his staff.

Fenrir's legs started to shrink until they disappeared from view, and he tumbled down, but the beast continued to move, using the stumps of his arms to push his body around.

"I need to have a word with this man." He pointed at Fenrir.

"I don't think he is going to talk much without the head," Lyra pointed out.

"Oh, you are going to use that thingy?" Luna asked.

"Yes, I will use that 'thingy'." Harry answered.

"What thingy?" Lyra didn't understand anything, as usual.

"Just wait for me outside, I'll be there in a moment," Harry insisted.

Lily knew him well enough to know he didn't want them to see what he was going to do next. "Okay, come on children. Let's go out. This is no place to stay anyway..." There were corpses and blood everywhere. She was already surprised by the fact that her daughter and the rest were not freaking out more.

The only one who reacted in a more normal way was Neville.

"Bleeegh!"

"Ahh! My dress!" Ginny jumped away.

"Your dress is half burnt anyways." Luna reminded her.

"Gross..." Astoria moved quickly to the exit.

"Mom! Help me bring Neville out before he gets more sick," Lyra requested.

"Just close your eyes, Neville. Come on, grab my hand," Lily said.

Once they were all out, Harry approached the remains of Fenrir.

"Speak to me...Fenrir Greyback."

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