Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively

Made in his image a manikin merely to madden it?

- (1846, Dactylic Couplet by Edgar Allan Poe)

Summery:

On the eve when his was to be wed to his blushing bride Loreena, Fenrir had not a care in the world; until said world was turned upside down with the attack of a clan of werewolves. They killed the whole village, leaving alive the strong ones to join their pack. The morning he was suppose to be wed, he finds his beautiful bride torn to pieces in her bed, while he had but a bite to show his suffering; inside his heart was torn to pieces.

Years later – losing count of the years he'd spent as a werewolf…hundreds perhaps thousands -- , he happens upon a stunningly beautiful Witch, whose voice could sing away the melancholy of his past. Can he learn to love again, after years of blood spill and a fleshy thirst?

Prologue:

The village shook with the attack of wolves, their muzzles dripping red, pearly yellow teeth bared in a snarl as they tore through the flesh of their human prey. The house's (made of straw and sturdy wood) came alive with the fire at their hides, catching a passer's-by unawares with the red caress of its flames. All around the small village lay carcasses of once-humans, men and woman and children, limbs missing and blood splattered grotesquely.

Howls and growls and barks and screams and wails and gurgles of would-be screams filled the nights air, which had once been a marry place of rejoice but an hour ago. The wedding had been crashed, destroyed before it even began. "Loreena!" a blood drenched man exclaimed in a weak horror, stumbling through the mass of bodies that littered the village ground. His shoulder sported an ugly bite mark, stealing his future from him, to grow old and weary with his beloved Loreena. "Loreena! My love! Answer me!" he wailed, tears of horror stinging his eyes as he looked upon the faces who bore masks of horror, faces that he knew and loved dearly.

The wolves had all but dispersed, a few staying hidden in the tree line, watching…waiting for the right time to pick up their newly bitten comrades, though few they were. "Loreena!" they heard a wail and watched at the tall young man stumbled through the carnage that they left. They watched him disappear into a hut, whose roof was dancing with flames merrily.

There, lying on her floor was his beloved Loreena, staring unseeingly up at him with a blank expression. Her throat laid torn open, her body a mass of torn flesh. Letting out a roar or anguish, Fenrir knelt beside his beloved fiancé, cradling her head as he laid kisses upon her bloodied face. "Loreena, no!" he moaned, the rivers of his tears evident on his brown cheeks.

Before he could close the eyes of his beloved Loreena, he was dragged out of the hut by the scruff of his shirt, hearing it give a loud ts! as it ripped. Looking back at this previous location, he saw in horror as the roof collapsed, throwing the whole hut in a mass of dancing fire; it mocked him with its gay dance of merriment. "No!" he roared as he went charging into the hut, only to be knocked down onto his stomach with a pair of heavy paws standing on his back, a vicious growl humming in his ear. He growled back and attempted to fight, but the wolf bit down hard on his uninjured shoulder, causing him to let out a scream of agony as the teeth tore as his flesh.

Darkness soon reared its ugly head.

Authors Note:

Yesterday I was my first Fenrir/Hermione story, and I thought it was brilliant! It was a pair that I had never given knowledge to. So, in a bout of inspiration, I wrote my own!

Now, this is kind of AU…there is no Dark Lord, never was and never will be, there is no Light vs. Dark war going on. It's how Harry Potter would be if Voldamort wasn't an issue. Harry Potter has his parents, and Sirius is still his Godfather. He still has the scar, but it doesn't cause him pain. The Golden Trio still exist, only they are the Golden Trio for different reasons. Hermione is still a know-it-all, but not insufferable since she's not on a mission to prove she can be better than a pureblood (the whole Muggleborn prejudice isn't really big, and if someone is prejudice, they don't say anything in lue of getting their ass kicked). Dumbledore is still his kooky old self. There was no 'Chamber of Secret' and Harry is just a normal boy.

Oh, and they have a religion! They all practice Paganism (be it Wicca or Witch Craeft).

Fenrir gets changed somewhere in the 1050 B.C., and meets Hermione in present day. Think of Fenrir as Luscious from Underworld…you know? The Lycan Leader…I thought he was kinda hot.

Well…there you go! Enjoy!