Bellatrix looked down on the body of James Potter, and swelled with pride for her achievement. His body was now completely regenerated. She had tested his magical core to find it fully recharged. A battery of diagnostic test was done on him, just to see the extent of his condition. He was perfectly fit and fully functional. She had personally milked and tested his seed to find it to be very viable. She still wasn't sure just how it happened, but while he was inside the unicorn's womb, his heart started to beat again. The creature had passed its grace onto James. And to think she had told the Worm to just bring back the unicorns life giving fluids. For once the man's incompetence worked out for the best.

To the unknowing eye, James would appear to be in a magical coma. Bellatrix knew it was because he had yet to be reunited with his soul. The Dark Lord had his wand regurgitate the sliver of James soul that it claimed upon killing him, and the black stone on his ring absorbed it straight away. He had given his ring to her to put on James. Voldemort knew that if he was one of the first things the man saw after being reborn, it could be too traumatic on his mind. He would leave Potter's reintegration into the land of the living to Bella and Wormtail.

Peter entered the room and saw her standing over James. He rolled his eyes when he smelled her perfume from where he stood. She was not the witch he would have preferred James with, but she did bring him back, so he owed her for at least that. The fact that she made herself appeasing to the eye showed that Bella wanted him to be attracted to her. A simple love potion would have taken care of that, but for some reason she wanted to make him fall in love with her the old fashion way.

"Are you ready to do your part?" Bellatrix asked over her shoulder, not bothering to take her eyes of James. She despised the Worm but he was her James's friend, and she would need his help for James to start trusting her.

"I still don't see why you don't just enter his mind, and implant what you need to make him loyal to you and be done with it?" Wormtail asked annoyed.

"Because you twit, my cousin had taught him well. His defenses are powerful, and even if I was able to, his mind would instinctively rebel against it. My James would have to willing let me enter his mind for it to be truly binding. For that, he has to trust me. Only then can I bring the full force, of what my family is famous for, to bear." Bellatrix answered as if should have been obvious to a toddler. Again Peter rolled his eyes. Pompous woman thought she knew everything.

"Seems like a lot of work when there are easier methods at our disposal, and what's with all the perfume?" Peter asked as he tried waving the scent away from his face. He never wished he didn't have enhanced sense of smell then right now.

"That is the reason that you were the weakest of the four. Your mental defenses are pathetic, and it is why you betrayed you friends so easily. If you had suffered a day or two before surrendered to the Dark Lords will, we may have had at least a sliver of respect for you." Bellatrix snapped at him. The man was even too stupid to realize that his Animagus senses were compromised. It would make it easier to mislead James if he didn't have those to abilities at his disposal. At least when he was around her that is.

"Let's just get on with this. I want my friend back." Peter snapped as he stood next to Bellatrix. She smiled a sinister smile that was all her own, knowing she had won the argument. Taking her Masters ring she slid it on James's finger, and prayed it would work. His body immediately started to vibrate, as what was left of his soul tried to reconnect with its owner. Then as quickly as it started, James body returned to his original state. Peter went to check him, but Bellatrix blocked him with an outreached arm.

"Wait for it." She warned him in an almost childlike tone. No sooner had the words left her lips that James screamed out as his eyes shot open. They were white at first, but his screaming subsided as his iris's become slightly visible with a slight hazel color. James blinked a few times, as he willed his muscles to work.

Slowly he turned his head to look at the two blurry figures standing by him. James felt like a visitor in his own body, almost like it was a dream, and he soon would wake up next to Lily. Then it hit him. They were attacked. Voldemort found them. He was after Harry. He could hear Lily screaming for Voldemort to spare Harry's life. He couldn't let that monster have his wife and son. He remembered pushing threw his pain so he could Apparate. The next moment he was looking into the eyes of an evil fiend. He did what he and Padfoot agreed on. He pushed Lily into Harry's crib, and activated the portkey. That was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

"Lily? Harry? Please Pete…tell me their alive?" James pleaded more than asked as a tear escaped the corner of his eye and rolled down his temple. His voice was coarse and dry sounding. He looked intently at the two blurry figures that stood next to this bed. Then to James's surprise his eyes started to focus. After a few moments he saw the two figures clearly. For the first time in his first and now second life, he could see properly without the aid of glasses. It was a man and a woman looking down at him. Before he could get a good look at the woman Peter stepped in front of her.

"James, thank Merlin it worked. I thought we lost you for good mate."

"What? Please Pete I need to know." James was momentarily confused by what he said, but he pushed it aside. The need to know the fate of his wife and son was more important. Peter quickly looker over his shoulder at the woman and share a look that James couldn't see.

"I think he has amnesia? He still thinks he in love with that unfaithful slut and is still the father to Blacks bastard son." Peter found the lies rolling off his tongue much easier than he thought. The detest in his voice added a truthful color to his statement.

"Don't talk about my wife and son like that Peter!" James snapped and struggled to get up but his body left like lead. Now it was Bellatrix's turn. She pushed Peter aside and kneeled next to the bed James was on. She took his hand in hers and kissed it before pressing it against her cheek to wipe away false tears.

"Oh my sweet James, your Bella is here. I will take care of you. I didn't bring you back from the dead, just to lose you all over again. I was the one to discover my cousin's and that slut's betrayal. You were hard to convince then too. I prevailed in the end, and somewhere along the way, we fell in love. That potion brewing bitch discovered that I freed you and used some kind of evil draught to control you again. I was afraid that the vile potion that bitch slipped you would make you forget me," Lestrange said through forged tears. The desperation in her eyes and voice were very convincing to even Pettigrew and he knew they were nothing but rubbish. Then again she had been practicing this moment in front of a mirror for weeks now. The woman never left anything to chance. Nor did he and Peter already arrange to have someone brought here whose words James would believe. Plus it would be some added payback against Padfoot. Bellatrix took James's hand and pressed it to her warm bosom. He could feel her heart beating rapidly. "Please tell me that you remember our love. Can't you feel my heart beating for you?"

"This isn't real!" James yelled at her tried to pull his hand from Bellatrix, but she refused to let go. "This is just some Death Eater trick!"

"How can you say that, my love? The Dark Lord never wanted to kill you. He was there to help recruit you, but your mind was once again under her control. He thought if he killed her and my cousin's bastard child, that it would free your mind. You were the one that jump in front of a Killing Curse that wasn't meant for you. If it wasn't for our Master, I would never have been able to bring you back."

"No, you're lying. Lily is my wife and heart. Harry is my son, and Padfoot would never betray me like that. I don't believe any of this!" James snapped as he tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand out of Bellatrix's hand.

"Please try and remember my love. You are one of us. How else can you explain this?" Bella continued and twisted his arm so he could see the fake, but no less convincing, Dark Mark on his arm, right next to the one on Bellatrix's arm. James looked on in horror as Peter showed his Dark Mark as well.

Gabriella sat at her vanity and brushing her hair. The event of the last month had been unexpected to say the least. It started when her heart just about jumped out of her throat when she read the Daily Prophet. She saw a picture of Siri and his godson fighting back to back against Death Eaters on the steps of Gringotts and it terrified her deeply. 16 years ago he had taken Lily and her son away from England for their protection. It was the right thing to do, and she had no right to state otherwise. Fate had not been kind to them, and she hoped somewhere out there he would find happiness. Gabriella knew that she would never lover her husband as a wife should, but she strived to make the best of the situation none the less. She thought she was happy, or at least content with her life. It was funny how the human mind can convince you of that, but the heart is a primal force that can never truly be confined or silenced.

Her Siri was back, and already he was in the mix of it with Voldemort's forces. She knew in a different set of circumstances she would be the one at his side instead of Lily Potter. Even in their Hogwarts days Siri and Lily had a close and flirtations friendship, a fact that would sometimes irritate her and James to no ends. She felt a sharp pang of jealousy that Lily had gotten so much of him over the years. It was followed by an equally intense sense of sympathy for her as well. She could no more be with the man she loved anymore than Gabriella could. In that aspect they were very similar.

Not that she was without blessings. Gabriella had three beautiful daughters, and she cherished them more than her own life. Marcus Greengrass wasn't an evil man, and she has said that very thing to Suri. Not to say that he wasn't a cold calculation self-indulgent hypercritical opportunist, just not evil. He was what he was raised to be. Had she not started things with Suri before they were introduced, she may have fallen into the mold that her father had cast for her. Perhaps she would have been happy, or at least comfortable in the life chosen for her. Unfortunately, no matter how luxurious the cage may be, in the end of the day it was still a cage.

Siri had opened her eyes to another way to live her life. DAMMIT! That was the life she wanted! The life she needed to, in all honesty, feel whole inside. Gabriella had read everything that was in the file she got from Umbridge at least three times. If she just knew how they had worded the ritual, Gabriella would know how the best to proceed. As far as she knew of, the only one man still alive that was there was her husband. The question was just how far she would go to get that knowledge from the father of her children.

"I am wicked for wanting more?" Gabriella asked her reflection for what seemed like the hundredth time. A sad half smile was her response. Was she betraying her daughter at what she just contemplated doing to their father? Could she live with that if she did?

"No more than I Wife, no more than I. May I come in?" Marcus Greengrass asked from the doorway of her private bedchamber. Gabriella jumped at the sudden sound. She looked over to her husband after she had gotten over the sudden shock. She was so deep in thought that she didn't sense his presence. That was very foolish of her, and she mentally vowed to keep her wits about her. He had a pensive look about him, and that was never a good sign.

"You may Husband. Perhaps you could get this persistent knot out for me?" Gabriella asked as she offered her brush to her advancing husband. Giving him a simple task always seemed to keep his mind even, and most importantly his wand out of his hand. Her hand was but a whisper away from hers if the need presented itself. The task would also serve to remind him that she was his partner. On the outside she portrayed a steady calm that suggested trust. On the inside she was on high alert, and she had no intention of dropping her guard. Marcus took the brush from her and went to work on her hair.

Gabriella for the most part kept her eyes forward to avoid meeting his eyes in the mirror. She only spared a glance when his eyes were not focused on hers. His face was as unreadable as always, but he had other tells. Not that she would ever let him know. She was not the type of woman that surrendered her advantages readily. He was struggling with something, that much she was sure. She would wait until he was ready to express what was bothering him. It turned out she didn't have to wait terribly long.

"I'm not without regret for the foundation of our union Wife. That being said, I believe that I have always shown you the upmost respect in public, and in the presence of our daughters. I've been discrete in regards to my Mistress's, and have never forced myself on you. I have given you a grand lifestyle and a prosperous future, have I not?" Marcus started in a neutral tone as he continued to brush her hair. She however could feel his tension as he worked on her hair. He wasn't being rough per say, but nor was he being gentle either.

"Yes, Husband you have, and I'm thankful for that. If I could be so bold as to express my own query. Have I not given you three striking and well mannered daughters, hosted endless Dinner Parties, and supplied you with inside information so you could increase our family's fortune and status in the Wizarding World? I believe that I've been a very giving lover when it was required, and an exceptional Noble Lady and partner to you." Gabriella countered with a voice of neutrality that matched his equally, while her hand inched closer to her wand. Marcus let out a small laugh. If it was for her response, or her subtle action she wasn't sure.

"Yes Wife you have done that and so much more."

"I sense a but coming." Gabriella added with a raised brow. Marcus chuckled despite himself. She knew him so much better that he knew her. Not that her change in mood since Black's return to England escaped his notice.

"Am I that transparent?" He asked with honest curiosity. She was better at this than him and always would be. Perhaps that was for the best as well.

"No, I'm just gifted." She teased with a smile that lighted up the room. She was rewarded with a full and unencumbered laugh. It had been a long time since she had heard him do that, and the tension in the room lightened considerably.

"I am filled with such pride for what you did at Diagon Alley. You protected our daughter and for that I am eternally grateful." Marcus told her with a sincerity that was rarely heard in their house. "But, it did not come without certain consequences." He made sure to emphasize the but part. His face then turned stern once more.

"They have made contact with you I take it?" Gabriella asked while keeping her concern as low as possible. She knew that this couldn't be good. Potter had offered an Alliance and Daphne sent message that she and Astoria both endorsed it. Unfortunately, there was too much bad blood between him and Siri for it to ever work. Marcus knew that Potter would be honor bound to protect his daughters at Hogwarts simply because he did offer his protection. He saw no reason to draw the attention of their enemies. The Greengrass family had remained neutral in the last war and that was the key to their survival.

"I gave them 100,000 Galleons to appease any insult and buy us some time." He informed her sternly.

"I see," Gabriella said sullenly. She wasn't happy about it, but she also understood her husband's delicate position. She then asked."How much time have we been granted?"

"I will get to that in a moment. First I must show you the severity of our plight." Marcus dropped a file full of pictures on her vanity. Then he turned away before she could open it. Whatever was inside, he had no desire to look upon again. He walked over to her window and viewed the morning sun and how it illuminated the grounds around their home.

Gabriella had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming out at what she saw. She forced herself to look through all the moving pictured in the file. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she saw the depth of depravity that Death Eaters would go. Those sick bastards even took the time to put them in order so that it played out like a story. Before her eyes she saw a attractive young woman become a blood covered misshapen husk, at the claws of most likely Greyback. She prayed that she was dead, for no one should have to live with that done to them. With trembling hands Gabriella closed the file.

"T-that was-"Gabriella had to stop to keep her voice from breaking. She took a moment to collect herself. "That was Janus your Mistress was it not?" She continued as she looked at him. All he was able to do was nod his head for he had not the words in him.

"Is she?" Gabriella started, but regretted it the moment the words left her lips. His head sunk and his shoulders wavered as grief took him. She silently waited for him to regain his composure. They had been together for a few years, far longer than any of his other Mistress's.

"S-she b-begged me to end…her. S-she was so beautiful. They had no right!" Marcus yelled as he smashed his fist through her window. He ignored the pain, as well as the blood running from his hand. Gabriella rushed over to him and swiftly healed the wound. Gently she guides him to her bed. He thanked her and tried his best to pull himself together.

"Did you love her?" Gabriella finally asked when he looked calm once more. He looked up at her, and for the first time in their marriage he showed vulnerability to her.

"Merlin help me, I did. Against my better judgment I did. She was the most understanding woman. Janus accepted that she could never share my life the way she wanted to. The way I wanted her to." He confessed with his face in his hands. He was fighting will all he had to not succumb to his grief.

"I'm familiar with that aspiration." Gabriela answered with bitterness. Since, after 18 years of marriage they were finally being completely truthful with each other.

"I shouldn't have let my father talk me into doing that to you. We had no entitlement to force that on you. It took me too long to realize that. I know that brings you little comfort now." Marcus finally said after looking up at her through tear filled eyes. His words were laced with regret and self-loathing, but she was numb to its effect. He was right it brought her little comfort. She looked back at her husband with an icy reserve. She could tell by his tone that there was more.

"Did you know that we made him watch the ritual confident, silenced, and disillusioned?" He asked and waited for an explosion that never came.

"And?" Gabriela inquired threw clinched teeth. The cold rage burning in her eyes made him want to withdraw, but he had precious time left. He had to tell her everything.

"After…we forced him to make a vow to never touch you as a lover would, or by his hand, magic or any he commanded, to ever bring harm to me or any in my house. In exchange I vowed that you would never suffer any indignities by my hand, actions, or by any I command. The act would negate his vow. Even heartbroken, his first thought was to protect you." Marcus continued full of repentance. Gabriella couldn't look at him anymore and started to pace to keep herself from doing something that would feel tremendously gratifying, but she would ultimately regret. She forced herself to pocket her wand for now. It wasn't worth her magic. Now was not the time to be ruled by her emotion, but by her intellect. She forced her mind to process the knowledge she was just told. Then it dawned on her.

"You would never reveal that to me, unless you have already lost control over him." Gabriella snapped over her shoulder, still refusing to look at him. He wasn't answering her, which was a good confirmation that she was correct.

Gabriella kept her eyes on the grounds outside. She suddenly saw movement just beyond the protective wards. She was unaware that they were expecting company. To her horror many dark robed figures passed through the wards as if they were not there. Gabriela spun around with the wrath of his treachery raging through her. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'VE INVITED THEM IN OUR HOME!"

"I will not have my daughters share Janus's fate! You need not either if you cooperate. All you have to do is tell a few convincing lies. Pettigrew promised me that was all. This is the only way to keep our family whole. You must see that!" Marcus pleaded with his wand in one hand and hers in the other. They both knew she was the better duelist, but he was not without skills. His were more subtle, but no less effective. He had enraged her, and used it to his advantage. Gabriella didn't even notice he snaked her wand. She had never expected his deceit would be on this level.

"Pettigrew? As in Peter Pettigrew! Where is Jade?" Gabriela demanded the location of her youngest in a panic. They would use Jade to control her. She wasn't about to let that happen.

"Safe in her room. If we want it to stay that way, we must summit to their will." No sooner had the words left his mouth, that the front doors of the Manor were hit with a Reducto. The house shook from the power of the blast. "What the hell! They gave their word if we cooperated, they would leave us alone."

"A dishonest Death Eater, who would have thought? Honestly Marcus, to them we're Blood Traitors. Our fates were sealed the moment you allowed them to pass our wards." Gabriella scolded him while holding out her hand for her wand. He hesitated for a moment; there was still a chance he could make a deal. His wife tilted her head to the side looking livid. With a heavy breath, her wand was returned to its owner.

"That's a good boy. Now, if you want to make it out of this house alive, you will release me." She demanded. One look in her eyes, and Marcus knew that she was serious. When the Pettigrew first approached him, he thought he could cut a deal to secure his daughters future. It was what he did everyday at the Ministry. He knew negotiation was not a viable option anymore. Their survival now depended on his wife now. She had him by the boys, and they both knew it. If he was truly honest with himself, he owed her that much.

"I Marcus Devan Greengrass do here by release Gabriella Jean Greengrass from my control, and denounce her as my wife, so noted be." He declared in a forceful voice. It wasn't a legal divorce by any means, but the rune and her magic would recognize it as such. Gabriella felt the back of her neck start to tingle, and then it grew into a searing burn. She grinded her teeth to keep from crying out from the pain, after a few moments it subsided until the throbbing was completely gone. She brought her hand up to the back of her neck and felt that it was smooth. All traces of the DeKy Slaveri rune were gone. Her life was her own once more.

"Thank you," Was all she said, but it seemed sincere to him.

"They'll be here any second. How are you going to get us out of this?" Marcus pleaded.

"Well I'm sure as hell not going to play by their damn rules. Pixy!" Gabriella yelled. A small house elf that Marcus had never seen before popped next to his wife.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Take my daughter to Aidin Palace and kill anyone that tries to stop you!" She commanded and the house elf popped away as quickly as she came.

Emma was walking as fast as she could down to the greenhouse to see if Professor Sprout was there. The flower that Adam had left in her care was currently in her arms. She was going at such a fast pace that Mark, Pursa, and Gabby was running to keep up with her.

"What's the rush Emma it's just a flower?" Mark asked out of breath and falling behind.

"That is a Tropical Orchid you thick prat. It was a gift from Adam, and her bright colors always lighten my mood." Pursa scolded him with a huff.

"Who the heck is Adam, and what is he doing giving her gifts?" Mark accused in an octave higher than he wanted to. Gabby and Pursa snickered at Mark's obvious jealousy. Emma rolled her eyes and continued on her way. She knew Mark liked her, and she has a little bit of a crush on him as well. She would have to have a talk with him about his possessiveness, but right now wasn't the time. Adam had entrusted her with the care of what she was sure was his best friend. He had entrusted her with its care, and she wasn't about to let him down.

"Professor Sprout, I need your help!" Emma yelled as she entered the Greenhouse. The Head of the Hufflepuff House looked up from her desk obviously startled. It was Saturday and the last thing she expected was for a group of students to come bursting into her Greenhouse. She was in the process of grading a rather large pile of essays.

"Sweet Merlin girl, is that a Zelluta Orchid?" Sprout asked as she met the students half way.

"I don't know what to do Professor. She was a gift from a friend. Adam will be crushed if something happened to her." Emma told her as she handed Sprout the pot Adam,s orchid was in. The Herbology Professor took it gently and walked back to her desk with it. She hummed a happy tune as she examined it, and after a few minutes she scurried over to a shelf and returned with something in her hand. She then pouted a small vial into the soil in the pot. Almost immediately the flowers color started to brighten.

"That's it girl, you're going to be just fine. " Sprout said to the Orchid as she gently stroked one of its pedals. After a few more encouraging words in a soothing tone, she turned her attention to her students. "All right dears, now have you been talking to her every day?"

"Yes we all have." All the girls answered together.

"No bickering in the room? She needs a happy environment." Sprout advised with a appraising eye. She knew from the girls in her House that everything at that age was a drama.

"Occasionally, but we'll take it out of the room from now on." Emma confessed reluctantly, while the other girls bowed their heads in shame.

"She needs a lot of fresh air and sunlight. She'll need to be put in the east window in the morning and west after lunch. Keep the windows cracked open a bit. Honestly I don't know how she's still alive this time of year and in our climate. Where did your friend get this?"

"It's been in the garden at our orphanage for years. Adams is really good with plants, but he's a little off." Emma told her, and then all her friends snapped their heads to her."It's not his fault. Umbridge did something to him. He said she grew from a fairy tear if you can believe that. She's like his best friend." She quickly added.

"Zelluta Orchids are grown from fairy tears my dear. I look forward to meeting Adam when he attends here."Sprout advise her. The thought of having another kindred spirit here was very appealing to her.

"Adam isn't a Wizard, he's a Muggle Professor." Emma corrected her.

"Poppycock, a muggle wouldn't even be able to see this plant, let alone care for it. It's magical. He must be a squib then."

"I don't think so. Aunt Lily or Harry would have sensed it if he was."

"And you said he talks to her?"

"I've seen him have a one sided conversation with it. He even answered her, like she had asked him a question or something. I just thought it was like an invisible friend kind of thing." She told her and watched as the professors eyes widened with astonishment.

"No dear, if what you told me is correct. I'll have to meet him of course, but if he can see our world, yet isn't a Wizard or Squib. Plus the fact that he has kept this amazing Orchid alive in our cold climate. There are precious few other explanations. I think your friend might be a Druid."

Tonks entered the Headmasters office to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk with a contemplative look on his face. He looked up upon hearing her enter. A small smile crossed his withered old face. She was turning out to be one of his best agents. Her clumsiness he discovered was just an act to deceive her enemies into underestimating her. He had to agree it was very effective, for he himself had underestimated her in the past. It was pure luck that misinterpretation didn't blow up in his face.

"Hello Tonks, what brings you by today? It was my understanding that you have it off." Dumbledore addressed her in a more cheerful tone than she expected.

"Just came by to say Moody is off looking for the remaining Horcrux's. Remus gave him all the Intel he gathered while he was looking for them. Alastair was as giddy as a schoolboy." Tonks advised him in a equally positive voice.

"Yes, well he does like a good challenge. It will do him good. The sooner we dispose of them the better. Tom isn't going to lay low forever. He's up to something; I can feel it in these old bones of mine."

"He's probably recruiting and training up his followers. That's what I would do if I were him."

"I would have to agree with you on that point Mrs. Lupin. I shudder to think what he has planned next."

"That brings me to my next point." Tonks pointed out.

"Which is?" Albus asked guarded.

"Longbottom's a horcrux, isn't he?" She pushed. If she played this right she would soon have the final nail in his coffin, as the Muggles would say.

"Yes he is, and I must ask that you not share that information with any others." He warned her as diplomatically as he could.

"Do you think that is affecting his personality? Is that the reason he is the way he is?" She pressed on.

"To a degree, but Neville is a product of the Wizarding World I'm afraid. We all must take equal blame on that." Albus surmised with a little regret.

"He is capable of making his own decisions Dumbledore and should be held accountable for his actions. Sooner or later he's going to make a mess that you, me and his grandmother won't be able to clean up after." Tonks snapped.

"I know that all too well, but I doubt he will evade Tom's grasp for much longer. If need be I will have Severus end the boy." He all but said, he would have his other killer dispose of a Noble Lord. He really was making this too easy Tonks thought.

"And what of Potter?" Tonks added. She almost had enough to finally arrest him, and make a case that even he couldn't worm his way out of.

"He is still an enigma to me. The young Lord has become rather popular, but somehow hasn't fallen into the regular traps of using others to elevate himself higher. He doesn't take Potions, yet he helps younger students with their Potions homework, a fact that has irritated Severus to no ends. To tell you the truth, I expected him to take full advantage of the NHR Law and have several young Witches lined up by now. Thus far, he still seems quite smitten over Miss Weasley."

"I'm glad you took my advice about staying out of that." Tonks advised and secretly told herself she almost had him.

"Yes, well I hope it hasn't been for not. From what I've heard, he seems very at ease with you. What do you suggest? " Albus asked. Tonks too note that he had his spies watching her and Harry. The man was no fool, but not beyond being manipulated himself. Arrogance was a very useful tool, and she used it against him proficiently.

A large number of the Marauders were at the Quidditch Pitch. The area was enchanted, so to keep them from the notice of unwanted eyes. Ginny was leading the ones that were gifted at flying through a series of moves that was near neck breaking. Harry was on the ground surrounded by Muggle tennis ball machines powered by focus crystals. He was giving a lesson on how to avoid being hit by curses while surrounded, and how to use deflection to their advantage.

Daphne was just about to have a go at what Ginny just showed them, when flash of light caught her eye coming from the courtyard. She tapped into Hellcat's power to increase her vision. Her eyes then focused on a pulsating figure of what looked to be a Grim made of pure electricity. Then the Elemental Patronus threw it head back and howled the Animagi call for help.

"THAT'S MY MUM"S PATRONUS!" Daphne screamed before she pointed her broom and speed towards it. Ginny heard the call for aid, as well as what Daphne screamed. She turned to look at her leaving form flying at full speed. She called to Harry only to see Shadow diving into a shadow. It looked as if he heard it too.

"Someone find Astoria Greengrass and get her here pronto!" Ginny turned to the remaining Marauders and ordered. She then pointed her broom to where the Patronus was and speeds off.

Daphne was the first to arrive, followed closely by Harry. She had crumbled to her knees in front of her mum's Grim, as despair took a death grip on her heart. This meant only one thing, her family was under attack. Her mum had made it quite clear what she was supposed to do, if she ever sent her the Grim. She just didn't know if she could follow her wishes anymore. A year ago it would have been yes. She would have done it without pause, but Daphne was a different person now. There was no way she was going to take her sister and run. If those bootlicking bastards wanted a fight, then by Merlin's left nut she was going to give them one.