The wolf and his pup

The Black family mansion

A small 'Pop' echoed through the crisp air, followed by excited giggling. Fenrir looked down at the giggling Saros in his arms. He chuckled. The werewolf looked up. He was stood in front of black gates. Fenrir stared at them for a moment before gripping one in his hand. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Fenrir hummed thoughtfully. He shifted Saros on his arms and slipped the rings onto his fingers. Fenrir gripped the gate again and gave it a light tug. It groaned in protest, but opened. Fenrir stepped through and the gates snapped shut behind him. The werewolf walked down the gravel pathway and looked around. The area around him seemed to last forever. The stone walls coiled with the area like a snake.
Saros suddenly started to whine and struggle. Throwing his tiny fists in the air and kicking his tiny feet. Fenrir watched him, stunned as he struggled not to drop the brat.
"Saros! Stop wrigglin' ya brat!" Fenrir grunted.
Saros let out a loud wail. Eventually, the boy stopped. Fenrir turned the boy in his arms and held him up.
"What in the name of Merlin-" Fenrir cut himself off and his eyes widened.
Saros's emerald eyes had sunken to a deep brown. A dull, golden swirl was encrusted into the right iris. The baby's skin was paler, and his hair was as black as night. Fenrir arched an eyebrow.
"I don' even wanna know." He said.
Fenrir held the baby close and looked up at the house.

The werewolf was met with a giant, gothic, black mansion. Fenrir stared at it.
"The Blacks are so damn gothic." Fenrir whispered.
The werewolf shook his head and walked up to the porch. Fenrir opened the door and walked into the landing. Three elves appeared with three loud 'Pop's. Fenrir looked down. Three elves, one female and two male stood either side of her, were stood in front of him, wearing pillowcases. The girl had a grey pillowcase tied tightly around her like a Toga, while the other two pillowcases were black. Saros instantly tried to get free of Fenrir's hold, grabbing down at the elves and blabbling. Fenrir quickly put him down and Saros dove at the female elf. The female elf quickly crouched down and caught the child.
"Mine! Mine!" Saros cheered, tugging on the elf's ears.
Fenrir quickly pried the baby away from the elf and held him away from her.
"A Master Black!" One of the male elves said excitedly, "We is being so glad there is being another Master Black!"
Fenrir grunted in reply, "What's your names?"
"I is being Crystal, sir." The female elf said.
"I is being Smoke, sir." The male elf on the right said.
"And I is being Comet." The male elf on the left said.
"I'm Fenrir Greyback. The guardian of Soras here 'til his godfather returns." Fenrir explained.
The three elves bowed, "Welcomes, Lord Greyback."
Fenrir grunted, he wasn't used to the 'Lord' thing yet.
"Smoke, Comet, set up the Master bedroom and a nursery. Crystal, take me to the portrait hall."
Smoke and Comet bowed again and disappeared with a snap of their fingers. Crystal turned and walked to the door on the right. She threw open the doors and stepped aside.
"Ah, thank you, Crystal. Go help Smoke and Comet." Fenrir said, stepping into the room.

The room itself was dark. The heavy, black curtains blocked the sun from seeping into the room. Portraits of the past Blacks and Loxias family hung around the room. Their motionless eyes stared at Fenrir as he lit the chandelier with a wave of Voldemort's wand. Saros stared up at the paintings curiously. He gnawed on his fingers and bounced in Fenrir's hold.
"Quit movin', pup." Fenrir grumbled, putting Voldemort's wand back in his pocket and wrapping his arms around the baby.
Saros continued to squirm and, fearing he would drop him, Fenrir set him down. Saros shot across the room. He crawled over to the paintings and slapped the wall with his tiny hands and looked up at the paintings. Fenrir walked over and stood behind the baby. Saros fell back, and Fenrir caught him and pulled him back up into his arms. Fenrir sat down in an armchair and grabbed Voldemort's wand. Saros let out an interested coo and grabbed up at the wand. Fenrir held it up and out of the baby's reach.
"You can't have this, pup." Fenrir said.
Saros whined and grabbed needily at the wand.
"No, kiddo." Fenrir sighed.
Saros pouted and gave up.
"Accio my wand." Fenrir said, pointing his lord's wand at the ceiling.