Amelia Bones wasn't a heartless woman, but she knew how to be if the situation called for it. She knew the unbearable heart wrenching pain of holding someone she loved more than her own life dead in her arms. She would have liked nothing than to take that pain from Tonks and William and bear it herself. She wished they had the time, but their situation was grim and not unique.

All over the Wizarding and Muggle world Voldemort's forces were attacking. So much so that she had to put off arresting Dumbledore. The attacks were so wide spread that her entire DMLE was called in to deal with the crisis. As she feared, it was for the purpose to divide her forces and keep them busy so he could go after his prime targets. To be more precise, the Marauders and possible the Council of Elders that are gathering in the Forbidden Forest are his true objectives. As much as she would like to send aid, human life took priority.

Two Marauders were down and she didn't know how many more she would add before the night was over. The Black house was destroyed and she didn't know who was in their when it fell. Her favorite Auror was inconsolable, as well as a young man she had come to respect. She wished she could give him the time to mourn his fiancé, but if the field healer didn't attend to his wounds soon he would most likely be joining her. She had a feeling that was what he wanted, but something she couldn't allow if it was in her power.

"William…" Amelia spoke as she took a knee next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Her first word was gentle and with enough feeling so he knew she was there to help. When she got no response, Amelia had to take a more stern approach. "WILLIAM!"

"Don't take her from me," he begged in a broken voice as he clung tighter to Fleur's broken body. Amelia ran her hand threw his hair in a motherly way. She was hoping the act would convey that she wasn't a treat. He was fighting back his tears so fiercely and she had seen it enough times to understand his reasoning behind it. If he let them fall then Fleur was really gone, Bill didn't think he could bear that, so he clung to hope that his sheer will alone would fight off the inevitable.

"She's not in pain anymore Bill and she wouldn't want you to suffer needlessly. Fleur would want you to live for her. Please, let my healer help you?" Amelia implored him. He looked down at Fleur's beautiful face and sobbed at what they did to her. She didn't deserve to go out like that. He should have been quicker. He should have saved her. Bill moved some stray locks of her golden hair from her dirty face. He tried to wipe it off, but the blood on his hands only made it worse. She was by no means vain, but Fleur was always meticulous about her appearance. He looked back up at Amelia pleadingly.

"She wouldn't want you to remember her this way. Let me make her right while my healer does the same to you?" Madame Bones requested, as if she had read his mind. Then she added, "I'll give her right back, I promise."

Bill couldn't find the words with all the emotions within trying to get out, so he just nodded. He bent over and gave Fleur one last adoring kiss goodbye, before relinquished Fleur to Amelia, who took her with the upmost care. She silently put a barrier between herself and Bill. He didn't need to hear her resetting Fleur's bones. Tonks on the other hand flinched at every crack as she cradled Remus in her arms.

Unlike Bill she let her tears flow freely down her face. He was her husband and deserved every drop. Despite all the talks she and Remus had about one of them not making it and wanting the other to live on and find love again. Tonks didn't think that she would ever feel anything again, except for the blazing need for vengeance against the one that did this to the love of her life.

"Bill what happened here? Who killed Remus?" Tonks choked out after Amelia had set Fleur right and lowered the Silencing Charm. He looked so hallow as the healer worked on him. She wonder if he was even alive then Bill slowly looked over at Tonks.

"Riddle, he led the attack, he was the one that killed Remus. You should have seen him Tonks. Full moon be dammed he ran out in the thick of it and took out most of these bootlickers. Then Charlie was beating the ever living hell out of Riddle the Muggle way, but one of his followers cursed him and Cissy apparated him to the house. Remus saw an opportunity and went after him. He almost had him too."

"So Voldemort is weak against up-close attacks. That is a very useful piece of information William. I need you to tell me everything that happened," Amelia requested. Bill let out a sigh and nodded his head. He started from the beginning as best he could remember. It helped to keep his mind off his pain and on something useful. Fleur would have wanted that, even if it was an icy and bitter solace. Amelia and Tonks listened as Bill explained how they lured Adam out and the fight that followed. Once finished Bill had a few question of his own.

"Why do you have a healer with you?"

"I always have at least one team member specialized in healing. A very wise choice considering tonight's attacks. St Mungo's is packed." Amelia answered with an exasperated tone.

"Then we need to get anyone else that's hurt to the Marauders Lair," Bill demanded with returned purpose. He still had family out there and he wasn't going to loos anyone else he loved to those bastards.

"What?" Amelia asked not understanding. The hospital wing was not equipped for such a purpose, and Madame Pomfrey was gifted but only one woman.

"They have been brewing and stockpiling healing potions, salves and we can call on Dilys Derwent to help. You're not the only person that thought learning field healing was a useful skill to learn."

"How is that even possible?" Madame Bones inquired wondering if Bill suffered a head injury as well.

"I'll explain later, Get me to 's and I can set up the Floo to get into the Lair," Bill told her as he stood up. Fleur's guiding voice was dancing in the back of his mind urging him forward. You're family is still out there my love; don't despair when they and others are in danger. I am still with you.

In a hidden keep on the top of a mountain that stood sentinel high above Hogwarts, Willow Desory, first daughter of the Matriarch, paced back and forth. He mother had been gone for a few days. That in itself was not uncommon, but her instincts told her a much different story. Over the last three hundred years she had learned to follow her instincts. They were right about the Champion, and she was sure they were right about her mother.

She walked out on the balcony to seek council with the moon. It shined brightly down on her at its fullness. Not a cloud dared to block its brilliance from the view of those that dwelled beneath. It was a bold and daring night for the Dark Creatures to wander and toil their evil drudgery. Even at their great height the werewolves' song called up to mother moon.

A most bitter chill assaulted her spine. That was all she needed to know and turned to call her warriors to arms. Before she spoke her ears caught the faint sound of flapping wings. Everyone but her mother was accounted for. That she knew for sure. Willow rushed back to the ledge of the balcony. She looked down and saw a Succubus that she had never seen before approaching.

Willow took a few steps back not knowing if she was friend of foe. Emma shot up over the balcony and hovered for a few seconds before landing in the ledge. She was breathing heavy from the flight. She had never flown so far and at her top speed. Her sudden arrival had drawn the attention of the other Succubi. The balcony was soon filled with clan members, expecting their Matriarch had returned.

"You must be Emma Potter. I recognize the crystal with the cress of the House of Potter on it." Brianna said as she moved closer to Emma.

"So she's the Champion's sister that mum has been training?" Willow reason it out as she too moved closer to Emma. She took a few more labored breathes before looking up with a fierce fiery look in her eyes.

"SISTERS! Our Matriarch has been captured and tortured by the Greyback and his pack! The Champion goes to free her! Are we going to let him stand alone!".

Bellatrix watched as Thorfinn Rowle finish casting the enchantment to the clearing she had demanded. She was taking no chances with Potter. He earned her respect when he almost killed her in their first encounter. It was a very old and extremely dark ancient curse. He showed no hesitation or remorse when or after he did it to her. Killing him would be a great victory and she wondered just what she would take from him for her trophy case. Perhaps those swords he used to kill the Ancient with.

She would not be making the same mistake the Alpha Vampire and that idiot werewolf and his pack of half-breeds were about to make. She would not underestimate him. They would serve their purpose in weakling him and showing her the range of his power. Then it would be for her to deliver the final blow. Only then would her revenge on James and Lily would be complete.

A bold thought, but she had an advantage, a very powerful advantage. She was in the body of a loved one. One that she was coming to discover had a very powerful body. Though it was mostly mild curiosity that she switched bodies with the Succubus, she was defiantly feeling the advantages of having control over this body. Already she could feel the body regenerating itself. She may still look beaten and broken on the outside, but inside she was almost completely healed.

No wonder La Fay wanted to steal these creatures power. The magic it was capable of producing was astonishing. For more than the first time tonight Bellatrix consider taking up permanent residency in the succubus's marvelous body. The tail and wings wouldn't grow back, and a simple Glamour Charm would take care of her skin tone and hair color. Now if only she could get this constant need for sex to go away.

Honestly how did she function? Magic called out to her and the more powerful, and more enthralling her urge to indulge her wicked fervor became. If not for the foul stench her fellow Death Eaters and werewolves were giving off she would have not been able to curb her new appetite. The Dark Lord was the worst smelling of the lot. Her attraction to him was almost nonexistent. This must have been how they were always able to hunt Death Eaters so effectively.

"It's done, there will be no shadows cast in the clearing. That should level the playing field some." Rowle told Bellatrix. She raised a brow and cocked her head slightly to her left. A clear sign she wanted a full report. He groaned with irritation, before continuing. "Once he enters the clearing, the wards will activate. This creature's blood is on the runes so only a succubus can then enter or leave. That trapped enough for you?"

"Quite, and meet my eyes next time you report to me!" Bellatrix scorned and when his eyes snapped up he received a slap across his face. The man cursed in pain as he covered his bleeding cheek with his hand. When he pulled it away four gash marks ran from ear to mouth. It took several healing charms to make the wounds closed. Lestrange admired the usefulness of this creature's delicate but deadly claw. She would have to test the extent of their usefulness later. Perhaps she would claw her mane into Potter so Mummy would know it was her that killed her baby boy.

"This better not scar woman!"

"Let that be a lesson to you to show respect at all times to your betters! You are dismissed,." Bellatrix snapped. He at least had the good sense to look ashamed, scornful but ashamed, before he hurried off. She rolled her eyes and looked out at the soon to be battlefield she had chosen for Potters demise. Greyback's pack was hidden and ready to attack. The Alpha Werewolf was pacing back and forth in anticipation. Their emotions sang to her a conflicted ballad. His pack was nervous in spite of their number; several were even contemplating fleeing once the fighting started.

Greyback was just the opposite. He was enthusiastically waiting for his moment to come. The man essentially believed that his whole life was spent in preparation for this greatest victory, a worthy foe for Greyback to test his power against. The moon was high and he was at his most powerful. The wind changed and with it brought a scent that Sasha's body felt to its core. The succubus's former lover was coming.

Greyback smelled him as well and with blinding speed was behind Bellatrix with his claws at her jugular. His claws deep enough to draw her blood, it would take nothing to rip her throat out Bellatrix reached back and showed him that she had claws as well.

"Dig any deeper and I'll rip this off." She hissed at him as her claws dun into to a part of him he would most certainly miss. Both of them loosened their grips together as a figure emerged from the tree line.

Voldemort returned to Lestrange Manor enraged and with a purpose. That Blood Traitor Narcissa Malfoy may have escaped her fate, but he knew how to deal an even deadlier blow to the woman. He would send the woman the head of her son on a pike. The boy had been a disappointment and he saw no need to spare him, when his death would destroy the woman just as completely as a Killing Curse.

He swept through the halls of the majestic manor unencumbered by annoying subordinates asking idiotic questions. For the most part the house seemed empty. There should have been at least some Death Eaters afoot. He saw the outer guard patrolling the grounds when he passed through the wards. Voldemort disregarded the thought as he made his way to Bellatrix's bedchamber. He threw the door open to find the room empty.

On the other side of the house Draco and Sasha were making their way to his uncle's den and the Floo that was their way out. Sasha stopped cold in her tracks when she saw a massive display case. In it was trophies that Bellatrix and her husband had taken off their victims. She looked past a broken wand with a plaque that said it once belonged to a famed Auror. Not far away were the wedding rings of Edgar and Gloria Bones. Those and the countless other possessions of the fallen held no interest to her. The newest addition however did. There was no engraved plaque stating who it was taken from, she didn't need it and Sasha raged at the sight of her tail.

She grabbed a nearby chair and smashed the tainted homage to that ghastly witch's atrocities. Draco hissed his aggravation at the attention this would most surely bring down on them. Sasha ignored him as she picked up her tail and ran her hand gently down its length. She blinked back tears as Draco came up to her. Sasha did her best to hide the look of devastation on her face from her new ally. Draco saw right threw it, but let he keep her prideful illusion of control. It was odd seeing his aunt's body acting in such a way. The woman's fortitude was as much endearing as it was unnerving.

The scurrying sounds of rapid moving feet reminded them that they were far from safe. Sasha had experience and fury on her side and struck before the Death Eater even rounded the corner. He never got a chance to register who was responsible for the commotion, before the flesh of his neck and the blood of his jugular came flooding out. Sasha reached over and closed Draco's mouth with two fingers as he just stood looking at the man bleeding out on his aunt's Persian rug.

"You are wicked deadly with that," Draco said after he processed what he just saw her do.

"You think that is impressive, you should see what I can do with my tail when its attached to my arse," Sasha said with a shrug and giggled at the expression that danced across Draco's face. She must have given him an image he wasn't prepared for. "Sorry for the mental picture running through your head, but if it helps, my real bum is much nicer than your aunts boney one."

"You always talk like this?" Draco asked out of sorts. There was only one bum he was interested in imagining what it looked like and it didn't belong to either of them.

"Despite my current form, I'm still a creature of lust to my very core, Draco. After four hundred years, one tends to lose the need for delicate sensibilities," Sasha told him with no shame. She was in touch with her sexuality and took pride in that fact. Sadly Draco didn't have Harry's game, but she met few Wizards that did. Still, she made a mental note to tone it down a fair bit. She didn't need the boy passing out on her.

"Let's get out of here before someone else shows up," Draco stated in a very obvious attempt to change the subject and hopefully banish the images plaguing the back of his mind. They quickly made their way to the Floo.

"Call out Malfoy Manor and I'll be right behind you." Draco told her as Sasha stepped into the fireplace. She had never traveled this way before and was oddly nervous. She always flew to where she needed to go. The thought of her never being able to do that again stabbed at her heart. Sasha steeled her reserve and pushed her indulgent self-pitying aside. It was counterproductive in her current situation.

"Why there? Wouldn't Hogsmeade be a better and closer choice?" Sasha asked with bewilderment. They needed to get to the Forbidden Forest as quickly as possible.

"You're in the body of an Inner Circle member with a hefty price on her head. Popping into a village full of Wizards would be anti-productive don't you think?" Draco answered shaking his head. She didn't know how to access his aunt's magic, so he would have to defend them both if they were discovered.

"Fair point, forgot about that, but why Malfoy Manor?" Sasha agreed then pushed the point. Draco instinctively looked over his shoulder to check is anyone was there. Family secrets were not to be spoken of carelessly. A good thing he did for at the end of the hallway stood the Dark Lord with a look of pure venom dancing across his ugly face.

"GO NOW!" Draco yelled at Sasha as drew his wand. She moved to step out and aid Draco but he shoved her back in, "Open the falcon's wings- hidden floo in vault- Snape's Office- good luck." Draco told her in-between deflecting curses. He couldn't risk taking his eyes off the Dark Lord to bid her a proper goodbye.

"You are a man of honor Draco Malfoy…Malfoy Manor!"

"You are a Blood Traitor just like that whore of a mother of yours," Voldemort sneered as he made his way down the hall at the turncoat. His stride was steady and even despite the curses the boy was shooting back at him. He would take great pleasure in killing this one.

"You'll understand if I take that as a complement, and rumor has it your mum spread her legs for a Muggle. Your blood is about pure as pissed on snow." Draco mocked and had to duck out of the way of a purple colored curse. He wasn't going to let Voldemort's words unsettle him, and it looked like his words did just that. Draco knew he needed to keep his wits about him if he wanted to survive this.

"You insolent whelp! You're just like your mother. The woman tried to use a Killing Curse on me tonight, then she ran away like a scared child with that Weasley she's been sporting with!" Voldemort tried again to unnerve Draco, but the boy shook it off with a half laugh.

"Still a step up from my father- Confringo!"

Draco's blasting curse wasn't aimed a Voldemort but the roof of the hallway. He knew that their conversation was pointless and meant to distract him so the Dark Lord could close the gap between them. He would not survive a battle in close quarters with Voldemort. He decided to try it the Marauder's way and throw in a game changer.

The collapsing hallway filled with debris and hopefully would block any curses sent his way. Draco stepped into the floo and called out Malfoy Manor just as a Killing Curse emerged from the dark cloud of dust separation him and Voldemort.

Sasha had just opened the falcon's wings as Draco came out of the Floo. He patted his chest a few times to make sure he was still alive before letting out a bold laugh. He could see why the Marauders got off on defying authority so much. That was bloody sweet.

"You won?" Sasha asked in shock.

"Ran," was all Draco said before destroying the fireplace, "Kissed Astoria yesterday, and I would very much like to do that again. I can't do that if I'm dead," he continued as he took Sasha hand and led her to stairs that lifted up to reveal a hidden passageway.

"It's always about a girl," Sasha laughed while rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Arthur walked up to James and the two men shared a look before chuckling. It took a special breed of man to handle one irate and volatile redhead, let alone two. Albus Dumbledore was not such a man. More importantly no one seemed particularly eager to come to his aid. Even Hargid his most loyal of followers knew better that step into that fire storm.

"How dare you use my family in such a way?" Molly shrieked as her body shook with rage. She was beyond incensed. "You tried to enslave my daughter to Neville with a fake Life Debt! She was miserable! Anyone with eyes could see it! You told me it was for her safety! I trusted you! Believed you! Your lies have cost me half my family!"

"Redheads" James and Arthur laughed out together. Before they could enjoy the show Dobby came through the door with Adam and Jade in tow.

"Lady Lily! Lady Lily! Mistress Cissy told Dobby to bring children to Lady Lily if Death Eaters came!" The house elf bellowed out as he made his way through the Great Hall. James whirled around at the three approaching figures. Lily stopped her both verbal and magical assault on Dumbledore, as did Molly. Both women gave stern scowls that radiated that this was far from over.

The old wizard was thankful for the reprieve. He was forced to take the defensive with Lily and Molly. He knew that if he attacked then he would have had several more witches and wizards to tend with. He had faith in his skills, but he was starting to feel his age. He rested against the staff table and couldn't help but notice more than a few disapproving stares from his Professors.

"Dobby what happened? Is everyone alright, hurt, dead, TELL ME!" Lily ranted as she ran to Cissy's servant. The poor creature was trying to catch his breath, while Adam and Jade looked around the massive room with awe. It was at this time that Jade answered for him.

"Adam went out to help the hurt lady and the trees told him to run- ouch, well you said they did!" Jade snapped at Adam when he poked her. Apparently she wasn't supposed to tell that part. Professor Sprout took a keen notice of the reference. He was the one Emma had told her about. She most defiantly wanted to talk to him before this night was over.

"Then what happened?" Lily urged and the two looked back her from their glaring contest.

"A man grabbed me while Jade went to get help." Adam started but was interrupted by the girl at his side.

"Mum said I was supposed to stay put while she and–" Jade stopped what she was saying and gave James a stern stare. "Hey! You are supposed to be protecting mum! You promised me!"

"He's just playing a prank sweetie, please continue?" Lily reassured Jade to get her back on task. The littlest Greengrass looked between Lily and who she thought was Sirius a few times. James could feel the weight of numerous eyes upon him, but it was McGonagall's that concerned him the most.

All day long she had been noticing Sirius doing odd gestures. The way he walked, laughed, even his expressions were different. Then there was the way he interacted with Lily. They would share passing smiles that almost seemed intimate. Then there was the glow Lily had about her. She was blistering with joy all day. The only time she had ever seen Lily like that was when she was with- no it's not possible.

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck and Minerva gasped. She barely heard the story being told to Lily. Her full focus was on Sirius and the conflict between her logical mind and desperate hope. She slowly made her way to him and gently took his face in her hands. Minerva looked deeply in his eyes looking for some validation that she wasn't losing her mind.

"On my wedding day, to calm my nerves, you told me that there was no greater magic that the power of love. You were right Minnie." James whispered at he took her hands in his, and used the name she only let him call her. She threw her arms around James neck and made no attempt to hold back her sobs of joy. There was a time she would have questioned this, but all she wanted to do was hold the closest thing she had to a son in her arms "I'll tell you everything I promise." James reassured his godmother.

"MUM!" Jade screamed and ran down the Great hall at four approaching battle-worn Marauders. Their grim expressions left little to the imagination. Adam quickly caught up with Jade and both launched themselves at their mum's. The presence of not one but two Sirius Black's did not go unnoticed by Dumbledore and his Order.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore demanded. Minerva stood between James and any that would dare threaten him that included those she considered friends. Lily walked over to James and planted a bold Gryffindor zealous kiss on his lips. If that didn't leave Dumbledore flabbergast, then she removing the Glamour Charm on James face certainly did.

It was tradition that if the Council of Elders was called then the herds must remain in their own territory. If any should venture beyond their borders during the gathering besides the herd chieftain and his or her two best bodyguards, it was an act of war. Macnair knew this and it was why they now had the Council of Elders surrounded and at their mercy. It was his job to know such things. He was after all the Dark Lord's Beastmaster.

"You have no place in our forest, dark wizards! You presence in the sacred clearing is just another example of your vial vile people'ss disregard of our sovereignty and culture! These insults will not go unpunished!" Bane yelled as he took a few steps forward and raised up on his hind legs for added effect. If he or one of his bodyguards could just get to his horn, then they could sound the alarm. His herd was the closest and he was sure they would come swiftly. Having the other herds chieftains's in his debt would also be most beneficial.

"Sadistic mental bitch!" Thorfinn Rowle complained after he Apparated in while holding his injured face.

"She caught you looking at her breasts," Macnair laughed out as the man approached him. His fellow Death Eaters glare told him he was spot on.

"Everything is setup and ready with the werewolf and she-bitch. What are we waiting for with this lot?" he grumbled out.

"The Dark Lord wanted to say a few words to them before we kill them all." Macnair boasted and took pleasure in the centaur leader backing up at the mere mention of his master's name. This was going to be easier than he thought. His disillusion of supremacy was soon shattered by the sound of the next voice.

"I thought I told you that that if you entered my forest again your punishment would be severe. The Orks learned that the hard way," Ginny warned then as she walked into the clearing bold and confident. It was a good ruse, since her heart was beating so fast she was sure it would soon burst from the strain. She needed to buy the others time to get into position.

"Deceitful witch, I will not fall prey to your lying ways a second time. It was the Shadowfiend that took out the Orks and he isn't with you now. You're all alone and now I have one more prisoner I will be giving to my Dark Lord. He will reward me for you,." Macnair sneered with a toothy grin. Ginny made her way directly in front of Council.

"Does the Council of Elders recognize and endorse my claim?" Ginny asked them while ignoring Macnair's remarks. One by one they nodded their heads in agreement. The leader of the unicorns trotted up to her and in a show of respect bowed its head to her. Ginny returned the gesture. The unicorn reared up on its back legs and neighed. Ginny felt a sudden and profound calm settle on her. Thus was the power of the divine creature.

"I will give you foolish ones that blindly follow Tom Riddle one chance to leave now," Ginny warned as she turned around to faces of her enemy's. She raised one finger to demonstrate her point. "Only one chance before you share the Orks and the Ancient's Vampire Clan's fate." Her boast was met by hardy laughs from the Death Eaters. A Lynx's roar came from the darkness of the forest and Ginny grinned most sinisterly at Voldemort's forces. "You were warned."

Harry stood in his human form just outside the boundaries of the wards. He was dressed in his Basilisk trench coat, no wand, just two swords shining in the moonlight. He raised them above his head and they started to glow as they absorbed the moonlight until it extended its grace over his entire body.

"Goddess Morrigu! Great Moon Mother and Supreme Goddess of War, Fate and Death! Reign over this battlefield and lend me your grace to protect your chosen daughters and spite the wicked!" Harry yelled to the heavens in the tongue of the Succubi, so she would know his intent was pure and true. The wind whispered her response for those that knew how to listen.

"Fear not my chosen daughters brave warrior, if your heart is true, your sword swift and your cause righteous. Their taint will not pass on to you. This I pass on to all that follow the path of the virtuous."

Harry closed his eyes and smiled knowing the protections were in place. In his gut he knew this was going to be one of those nights where the fate of many would change forever. Wither it would be prosperous of tragic was yet to be written. He had not forgotten all Sasha's lessons. The Goddess Morrigu only watched over the battlefield, never interfered. Though she was known to give inspiration in the most critical of times to those she found worthy and had the insightfulness to take notice of her guidance.

This was his last gift to the ones he loved. Harry's last whisper of calm before he released Shadow completely and the hellstorm he would unleash on his enemies. Everyone has an inner beast that comes out in time of distress or anger; to do what is needed for survival. Most people keep it caged because they don't understand themselves or are ashamed to admit that the beast is a part of them. They do not know that it is a blessing, not a curse.

Others see it as raw power and energy to be used as they wish, and that they are its master.

Those that believe this are as delusional as they are ignorant. A caged beast only wants freedom, to be what it was always meant to be. When denied ,its most hallowed of rights the beast becomes angry and when released lashes out at anything it can find. Instead of given understanding it is usually shunned and locked away. That only repeats the cycle and intensity until it again escapes.

For those rare few that chose to run with their beast and embrace their more primal side, they are the true masters. For they accept their darkness as well as their light. It is not an easy path, but the precarious undertaking is the only path to true balance. Only then do they know their own heart, mind and magic. Only they are their own masters and can safely wield all the power within.

Harry opened his eyes and with all his senses saw beyond what he or shadow could separately have done. He could feel the enchantments that would trap him, smell the pack of werewolves that were hiding in wait, smell their fear. Beyond the traps hidden should he step too far in the wrong direction. Onward to the two that were the reason he was here.

Greyback and Sasha, both their hearts were beating rapidly. His scent was easy to read. Excitement for the battle that was about to happen, and there was a time that Harry would have joined him in the thrill of putting himself to the test. The love of a good woman showed him that was selfish arrogance. The true measure of a man is in how he lived his life, not what he could do.

Harry had his own pack of people that were precious to him. It was once just three, Sirius, Mum and him. Over the years his list of precious people grew. Moonbeam, Moony, Nympy, Sasha and her people, Aunt Cissy, now Emma, his Dad and his most precious of all Ginny. For them he would fight, for them he would kill and need be die.

Then there was Sasha, all his senses screamed out it was truly her. Harry's eyes took in Sasha's battered body and guilt swelled up in him. They had taken her beautiful wings, her tail, dared to beat and whip her. His guild turned into a cold deadly rage. She was of his pack and no one fucks with his pack. If Greyback wanted blood then blood he shall get.

"Show me Boy!" Greyback growled from across the clearing. Harry morphed into his hybrid form, not because he was told to, but because he wanted to scare the bastards pack. The nights wind told him he was successful in that task at least.

"Well, here we are again, but this time you have nothing to trade with me for your former lover, boy!" The werewolf taunted and got only a growl in response. He had expected a cheeky response given what they heard about Potter. The cold silence was a little unnerving.

Bellatrix's lips curved up. They were expecting him to be unhinged when he arrived. A crazed man makes mistakes, but Potter's icy death stare gave nothing away and that earned her respect if only just a sliver of it. The wind changed and with it Harry's scent came back to her. Bellatrix's breath hitched as her senses took it in. Desory's devotion to not betray him made so much more sense to her now. He smelled delicious and his magic was calling out to her. The succubus's body was having a very profound reaction to his presence. Bellatrix had to use all her hate for him and who his parents are to force down her growing desires. She honestly didn't understand how the woman functioned around Potter.

"Tell you what Potter, hand over those swords and I'll let you have her.!" Greyback yelled across the clearing once more. This time he got a response.

"I don't make deals with dead men!" Harry yelled back and he crossed his swords over his head. The light of the full moon shimmered off of them and for a moment they seemed to glow. Whatever incantation he was canting was lost to the howling wind that seemed to pick up out of nowhere. Potter swung his swords in an outward arc and released a large wave of magic. All the disillusioned werewolves and traps appeared.

The wind changed again and Shadow breathed in Sasha's scent and with it every memory he had about her. With them came the emotions as well, and it overpowered his resolve to maintain control. The first time they met and the curve of her lips as she grinned mischievously. How her laugh always cheered him up regardless of his mood. Sasha's playful humor that only enhanced her seductive nature, but mostly he remembered how she was the first to see the man within when his mum, Sirius, Remus and Tonks sill saw the kid. She believed in him, when even he didn't. So many emotions screaming out and he no longer could contain them. The night filled with his war cry as Harry charged into battle.

The first two werewolves that attacked him were cut in half at their midsection when Shadow dropped to his knees and slid between them and under their swing claws. The blades cut through them like they were made of butter. The power of his Moonblades was shown, for when their bodies landed they were once again human.

Shadow leapt into the air and kicked his next attacker in the neck with a loud crack and lunched off in a spiral twist that brought him down behind two others. Their heads soared, as their bodies dropped. Pivoting on his heel and twisting out of the way of a lethal attack that would have severed his spine, Shadow brought up his left sword to block a claw racing at his head and severed his enemy's leg with the sword in his right one. Again whatever werewolf the sword touched reverted back into their human form in spite of the presence of a full moon in the night's sky.

Greyback howled loudly to the moon. It carried across the land and made its way to Hogwarts, the forbidden forest, and upward to the Desory Keep. All that heard knew his furry, his pride and his power. The fledgling were down, now the true battle would begin. Out of the trees that surrounded the clearing more howls answered his call. A great many to be precise and in every direction werewolves one hundred strong, came charging into the clearing. Greyback's true pack, his werewolf army showed its fangs, and with one goal in mind. Kill the Shadowfiend.