The-Boy-Who-Vanquished (IV) [Chapter 346]

~~Eurostar Terminal, London~~

"I don't know, something feels wrong" Dolohov muttered while he looked around. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but something definitely felt wrong here. The people could be seen milling around, waiting for their trains to arrive, but the looks on their faces felt kind of lackluster. It felt like they were simply following through the motions, but maybe, Muggles were just like that.

"Pray tell me what you feel wrong?" Fenrir growled as he glared at the man. He never liked Dolohov and the man had been mocking him in front of his pack just before they entered the subway, but now he was singing another song?

"I don't know… It's just a feeling" Dolohov muttered in an absentminded tone as he was busy trying to uncover why he was feeling like something was amiss. He knew that he didn't know much about Muggles, but he had been killing them for years. This was the first time he went out for an attack since he went to Azkaban, but he was sure that the Muggles couldn't have changed so much within the last decade.

He could swear that they felt a lot more animated before he went to Azkaban. Even the people he saw milling outside the subway looked even more animated and why wasn't anyone entering the station? They were the only ones who entered the station since they arrived outside. He didn't see anyone else entering the station along with them and with how busy this place was supposed to be, he found that really odd.

It was true that the station was packed with people and they could be seen milling around, but none of them were leaving and it had been ten minutes since they arrived here, but there were no signs of a train… He could be wrong about the trains since he didn't know anything about the timing, but what about the rest?

"Take that feeling of yours and shove it up your ass!" Fenrir snarled while glaring at him. Dolohov could tell that the werewolf was getting impatient for whatever reason. "If you want, you are free to leave. I am sure that the Dark Lord would be interested to know why you decided to leave" Fenrir said in a mocking tone and Dolohov realized that he shouldn't have mocked him outside the station.

The werewolf had decided to make their pissing contest personal…

"You are the leader, so why don't you give the order?" Unable to provide a valid reason to call off the attack, Dolohov decided to dismiss the feeling. There was nothing he could do and he didn't want to be the one to explain to the Dark Lord why he chose to retreat, leaving the werewolves on their own.

"Good, you know who is in charge…" Fenrir growled menacingly. Even he could feel something was wrong, but retreat was not an option and he didn't want to agree with Dolohov in front of his pack. The man had mocked him in front of his pack and Fenrir had to show them that he was still the alpha. That was why he had to dismiss the man's concerns even though he was getting the same gut feeling.

It was something wired into his nature… It was simply impossible for him to let someone humiliate him in front of his pack and let it pass. That was why he always went to meet the Dark Lord on his own…

Fenrir glanced at his pack members. "I want all of you to spread out and cut off the exits while-" Fenrir paused and glanced toward the Death Eaters "-you will attack from the front" Fenrir explained, making Dolhov frown.

"Wouldn't it be better for your werewolves to attack from the front? Our task is not to kill all of them but to spread chaos and terror. If they saw werewolves charging at them then they would be freaking out of their minds" Dolohov questioned with a confused look on his face.

"Do what you are told, Dolohov or the Dark Lord is not going to be happy with you" Fenrir growled at the man while glaring as hard as he could… He started to wonder if he could rip out his throat from here since the two of them were standing really close. Maybe, remind the man who was in charge, but the Dark Lord wouldn't be happy if he did that.

"Fine!" Dolohov growled in anger and signaled the Death Eaters to move. He didn't know what the werewolf was planning, but he had his orders and he didn't want to displease the Dark Lord.

Meanwhile, Fenrir stared at Dolohov's retreating back before he got busy, There was a reason why he wanted his men posted at the exits. There might be a chance that something might go wrong and if that happened, he needed his pack to be able to escape. He wanted to leave the other half of his pack out of the attack, but the Dark Lord wanted him to bring his whole pack.

Fenrir growled menacingly before he decided to join the Death Eaters for the frontal attack along with a few of his elites…

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"Looks like they are about to start" Rachel called out loudly as she stared at the station from over the ceiling. She could see a group of Death Eaters heading toward the crowd with their Wands drawn out and Fenrir Greyback was there with them, who was already starting to shift. Rachel was amazed by the beast. How he could transform without the moon was simply beyond her.

"When I give the single, close the exits and raise the Wards" Rachel ordered loudly and her men rushed out to relay the orders.

"Let me take care of Dolohov and the beast" Rachel felt goosebumps when she heard the voice. She didn't even need to look to know who it was… Gellert Grindelwald was practically beaming with excitement and she could feel it from here. Gellert Grindelwald was the man who brought the continent down to its knees and he would have won if it was not for Dumbledore. 

Rachel decided not to say anything, but she already knew that nobody was going to get in his way… 

The screams were the first sign that the attack had finally begun, but Rachel didn't give the signal since she decided to wait for the attackers to lose themselves in the massacre. People started to scream and run away, but they were simply being controlled by the members of Royal Mages and Lost Garden. Blood, limbs, and organs started to splatter around when Fenrir and the other werewolves tore into the crowd.

People started to run toward the exits, but more werewolves entered the fray and started to butcher everything in their sight. Fenrir wasn't the only one who was transformed, most of the werewolves were transformed and Rachel couldn't help but stare at them in disgust as they started to feast on people. Fenrir and his pack were a horrible blight on this world and they needed to be removed.

"Do it!" Rachel finally gave them order and her men turned on the Wards while they also closed all the exits. The attack stopped as expected… They must have felt the Wards go up. Without wasting any time, the Aurors poured out of the corners since they didn't want to miss the chance. The members of Lost Garden also jumped into the fray with Gellert leading the attack. 

Rachel decided to stay on the roof and guide the surviving prisoners out of the fray as their job was done and now they were simply going to be distractions to the Aurors and the members of Lost Garden…

Meanwhile, Gellert who just landed on his feet flicked his Wand and beheaded one of the werewolves. Everyone stopped around him, but he paid them no mind… His gaze was focused on two figures. Dolohov and Fenrir… "Entertain me!" Gellert called out and flicked his Wand upward, casting a Blasting Hex at Fenrir while Dolohov cast a Cutting Charm at Gellert followed by a Gouging Curse without wasting any time.

He knew that Grindelwald was probably beyond his abilities, but he had to try… After all, he simply wasn't going to lie down and die. A Death Eater cast a Killing Curse at Gellert from the side and Gellert simply flicked his free hand and summoned a nearby werewolf in the way while he batted away the Spells with the tip of his Wand at the Death Eater who dared to cast the Killing Curse at him.

The Death Eater managed to block the Cutting Curse but lost the front of his chest to the Gouging Curse with a look of disbelief on his face. "Come on, beast! Show me what you can do!" Gellert mocked as he snapped a flame whip at the said werewolf. Fenrir managed to dodge the whip, but not completely. He hissed in pain as he felt a burning sensation on his shin.

"Don't ignore me!!" Dolohov snarled in rage and attacked Gellert in reckless abandon while the pale man simply smiled…

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