"Wow…I mean just…wow Aunt Lily. This place is huge," Emma said with eyes the size of saucers plates, looking around her new bedroom. This was where she was going to live when not at school? She still couldn't wrap mind around it, it was all too much. The room was roughly the size of the room she shared with five other girls at Hogwarts. It had warm and inviting colors that made her feel instantly at ease. An elegant dresser with a vanity was on one side of the room. On the other side was a desk, with a large bookshelf next to it. Her room had its own private bathroom. Then she saw the closet and her jaw dropped. Emma looked at Lily questioningly. Her Aunt shrugged, and mouthed go for it. Lily laughed at the girly shriek coming from the walk-in closet. If she had to hazard a guess, it would be that her son had gotten an early start on spoiling Emma.

"I'll out grow out of them long before I could possibly ever wear everything in here." Emma said walking out of the closet with her jaw still dragging on the floor.

"But you're going to give it a noble effort all the same?" Lily giggled out as she closed Emma's mouth for her.

"Well duh." Emma answered as she rolled her eyes. Lily wrapped her arm around her niece's neck and directed her attention to a new monogrammed trunk at the foot of the bed.

"Harry's not very subtle is he?" Lily asked and Emma gaped again as she read the name EMMA POTTER on the trunk.

"Really?" Emma asked with a shocked look on her face. She could honestly say she wasn't expecting this.

"If that is your wish sweetie, I haven't gotten a chance to ask you that yet. There are many advantages that come with from having a Noble Family's name and also many responsibilities as well. If you don't want to, I completely understand." Lily told her. She didn't want Emma to feel that she was obligated to, even if she desperately wanted Emma to take the name Potter. Emma already had her own identity and she didn't want to make her choose.

"Well, seeing as I already think of Harry as a brother anyway. Plus my birth dad and brother are as dead to me as I am to them. Mum predicted this, and I can't think of anyone I would want to teach me how to be a woman that you Aunt Lily." Emma told her with complete clarity of heart and mind.

"So that's a yes?" Lily asked with a beaming smile. Emma nodded her head and hugged her Aunt tightly. They stood that way for awhile. Emma resting her head on Lily chest, and Lily resting her head on Emma's head, both of them forming a bond that they should have had long ago. Lily lifted Emma head so she was looking at her.

"We remember the past, but we don't dwell in it. We may not be Potter women by blood, but we are in spirit. We not only choose our destiny, but we make it happen. Because?"

"We're Potter women, and we'll hang anyone's bits from the tallest tower if they say otherwise." Emma answered with pride, conviction, and a little bit og cheek. Lily couldn't help but laugh at that. At the very least she has left an impression on Emma.

"Well, there are something's that I have to take care of. I'll leave you to get settled in. Then come down and we'll make some lunch. Cissy, Charlie, and Adam should be here by then." Lily told Emma as she headed for the door. Emma took a mental note that Adam was coming and the way her Aunt said his name meant for her to remember their conversation over hot chocolate. He was just as much a victim as her, but it was hard to get past that he use to bully her. She was ashamed of what she had almost done to him, and she had promised herself to give him a chance.

"Sure thing Aunt Lils." Emma answered with Sirius's pet mane for her. She looked back at Emma and gave her an approving wink, before walking out the door. Emma looked to the comfortable looking four poster bed, and wondered just how high she could bounce on it.

"This bed is awesome!" Lily heard coming from Emma's room as she made her way downstairs shaking her head, and grinning all the way. Remus was coming through the fireplace just as she entered the room.

"How'd it go?" Lily asked hopefully.

"Dora got enough from Umbridge to evoke the Right of Satisfaction. Her vault and home are being raided as we speak. Anyone we don't get tonight will be far from safe. I suspect the Minister will use that knowledge gained from the raid to his political advantage." Remus told her, and was happy to be able to give his long time friend some good news.

"As will we if the need occurs."

"By Saturday she will be Officially Emma Potter in name, blood, and magic. The Minister was very helpful on that matter. I suspect that he'll be calling in that favor as some time, but for now everything is golden Lily," Remus said to her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. At that moment he looked very tired. She suspected the reason why, but she let him decide when he was ready to talk about it. Of course that didn't mean that she couldn't nudge him in the right direction.

"I was about to make our lunch. Care to keep me company while I do?" Lily asked as she curled her arm around his arm and gently guided him in the direction of the kitchen. Remus smiled at the subtle and delicate way she could give an order, but you would obey thinking it was your choice all along. This time his smile did meet his eyes. He bent down and softly kissed her cheek in thanks.

He decided to tell her. Lily's counsel always got through to him when all others failed. A fact that he never truly thanked her for and one he planned on remedying soon. He would hate to think where he, Harry, and Sirius would have ended up without her there to show them the way.

So they talked and prepared lunch together. Lily had found that when the boys were busy with a task, they were more honest, and open to suggestion. She gave him insight into the working of a hormonal pregnant woman's thought's and heart. She also explained the fact that a woman's first love would always have special place in her heart, but that Tonks chose him for a reason. She just needed time to wrap her mind around the whole Narcissa/ Charlie development. By the time Emma walked into the room he was feeling much better.

"Can I help Aunt Lils?" Emma asked after she was introduced to her new Uncle Moony.

"Sure can sweetie." Lily answered over her shoulder. She put Emma to the task of going to the garden to get some fresh vegetables. After getting a basket and direction she headed off. She saw the Quidditch Pitch and gasped. It was all the boys in her year ever talked about. Harry promised to teach her how to fly. She started to wonder where he was and what he was doing; hopefully he wasn't getting into too much trouble. As she went to work gathering what she needed from the garden, she thought about how she could ever pay him back for everything he had done for her.

"EMMMMMMIIIIIIEEEEE!" Was the sound she heard coming at her. She stood up to see what was making the noise. She saw Adam running at her with a wild look in his eyes and his arms spread wide. Emma froze and braced for the worst.

Adam wrapped her up in a huge hug and spun her around with such speed that her feet never touched the ground. The contents of her basket went flying in every direction. Once the spinning stopped Adam proceeded to bounce up and down with her still trapped in his vice grip hug repeating Emmie over and over again. She went from dizzy to nauseous in about ten seconds. Thankfully he stopped before she lost her breakfast.

"Howareyou?Imissedyousomuch!Haveyoumissedme?Doyoulikeyournewschool?Haveyoumadeanynewfriends?Ireallyreallymis-" Came out of Adams mouth so fast that she didn't know where one question lead off and the other began. They had told her that he had the mind of a six year old, but until that moment she didn't really believe it. She feared that if she didn't stop him his head would explode.

"Stop... Stop... STOP! Okay, now breath…good." Emma directed in what she hoped a commanding voice. Adam did as he was told, but was still bouncing on his toes. "Sit!" She commanded and he dropped on his bum on the very spot that she was pointing too. This was all too weird for her. She closed her eyes and took a moment to center herself before dealing with him. This was the boy that she first met when she went to the Orphanage, not the one who picked on her. To still hate him now would be very petty. Her aunt was right, she had to let go of the past, and make her own future.

"Adam! You need to calm down. We're going to have all day to re-get-to-know each other okay. Now, why don't you help me pick up all these vegetables that got thrown everywhere? Aunt Lily is making lunch and I promised to help." Emma told him after she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Can I help too? I promise to be good." Adam asked as he crawled around picking up vegetables. He was humming a happy tune that she hadn't heard in years.

"Sure can. Oh, my name is now Emma Potter. I've finally got a family!" Now it was Emma that was bouncing on her toes. Adam jumped up and joined her.

"Me too! Ms. Black asked me if I wanted to live with her. Do you think I should call her Mum?"

"I bet she would love it. Adam Black? Yea, it suit's you." Emma rubbed the top of his head playfully.

"Emma Potter? Yep, I like it!"

"By looking at the place…" Fred started.

"You wouldn't think it…" George continued.

"Was the home of a…"

"Homicidal lunatic." They finished together, as they looked around Carrow Estate. Harry looked over his shoulder as they walked up to him, and then once again looked up at the sky.

"You boys bring your bag of tricks?" Harry asked casually as he kept his attention to the sky. The brother's looked up to see what he was looking at, when they saw nothing they just shrugged it off.

"Yep, where do you want us to set up?" Fred asked as he started to walk in front of him. Harry grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

"Trust me; you don't want to step there." Harry warned. Fred and George looked down to see that the ground rippled like water. "That's just a precaution, sometimes I miss." He elaborated with an eye brow wiggle.

"Hey, what's that thing?" George asked when he was something falling out of the sky.

"Who would be more accurate, but just barely?" Harry corrected him as the brothers stepped back. Harry waved his wand the falling object stopped just inches from going through his Dimensional Portal. A green faced upside down Dolores Umbridge wrapped tightly in her own robes, looked like she was about to burst.

"Mercy…no more, have you no decency." Umbridge begged in a raspy voice. Harry dropped to his knee and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him. His facial features showed many things, but mercy was not one of them.

"Did you show all those students mercy while you made them carve your stupid words in their flesh? No, didn't think so. You robbed my Aunt of her daughter, and my cousin of a proper childhood! You sent an assassin to kill my mum's only sister! You knew Emma was related to us and you positioned yourself to steal from our vaults! YOU WANTED TO TURN EMMA INTO SOME DAMN SEX SLAVE! YOU HAVE DRAWN BLOOD AGAINST MY HOUSE TIME AND TIME AGAIN! WHAT YOU THINK YOU CAN SAY OOPS, MY BAD AND GET TO WALK AWAY BITCH!" Harry yelled with his fangs bared. He stepped back and casted a Bubblehead Charm on her. He released the Levitating Charm and gravity pulled her through the Dimensional Portal. He let her fall through it three more times before he stopped her decent. It was a good thing too, because she was picking up quite a bit of velocity.

"Okay that's just gross," Fred said as he saw what must have been the woman's breakfast lined the inside of the bubble around her head.

"But brilliant." Added George bent over and laughing. Harry canceled the Bubblehead Charm. Dolores's face and hair were covered in her vomit. Fred and George stepped back for fear of losing their own breakfast from the smell. Duncan popped next to Harry and handed him a very official looking document. He read it over before smiling broadly. When his eyes landed on Umbridge they were void of anything that could be mistaken for compassion. When he spoke his words and voice were cold as ice.

"I, Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the most Accent and Noble House of Potter, with the full authorization of the Ministry of Magic do here by now pass judgment on one Dolores Jane Umbridge for crimes against the House of Potter."

"No" Umbridge whimpered as she shook her head side to side in hopes that she would wake up from this nightmare. How could this be happening to her? How could everything have just fallen apart? This wasn't how it was suppose to end. Did all her years of loyal service to the Ministry mean nothing?

"Fred and George Weasley are present at time of sentencing. Do you act as witnesses to the sentencing of the criminal?" Harry said in a dry formal voice that reeked of the power and the authority of his station.

"We do," They said together.

"Dolores Jane Umbridge you have been found guilty of Child Abduction, Abuse, Torture, Extortion, Fraud, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, and Attempted Enslavement of an Innocent Child. A slave you wanted, and so a slave you shall be. I sentence you for the remained of your life to be banished to the Goblin Mines of Digoran. May you find no merciful end, for you deserve none. Duncan please take this rancid thing from my sight."

"Yes my Lord, it will give me the greatest of pleasures." Duncan said with a bow and a look that said Harry's father would have been proud of him. He grabbed Umbridge and popped away.

"Remind me to never really piss you off mate." Fred joked.

"I still owe you for that two hour lecture you dad gave me last night…mates." Harry said with a cocked brow. Fred and George pointed to the other with a fake innocent look. Harry shook his head and laughed. He handed the map of the grounds and the locations and list of their products were to be placed.

"I have a few errands to run before I check in on Mum and Emma. I should be back in an hour or two. Don't completely destroy the place while I'm gone." Harry told them. Fred and George gave him a two finger salute. Harry returned the salute and then hopped on the rippling section of grass and disappeared into it.

"We need to get him to teach us that." Fred told George in an approving manner. His brother nodded his head in agreement as they headed off to set up. Those slavers were in for the worst night of their lives.

Ginny had skipped lunch because Harry told her he had a surprise for her, she was now pacing alone in the Marauders Lair. She was anxious to hear what happened with Umbridge; they had so little prep time before the evil woman showed up. She also had to tell him that McGonagall was on their side. But most of all she wanted to know if he was alright. To say that last night was intense would be an understatement.

She felt a familiar strong arm snake around her waist and pull her back against a firm muscular chest. Warm, exciting to the flesh, breath cascaded down her exposed neck, a shiver ran the length of her spine as soft lips traveled up her sensitive skin until her lobe was sucked in a warm mouth. Her arm reached up on its own accord to the back of his neck and she pulled him closer. She moaned out as she wished that this moment would last forever.

"Did you miss me?" Harry whispered in her ear in a husky voice that made her knees want to buckle. And he said she didn't play fair. Cocky Git

"Shhh Neville, Harry might hear you." Ginny teased. Harry spun her around and wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. His predator eyes were back and his fangs visible for a brief second before he regained control. His eyes then narrowed to a thin slit.

"You're going to pay for that one Tease." He warned in a playful voice.

"Ooooh, does that mean I'm going to get spanked?" She challenged. Smack! "Ouch! That was a rhetorical question Git." She chastised him in mock outrage. The truth was that she liked it a little. He has slapped her only enough to sting a little, and the stimulation defiantly sparked her arousal. Then again, just about everything he did seemed to do that. Bloody heat cycle!

"You know Nympy told me that today also." Harry told her and he seemed very amused with himself.

"What did you do?" Ginny asked with a raised brow. She knew that look, and it was never good. When he purposely avoided eye contact, and his grin got bigger her fears were confirmed. "HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Ginny yelled in her best Lily impression, and took satisfaction when he jumped.

"Okay, that was seriously creepy. I really don't need you to start channeling my mum."

"I'm waiting." Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping her foot on the floor. She made it quite clear that she wasn't dropping the subject. Harry rolled his eyes and mumbled Freakin Redheads.

"I kind of made Umbridge shit herself." Harry confessed and waited for the lecture, or gasp of shock he always got from his mum. What he got was hysterical laughing. Ginny was bent over holding her stomach, and gasping for air in between giggling fits.

"Please…tell me…you have…the memory." Ginny managed to get out. Harry pulled the vial out with a grin, and handed it to her.

"Feel free to show it to all the Marauders." Harry suggested, and got a thumb up since Ginny still couldn't stop her giggling. It took awhile but she eventually pulled herself together.

"Are you going to tell me the real reason you're here?" Ginny asked and saw something flash in his eyes for a second before he replaced it with his sly grin.

"The next couple of days are going to be hectic. I just wanted to see you before I have to deal with all that. Plus I wanted to thank you." Harry added in the end as an afterthought.

"For what?"

"Keeping me sane last night, and for helping buy mum and Emma the time they needed to say goodbye. For…everything." Ginny stepped up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until their noses touched. Looking in his eyes she could see his walls were gone. He was letting her completely in now.

"You're welcome," She whispered and gave him a gentle kiss before she pulled back and continued, "But that's not everything is it?" Her eyes probed into his and he knew avoiding the question was no longer an option. He took a much needed breathe to center himself.

"We're going after them tonight." He told her and she felt a twinge of fear settle in. She knew he was more than capable, and she knew that this was something he had to do; he could no sooner not go than to not breathe. It was who he was, and one of the things she loved most about him. It was also one of the things that also scared the living shite out of her about him

"It's going to get bad, isn't it?" Ginny couldn't keep her dread hidden when she spoke. Her heart was starting to beat really fast now, and not in the good way he usually made it do.

"You know there are no guaranties in battle, but we're working with the Auror's on this one. So it should be pretty cut and dry." Harry tried to reassure her. He could see her running a hundred different scenario's in her mind as she looked at him. Her eyes were screaming don't go, but he knew those soft sexy lips of hers would never ask that question. She got him.

"Don't be reckless, and…"Ginny stopped herself from telling him to come back to her. That's not what he needed right now. Instead she decided to give him a reason to come back safe and whole. She pulled his handsome face to hers and gave him a kiss that told him everything she couldn't put into words. He returned the gesture with equal passion. A tear ran down her cheek at what he was conveying to her as well. She quickly wiped it away before they broke apart.

"You sent for me M'lord?" Healer Daumaz asked as she took a knee at Voldemort's feet. It was never good to be summoned for a private meeting with the Dark Lord. The article in the Daily Prophet about poor Lucius being killed by Muggles only brought more shame to their noble cause. It was bad enough that lesser Half-bloods, and Muggle-borns were cursing all known followers every time they ventured out in public, but to have an Inner-Circle member executed without the honor of a Wizards death was just scandalous. The Cause and their Dark Lord had taken too many hits in the public eye of late. A show of power must be demonstrated and soon.

"Yes Jordan, I want a report on Bella's health." Voldemort asked in his usual raspy voice that often made her skin crawl. She breathed easy for luck was smiling down on her. She had the luxury of giving him good news.

"I'm pleased to report that she will be fit for full duty by the end of the week M'lord." She boasted of her superior skills and fought the urge to suggest he test Bellatrix. It was common knowledge that he and Lestrange had a more intimate relationship. Voldemort must have read her mind for his next question concerned just that.

"I'm more concerned if she still has the ability to conceive and carry a healthy baby, and a boy the child must be." Healer Daumaz's eyes widened at his question. She swallowed hard before answering.

"M'lord, I was not aware that you wished to procreate with Bellatrix?" She asked in shock and instantly regretted her assumption. Her Dark Lords eyes drew cold and by simply moving his index finger in a sideway direction he cut her. She instantly cried out as the right side of her Healer robe ripped open and stained with the blood of her right breast. "Forgive me M'lord. I forgot my place." She begged as she applied pressure to her wound.

"Fail to answer my question and I will make them a matching pair." He hissed out and smiled. The woman didn't hide her fear all that well.

"Yes M'lord! She is capable of conceiving, of that I am certain. Her womb took considerable damage from the curse Potter hit her with. Pregnancy would be very imprudent at this time, and could prove fatal to both mother and child." She told him and prayed he didn't punish her further. A moment later she screamed and cupped her bleeding left breast. Voldemort chuckled at his work with amusement.

"You have to the end of the week to fix that problem Daumaz. Bella will bare a Pure-blooded son. If you succeed, I will return your breasts to their former glory. Fail me and no man will ever want to even look at them again." Voldemort's ultimatum was final, and he felt that he had given her the proper motivation to complete her assigned task.

"Your will shall be done M'lord." Healer Daumaz whimpered.

"See that it does. Now, leave my sight before you start bleeding on my floor." He snapped her dismissal. Personally he would have preferred Narcissa to be the one to bare the child. That would free up Bella for other thing. There were only two Pure-blooded Witches that carried the Black blood that he considered worthy of the task to reclaim the title of Lord Black.

True Draco did have Black blood in his veins, but that was only half the equation now wasn't it. He needed the child to also have the blood of another Noble House in him as well. The current Noble Lords would be eliminated of course. Bella being the child's mother, and because of her blood status would have control of the Houses and all their votes. She was a much more worthy Noble Lady than the current one, not that he didn't have plans for that one also.

"Y-Yes M'lord." She answered and quickly made for the door. A man with dead eyes of pure white and hair to match passed her as she did. He licked his lips at her condition, and ran two fingers lazily across her bloody breast to collect the sweet warn red nectar. She shuddered at his cold touch and ran from the room in haste.

"Yummy" The man with white eyes said after he stuck his fingers into his mouth and suck every last bit of blood off them. Voldemort growled at the lack of respect. If it weren't for his contacts in the underworld he would have taken much pleasure in torturing him. "It's been awhile since I've had Witches blood."

"I demand a more respectful greeting Kassar. You have better have what I require." Voldemort hissed. The vampire needed to be reminded of who he was. He sent a wandless Blasting Curse at the old vampire. One second he was there and the next one of his Death Eaters was in front of him with a look of complete horror. His chest exploded from the power of the curse.

Voldemort had misjudged the vampire. To grab one of his own men from across the room and use him as a human shield in the blink of an eye was no small task for even a seasoned vampire. This one must have been very old indeed.

"A word of advice fledgling, don't over wind your toys. This one is now broken." Kassar mocked Voldemort in his own Throne Room. He tossed what remained of the Death Eater to the side as if it was a ragdoll. "An Alliance is not the same thing as servitude boy. You would do well to remember that. True respect is earned, and as of now you don't have mine. You may be immortal Wizard, but so am I. Put a century or two under your belt then we'll talk."

"Point taken, but it would be wise to be mindful of my magic Lord Kassar. What I lack in age, I overwhelm in raw power." Voldemort decided to be diplomatic, but still volleyed a threat at the vampire. For now he needed the support of his vampire Clan. Once Britain was under his control he would show the vampires their place in his new world.

"Immortal you may be Lord Voldemort, but your body is still as frail as any human, but that is not here or there. We have business to conclude. Sending only one of your Inner Circle to acquire the blood of an Ancient was foolish. That he killed two of my clan to achieve that goal was idiotic." Kassar stressed the point that forever was a long time with a crippled body. Voldemort was now recognizing him as an equal so he could now negotiate with the Wizard.

"Where is he now?"

"We used him to replenish our number as per the Treaty you made with my Clan. If you wish to have your treasure, I require another body to replenish my clan's numbers."

"I assume you have someone in mind?" Voldemort asked with curiosity and concern.

"You would be correct in that assumption. Fear not the individual that I require in not one of yours, but one of yours does have possession of the one I want."

Just as dusk enveloped the grounds of Hogwarts, Fury and Hellcat entered the Forbidden Forest. They had both decided after the Marauders Meeting that Ginny needed to start becoming more in tune with Fury. Seeing as she needed to keep Fury as far away from Shadow as possible. At least until she was out of heat. Hellcat was the most logical choice to help her. Plus it would keep her mind off of what Harry and several members of her family were doing tonight.

Fred and George weren't a surprise, but Charlie was now in the mix. She didn't even know he was back in the country. When she found out that Harry's Aunt Cissy freed her dad's mind she was ecstatic. It was followed by pure unbound rage at Dumbledore. The list of the man's crimes against her family just kept growing.

For all the man has done to her family, she was sure he had done far worse to Harry's. She had discussed this with Daphne, and she in turn shared her observations as well. The conclusion they reached was that Harry was keeping the worst of it from them. Not out of malice, or that he didn't trust them, but because it was too personal to properly put in words. When he was ready he would tell her, so until that day she would have to be patient.

"You're in the Forbidden Forest girl. Keep your head in the game or become the hunted, not the hunter." Daphne hissed in her Lynx form, and Ginny shook her thought out of her mind. They were here for a reason, and with luck it would help her to stop dwelling on things she had no control over.

"Sorry Hellcat, I'll do better."

"Sorry won't keep us alive in here. I'm worried about him too, but we need to keep our focus on the here and now. It's a full moon tonight after all. Don't worry; we'll stay away from their territory, but occasionally they wander, best to keep our wits about us." Hellcat chastised Fury, which was comical to the unknowing eye since Fury was six times bigger than Hellcat.

"The werewolves have their own territory in here?" Ginny was shocked by that, but mentally slapped herself. Just how often did she think about the world that existed outside her own? It was a common problem within the Wizarding World. It was no wonder that Tom was able to turn so many magical Creatures to his side. They were not as bad as Umbridge, but they needed to get their heads out of their arse before it was too late.

"All the creatures that live in this forest have their own territory. It's a delicate balance that keeps the peace in here, so be respectful of who we come across. They have their own society and laws in here. We're the visitors here, and one creature can become a heard in the blink of an eye."

"Got it, just never gave it much thought before. It makes sense though, Hermione was right we need to pay better attention to the needs of Magical Creatures."

"She's right on that point, but she needs to stop forcing her ideas on them and listen to what they have to say. She is not very popular with the House Elves regardless of her intentions."

"Preaching to the choir, but good luck making her realize that." Hellcat knew all too well what Fury was talking about, but decided it was a problem for another day. They were neglecting their true purpose for being in the Forbidden Forest.

For the next hour Daphne taught Ginny all the tricks of the trade on tracking, hunting, and the use of stealth. In the process Ginny was getting in tune with Fury and vice versa. This was an intimate process that would lead her to make some surprising self discoveries that would shape her in ways she couldn't even begin to fathom. Some would be good, and some would not be, but that was life. She had to recognize and accept her primal side.

Daphne's mum told her that caging a beast would only make it more vicious and deadly. She needed to master it. The monster within as she sometimes affectingly called it was a source of enormous power that few Witches and Wizards ever experience. She was right as always, and Daphne wanted to help Ginny reach her true potential. Given Fury's form, it was essential. The potential of having a Tempest Jaguar Animagus was just astounding. Crabbe found that out the hard way, and that was just an untrained taste of what she could be capable of. Once Ginny had full control of Fury, her power level would be gargantuan. Only time would tell if Ginny would achieve that. For now the task fell to Hellcat to guide her on that path.

She had led Fury to a water hole that was considered neutral territory to all that lived in the Forbidden Forest. So Daphne put Ginny to the task of identifying and mentally categorizing all the scents she came across. Hellcat herself took the high ground and put her keen senses to work as lookout.

"What's this scent Hellcat? It's so pure and calming." Fury asked after she has mentally logged over 112 different scents. This one was very prominent. She guessed that it was barely two hours old. The creature must have just left before they arrived. Daphne came down from her perch and gave a good whiff.

"Well I'll be damned; we're in for a treat tonight, that's a scent of a Unicorn. Their such beautiful creatures. Now is a good as time as any to work on your stealth and hunting."

"I don't want to kill it! How could you even suggest such a thing?" Fury growled out in outrage at Hellcat's proposal. Hellcat shook her head side to side.

"What? No! That's not what I'm saying Ginny. They're a rather skittish creature, and have extremely acute senses to boot. It would be good training for you."

"Sorry, guess I jumped the wand on that one."

"This alright, I could have phrased that one better. Go on and follow that scent, but as quietly as possible."

Fury found that it was more difficult than she first thought. She had to keep her excitement down and fight the urge to run after the Unicorn. She also had to be mindful of where she stepped and balancing her weight as she did so. No point drawing the attention of other predators. Several times she came across other scents that overpowered the Unicorns. It took a few minutes to find it again, but she always managed to. It was another forty minutes into the hunt when she came across a most foul scent, but it was oddly familiar too. There was also a third scent that filled her with unease.

"Yuck, this one is rancid. Reminds me of the other day at Gringotts." Fury complained. Hellcat walked over and took in the smell as well. She then shook her head in an attempt to remove the smell from her nostrils.

"Rat, defiantly a stinky rat has been through here, but it's not alone. That much I know for certain. Human I'm sure of it and it's just as foul as the rat. What's this? Spiders, no Acromantula, correction; a bloody shite-load of Acromantula. This is bad, very, very, very freakin' bad!"

"I think you're starting to talk like Harry." Ginny joked in attempt to lighten the moment, and failing horribly at it.

"We have bigger problems that whether I picked up some of Harry's more colorful slang words!" Daphne snapped.

"I'm guessing this isn't their territory."

"Invading another's sovereignty is an act of war. For them to do it so boldly suggests they have powerful friends."

"Shite! They've chosen a side, and we both know which side that is."

"Wait, didn't you say that you smelled that foul stench at Gringotts the other day? When and where did you exactly smell that?" Daphne asked as her brilliant mind went into overdrive. Crabbe and Goyle had the same smell on them when they started school. She had just chucked it up to bad choice in cologne. Ginny seemed to be drawing the same conclusion as well.

"Butthead's lot had that smell to them. So did those two idiots we took out yesterday."

"That means that the Acromantula are under orders, but what orders are the following I wonder?"

"Well I guess it's time to start my recon training." Ginny finished with a resolve of steel.