Draco and Sasha, in her Bellatrix suit, were making their way to the Great Hall. He was fairly sure that Professor Potter would still be there. He was actually surprising to Draco was they hadn't run into a stray student yet. As they reached the bottom of the staircase Draco knew that their luck had just run out. The path, that was so clearly empty just moments before, was now blocked by a very irate looking Nymphadora Lupin. Tonks's wand flew to her hand the moment Draco and Sasha's feet hit the bottom landing, with only a hundred feet separated them.

"I see you've made your choice Draco. Aiding and abetting a known Death Eater will get you thrown straight into Azkaban. For Cissy sake and the fact I have some business that's on the personal side with Aunty Bella, I'll let you have a five minute head start. I suggest you go while you still can,." Tonks warned in a serious deadly tone. To her surprise Draco stepped in front of who she believed to be her insane aunt.

"I won't let you kill her. She only looks like Aunt Bella." Draco started. His cousin was having none of that.

"Bullocks! Do you take me for a fool! The map never lies! That is Bellatrix Lestrange!" Tonks snapped at him. She had originally had come to Hogwarts to find and talk to James, but now she had the bitch who started it all within her grasp. Thank Merlin she went to the Lair first or she wouldn't have seen the two of them appear in Snape's office.

"It's complicated, you have to believe me!" Draco pleaded with her, but was forced to deflect a stunner sent at him by the advancing Auror. Tonks started in a slow but steady walk, expecting her aunt to start shooting curses at her. The woman just stood in one place, fidgeting with what looked like a whip. She seemed almost conflicted about engaging her in battle.

Tonks had no intention of letting this advantage slip by. She decided to take a more aggressive approach and started to jog at them while sending a more fierce variety of curses in rapid succession. Draco was once again forced on the defensive, blocking her curses. Like with Voldemort, he knew once she got close he was in real trouble. Taking a chance, he covered the remaining floor between them in oil. He was hoping it would stall her advancement and buy them time to find another way to the Great Hall. His gamble came at a price, and he took a stunner in the chest and crashing into the wall behind him.

Tonks jumped into the air and kicked off of the wall nearest her. At her peak, she shot a web out if her wand which stuck to the ceiling of the hallway. She used it to swing across to the window ledge on the other side of the hall. From there she jumped and used the web spell to cross over to the other side and move further down the hall. Halting with little over half the hall to traverse.

Sasha saw the crazed look in Tonks's eyes, one she had seen in many witch and wizards before. Unfortunately, it always resulted in unhappiness for the wearer or watcher, sometimes both. Tonks wasn't buying Draco story a little bit, and quite frankly, Sasha would have a hard time swallowing it herself, and she was the one living the bloody thing. With Bellatrix's dead or alive status dancing in the back of Sasha's mind, her self-preservation instincts kicked in. In a fit of desperation Sasha used her tail to whip a nearby candle stand. As she expected it fell to the floor and a few of the candles landed it the oil that Draco had sprayed on the floor.

It ignited the oil and the corridor was soon blanketed in flames, with Tonks caught in the middle of them. She managed to maneuver to another window ledge, first using a Freezing Charm to settle the scorching gusts the fire made down to a warm breeze. Next, she summoned a school broom, enabling her to escape the oily flames of the floor.

Knowing her time was short, Sasha ran over to Draco and shook him. He let out a low groan and Sasha let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Sadly she didn't have the time to gently rouse him, so Sasha opted for a hard sharp slap across his face instead. His eyes snapped open with a jolt and took a few seconds to focus.

"Bloody hell woman! Can't leave you alone for a bleeding second!" Draco yelled as she helped him up.

"Is there another way to the Great Hall?" Sasha asked him while frantically looking for an exit.

"The courtyard, but we'll be exposed."

"She's mental, I'll take exposed over dead."

"I'm going to get you two!" Tonks yelled from her window ledge, her hair and eyes were blood red when she said it.

"Thank you for proving my point!" Sasha yelled back at her.

"Let's go," Draco agreed and directed her to the nearest window ledge. Just great, they were going to have to jump for it. "I'll go first and then I'll levitate you down." Draco instructed her.

Sasha nodded in agreement but she caught a rapidly approaching blur out the corner of her eye and jumped back just as Tonks flew between them. Sasha's fast acting saved her from getting hit, but Draco was kicked out of the window. Sasha didn't have time to see if he was hurt, because Tonks jumped off her broom and knocked Sasha on her arse with a leg sweep. The crazed Auror drove her knees down hard on Sasha's arms, pinning them to the floor. Tonks then sat all her weight down on Sasha's chest, making it hard to breath. She them drilled the business end of her want into the soft flesh under her aunt Bella's chin.

"Tell me how you brought James back and I might let you live!" Tonks growled at her prisoner. Sasha's eyes went wide as she realized that the Death Eaters actually did it. They brought James back to life, and of course the crazy witch that stole her body had to be the one to do it. Honestly, was there a higher power at work here or what?

"I-do-n't-kn-ow," Sasha rasped out honestly. Tonks slapped her across the face and then buried her wand between two of Sasha's ribs. Burning flesh and blistering skin soon followed. After twenty seconds Tonks wand was back on Sasha's throat.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! I can do this all day. You want to know why? Because I haven't forgotten what you did to me at Lestrange Manor. How does it feel to be on the receiving end for a change bitch?"

"I'm not- AAHHHHH!"

"Tell me or the next one will be of the acid persuasion and in your face!" Tonks screamed. Sasha knew there was no reasoning with her. She then remembered a move Harry once used on her during a night of exceedingly playful sex.

"C-can't br-ea-th," Sasha squeaked out between labored breaths. Tonks lifted up her bum a small bit so her aunt could talk. She didn't need the woman passing out on her. That was all the room that Sasha needed, and she bucked up her legs. Her ankles hooked together under the unstable woman's chin. With all her strength, Sasha pulled back violently and drove the back of Tonks' head down on the floor with a loud crack. A second later Tonks body went limp.

Sasha coughed a few times and took in some sweet smelling air. Feeling every sore muscle in Bellatrix's body, Sasha climbed on top of Tonks and checked her to make sure she wasn't too badly injured. She silently thanked the goddess of kinky sex that she was on a soft bed when Harry tried this move on her.

Sasha looked up when she heard the sounds of spells being used to put out the fire. It occurred to her that the position she was now in was not the best to be found in. A famed Death Eater renown for torture and killing, on top of a fallen Auror would not go over well. On the other end of the hallway were several Junior Marauders. Her suspicions were confirmed when several cursed were shot at her. She was too tired and sore to doge them, so Sasha braced herself for being hit by them. Just a foot from her they smashed into a shield.

"That hurt." Sasha snapped her head to the left and saw Draco climbing through the window. He slowly limped over and helped help her to her feet, all the while pointing his wand down the hall at the looming threat. Dead silence filled the hallway as the two groups studied the other for weaknesses. So focused on the common tasks, that when a falcon few threw a window and between Draco and Sasha that all parties jumped. It disappeared down the hall and Draco turned his attention back to his primary threat.

"It's not what it looks like. My aunt is defecting and I was taking her to see Professor Potter. She just started attacking us and we had to defend ourselves." Draco mislead them, it wasn't all lies depending on your point of view. They all looked unconvinced and Draco shrugged, it was worth a shot.

"And why would we believe one word out of your bootlicking mouth Malfoy?" Colin Creevey demanded while the other nodded their heads in agreement. Draco's attention was so attentive to them that he failed to take notice that the falcon had landed directly behind Sasha and him.

"To tell you the truth, I wouldn't believe me either, but my aunt is wandless, that has to account for something, doesn't it. Honestly, what Death Eater would come into the enemies camp with no way to defend themselves. She's not even that mental."

"He does make a fair point guy's, but none the less, let's not take any chances, shall we." Said a soft voice from behind him that made Draco lips curve up slightly. She was here and Draco couldn't help but look over his shoulder at her. It happened so fast that he hardly believed it was true. Sasha was hit in the back and transfigured into a small black mouse. Draco looked from her to Astoria with a look of complete betrayal. Astoria held out her hand and asked in a kind voice. "Please hand me your wand Draco?"

For a few long seconds he just looked at her unmoving, as his old self battled with his new self for dominance. The urge to curse and run was so strong, but at the same time he felt honor bound to defend Sasha. Then there was the tenderness in Astoria's eyes that practically screamed at him to trust her, His defensive stance dropped and his body suddenly relaxed, as if a great weight had been lifted. With a slight nod Draco swirled his wand in his hand so that its handle was pointing to Astoria. She took his wand with a smile and whispered thank you. She quickly pocketed it and transfigured him into a small white mouse.

"I'll take these two to Professor Potter. You lot clean up this mess and get Tonks to the Lair; summon Dilys to give her a once over to be on the safe side," Astoria told them before transforming back into her falcon. She snatched the two mice in her talons and few out the window before anyone could object.

"How can she be so calm?" Ron asked from his hiding spot in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione laid her hand on his shoulder for comfort. He gave her a weak smile and looked back at his little sister surrounded by the enemy. She knew it was killing Ron that he wasn't beside her. Even worse than his worries was his fear for them all, it was his makeshift plan to begin with. It was a practical plan and the best shot of getting the bulk of their enemies in one shot. Even so, it didn't mean that he had to like it.

"She's not, even though she's played this game before. Her heart is beating a mile a minute. Ginny just can't afford to show them any fear." Daphne told him as she silently summoned Banes horn to her.

"I still don't like my little sister out there unprotected," George whispered as he stepped next to her. His hand slid in hers and he smiled when she didn't flinch away. It was just the opposite; she gave his hand a small squeeze. That was defiantly a promising sign. "Not that I doubt her skills. Just being a big brother and all."

"So I guess the real question is, are you going to be okay?" Daphne asked with a grin and a wink. George gave a short snort before leaning down and whispering in her ear.

"A good snog might help my nerves a bit. Care to take one for the team Blondie?" George suggested while wiggling his eye brows.

"Perhaps, but I'm a bit pressed for time. Will a kiss suffice?" Daphne suggested before adding in a soft and sultry voice, "If you impress me, I just might let you see what color my knickers are."

"R-really?" The wide eyed and eager redhead gasped.

"No" Daphne giggled out. Lily was right, this was a fun game. George gave her a mock scowl. Inside he was laughing. He had to respect her nerve and delivery. She got him good with that one. He never saw it coming. There might be hope for her yet. Daphne then pulled his head down to her and kissed him proper. "That's just an appetizer. Don't disappoint me big boy." She finished before walking off in the way Ginny had shown her. George eyes never left her bum as she did.

"Bro- adjust already,." Fred shot at him after he Portkeyed back with from their house with a trunk full of goodies. Quickly and as quietly as possible, he passed out the contents to the small but determined band of Marauders. The last thing he pulled out was his and George's new brooms and old Beater's bats. The twins mounted them and kicked off of the ground.

"Going with their strengths I see," Dean laughed while nudging Seamus.

"You lot just throw those grenades high, we'll get them where they need to go," Fred whispered down at them before shooting up through the trees. George quickly followed suit.

Some fifty feet away Tracey Davis shuttered at the cold. She didn't like being this close to the Dementors, but her Patronus would be the most effective against them. The only problem was that she was cold, scared and for the life of her she couldn't think of a strong enough memory to fuel her charm. Luna seeing Tracey's distress did the most logical thing to fix the problem. She opened the girls robe and stepped into her so they could share body heat.

Tracey was a bit shocked by the act and backed up against the tree she was hiding behind. Luna ignored it and pushed her body into her more. She then started to rub her arms up and down Tracey's upper body to help warm her up. The Slytherin girl was not offended or repulsed by the unexpected act. On the contrary she rather liked it. Tracey just didn't get that vibe from Luna, but the Ravenclaw was always hard to read.

Tracey liked Luna and had on more than one occasion flirted with her. The blond girl never responded for or against it. Tracey just assumed that Luna just didn't realize what she was doing, and decided to become friends with her instead. Over the past few weeks Tracey learned to understand that Luna's mind just worked differently than everyone else's. Her logic, though child like at times, had brilliance in it. Most people found it weird, but Tracey found it refreshing and rather endearing. Tracey just wished that Luna could see how much she liked her, but this act was most likely just her logical mind disregarding social boundaries as always.

"Isn't this making you feel better? I thought you were cold." Luna asked when she saw Tracey's slight frown. The truth was it felt amazing. Luna's body was warm, soft and enthralling, but Tracey couldn't tell her that. She also wouldn't tell Luna how amazing she was and how much she wanted to kiss her at that moment.

"No, it helps loads. It's just- nothing- I'm just worried that my memory isn't strong enough." Tracey avoided the true question, and for the most point answered truthfully. Luna had a uncanny way of knowing when she was being lied to. She could tell Luna wasn't buying it, so she added.. "Everybody's counting on us. I don't want you getting hurt because I'm weak."

"I believe in you, but if you don't have a powerful enough memory. We'll just have to make one," Lovegood told her as if it was the most rational solution in her fairylike tenor, before bring her lips to Tracey's. It was by no stretch of the imagination innocent or platonic. Luna making another shocking and forward move deepened the kiss as her soft body pressed harder into Tracey's. Her Ravenclaw tongue brashly invaded Slytherin territory to find not resistance but a welcoming sigh.

Tracey always the aggressor in her past revelry, found Luna's assertiveness delicious. Luna moved her lips and tongue across Tracey's jaw line. They soon sucked on her lobe while small exploring hands discover and performed reflexology on a firm Slytherin bum.

"Luna wha-oh yea,-I mean-"

"Shhh- Don't think- feel," Luna whispered in her ear before continuing down Tracey's neck. She did as Luna said and a long moan escaped her mouth. Lovegood's hand glided up her side and lightly caressed the side of her breast, before finding arm and lastly the hand that Tracey's wand was still in. Luna guided her arm up over their heads. "Let your emotions guide your magic." She advised and without real thought Tracey did what was asked of her. A large crystal eagle emerged from her wand and hovered above them awaiting her orders.

"It's quite beautiful." Luna commented as she nuzzled close into Tracey. She in turn combed her free hand through Luna's pale tresses and taking in her scent..

"You're beautiful," Tracey told her as her hand moved to Luna's cheek. She smiled warmly at her but said nothing more. Luna's free hand interlocked with Tracey's and raised her own wand. The most pure of lights shot out of Luna's wand and into Tracey's crystal eagle. Slowly it filled with the innocence and uncorrupted depths of its casters heart. Once it was filled to full capacity Tracey sent it off to a high tree branch nearest the Dementors.

The Great Hall was filled with silence for all of ten seconds as Dumbledore and James Potter Stared each other down. Albus justified his invasion of James mind as simplify discovering if he was in fact the real James Potter. Normally Lily would curse the man for even entertaining the thought, let alone actually attempting it. This, however, was James play and he insisted that if the old man tried, she was to not interfere.

Albus assaulted James mental defenses violently. He told himself that too many lives were on the line for him to be respectful. For a second he almost believed his own lie, one that he had been saying for years to justify his actions. It sounded as hollow to him as it must have seemed to them. At first James repelled him vehemently, but just as Albus was about to concede to a pointless endeavor James open the gates and beckoned him it. His smile was too much like his sons for Albus to not understand the intent.

"How?" was all Dumbledore could muster as he pulled out of James' mind. He should have known that Sirius would have taught him the Black family ways when it came to the Mind Arts.

"You fell off the need to know list when you offered up my family for slaughter you son of a bitch!" James raged as the knuckles in his wand hand turned white. Curse after curse rolled through his mind, but even the nastiest of then felt too merciful. When it came to the betrayal and treachery against his family, James Potter was not a forgiving man.

"Peter Pettigrew was the one that betrayed your family James," Dumbledore playacted concern and hurt at the accusation of his deceitfulness. He could see in the eyes of his Order members distrust was building. None of them came to his aid during Molly and Lily's confrontation with him.

"YOU KNEW HE HAD TAKEN THE DARK MARK BEFORE WE MADE HIM OUR SECRET KEEPER!" James yelled while taking a bold step forward. The gasps of shock seemed to outweigh the ones about his sudden returned from the grave. This would have to be handled delicately if he wanted to not lose anymore supporters.

"He was acting as a spy for me. It was necessary for him to take the mark to keep up appearances. You must see reason James."

"Do not address me in common, as if we were still friends! That son of a bitch tried to kill my son the other day. Harry was better and Pettigrew secrets were ripped from that weak mind of his, secrets that ultimately reunited me with my family. You puppet may have done the deed, but your hands are far from clean, Headmaster."

"Good people were dying, good people are still dying. For the Chosen One to defeat Voldemort, he first must be marked the Dark Lord. The Prophecy demanded it. I did what had to be done for the good of the many."

"You surrendered the Longbottoms and my family up for slaughter, over some damn prophecy made by that twit!" Lily shrieked as she pointed at Professor Trelawney.

"Honestly Albus what were you thinking. No offense Sibyll, but you have predicted my death every year you have worked here, as you can plainly see I'm still alive and kickin'," the Deputy Headmistress rebuked.

"She comes from a long line of Seers, Minerva. It was either Neville or Harry the prophecy spoke of. I had every confidence that the true Chosen One would survive. It is regrettable that an innocent would be lost but-" Albus rambled out logic only to be silence by the honest outrage of another innocent.

"YOU ARE AN EVIL MAN! JUST LIKE THE ONES THAT KILLED DADDY!" Jade cried out before burying her face in her mum's chest. The look of complete contempt the woman and many of Dumbledore's own Order members spoke volumes of the mood in the room for one Albus Dumbledore. It was Narcissa Black that broke the silence as she stormed across the room to give the Headmaster her thoughts on his precious greater good.

"A society in which its survival demands the murder of an innocent child is not a society worth saving. Lord Orion Black may have ordered me to marry Lucius, and condemn me to a loveless marriage. He did it so that I could be a true spy, but he had the decency to beg my forgiveness for it. You have no honor Albus Dumbledore, and are no different from Voldemort," Narcissa stated before turning her back on him like the filth he was. As she passed by, Molly looked at her like she had grown a new head. This was not the Narcissa Malfoy that she had heard about. Arthur could see his wife's face and decided she needed to know a few things. With that in mind he pulled her aside and whispered to her.

"If not for the action of that woman as a spy, Tonks would never have been able to free our little girl. We own her a debt that can never be paid. Your mind is no longer clouded by Dumbledore's agenda. Use it and see underneath the underneath," Arthur advised her and Molly looked at him in shock. His words sunk in and as her mind tried to wrap around all the new realization contradiction what she believed for so long. She nodded her head absently.

"YOU'RE A RIGHT OLD BASTARD DUMBLEDORE!' Someone yelled from behind Albus. He spun around and saw Neville Longbottom pointing his wand at him.

"Neville you must-" Albus started, secure in the belief that he could make the boy see reason. What Dumbledore should have noticed was the reddish tint to Longbottom's eyes.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Dumbledore was thrown back as blood started to flow out of his chest. Nevimort knew that a battle between James and the old man was about to happen and he needed to beat him to it.

"That I did in the name of my mum and father. For the misery you have made of my life I have every right to take your head, but why should you be let off the hook so easily. If it's the last thing I do, it will be having you rot away in Azkaban," Nevimort spat his last words at him.

Madame Pomfrey ran over to Albus and quickly stopped the bleeding, but he needed to be taken to St. Mungo's to properly treat the curse."Why Neville?" she asked even as she continued to prepare her patient for transit.

"He conspired to commit genocide against the House of Longbottom. I am within my rights. He turned me into something that even disgusted me," he lied with the ease of decades of experience. Then he looked at Romilda for added effect, "Thanks to the love of a good woman, I believe I am starting to become a man my parents would be proud of."

Nevimort then he looked at Molly and with fake remorse continued on. "Molly I am so sorry for the way I treated Ginny. She was right to leave me for Harry. I have seen his devotion to her first hand. She belongs with him, just as I belong with Romilda.. I see that now." He saw no reason not to earn some points with the Potters as well. He recognized the ring on James's finger, and had just won Albus's wand in combat. There were many rumors about the Potter family heirloom being an Invisibility Cloak. Old stories which persisted over time did so for a reason.

James bent down and picked up Dumbledore's wand and felt an odd sensation run the course of his body. It was like a power had been bestowed on him somehow. He gathered it was just because Dumbledore's wand was powerful, and he wanted to posses it. James knew that Longbottom had won it fairly. Dumbledore should have defended himself instead of trying to talk his way out of it. The boy was clear on his intent.

"I believe this belongs to you now, Neville, is it?" James said as he reluctantly handed over Neville's new wand.

"Thanks to you. I hope that our Houses can once again be allies," Nevimort answered graciously. Now he just needed to get Potter and the old man alone.

"He's stable for now," Madame Pomfrey declared with a sigh of relief. She wasn't very happy with the Headmaster, but she had a job to do, and one she took very seriously. "I need to get him to the Hospital wing until he can be taken to St. Mungo's."

"I'll take him and make sure he can't use his magic should he wake up," James told her and levitated Albus off the floor.

"Care if I follow. I would like to know how that can be done?" Nevimort asked in his most courteous tone. James gave him a nod and the two wizards, Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey left for the Hospital wing.

Werewolves were coming in every direction at Shadow, but it did nothing to defer him from his set goal. He would free Sasha if it was the last thing he ever did. That did not mean that he was going to let a group of hairy flea-bitten mongrels take his life without a proper to hell and back fight. Pushing his legs as fast as they would go, Shadow closed the gap between Sasha and himself.

Using his swords to deflect the claws of attacking werewolves,Shadow pushed his way through the growing group. Fighting them would be pointless and time consuming. With a mighty leap in the air, Shadow drove his Moonblades into the ground where he landed.

"Tremoria Maximus!" he growled out and focused his magic through his weapons. The effect of the spell was as instantaneous as it was fierce. The ground quaked and like a ripple in a pond and the land waved out shooting spikes of stone in every direction. The werewolves that didn't get impaled were thrown back by the massive shockwave that propelled the spikes. Not bothering to take notice of the slaughtered werewolves, Shadow was once again running full force in Greyback's direction.

The second wave was rapidly approaching him. They were more experienced and knew how to fight magic. They were larger and blocked his path. Shadow threw his Moonblades and impelled the two directly in front of him.. They dropped dead and as he passed them he yanked his swords out without losing a step. Two more flanked him, one going high and the other low. He was tackled hard, but managed to roll out before either could get a grip on him. He was just getting to his feet when another werewolf plowed into his back and the two went down.

Bad breath and fangs went for his throat, but Shadows claws hound his throat first. The other two tried to pin him to the ground as the biggest one yet jumped high to pounce on him. Claws and fangs eager for the kill came down swiftly. A flash of something intercepted it and a black slender tail wrapped around the werewolves neck. The sudden redirection and combating momentum echoed in a thunderous snap.

The two werewolves that were holding him down felt graceful Succubus feet landing on their shoulders. Their slender tails were wrapped around furry werewolf necks. Willow and Bree gave Shadow a wink and they hoisted up the beasts into the night's sky. After a hundred feet or so they were released to see if werewolves could fly. Greyback found to his regret that they could not. Soon the skies were filled with Succubi dive-bombing werewolves. Some would give fatal fling lesions, while others would snap necks or shoot the beasts full of arrows.

Greyback saw his pack dropping fast and in his rage and eagerness to join the battle threw Bellatrix's Succubus body behind him without regard to where she landed. In her case that was a tree, and she slid down to its root. It took a few moments for Bellatrix's eyes to clear. What she saw when she did was like poetry in motion. Potter was on the move again and he weaved in and out of lethal attacks, and then countered with brutal if not deadly ones of his own. There was no hesitation, no regret, no mercy, just death and dismemberment to any that stood between him and her.

Again her body was reacting to his magic and her heart to the extent of his devotion to the succubus whose body she was possessing. He fought with passion she had never seen or even dreamed was possible. He was the polar opposite to her Dark Lord in every way but power and determination. He stood for everything she hated in the Wizarding world; yet she could not deny her growing desire to bed him. Was this the succubi's want or her desire? She wasn't sure anymore, and that realization terrified her deeply.

She watched as succubi and werewolf fought to the death and deep inside she felt pride in her clan. That thought unnerved her a bit more. Was she losing control? Bellatrix forced it down with all her years and knowledge in the mind arts. She looked back at the battle field and saw that in all that chaos Greyback and Potter had met in the middle.

Bellatrix in desperation to maintain control slammed her face into a protruding root she was kneeling by. Her broken nose and mouth filled with blood. The pain helped her focus and the blood helped deafen her screaming senses. She would not let herself be distracted from her duty by such a thing as wicked desire. Damn she knew this succubus body had a downside!

Hellcat slipped past Tommyboy's dark forces as she made her way to Bane. In her jaws Bane's horn was safe and secured. She sneaked behind him and used his tail to climb up. His two bodyguards flanked him so she wouldn't be seen. She trotted up his back and the Centaur reached back for his horn. Hellcat dropped it in his hand and then headed off to tell the other council members to link body parts.

She rubbed up next to Ginny's leg to silently tell her that the council was in compliance. Up to this point Ginny had baited Macnair into going on a rant about the righteousness of their cause. He had even gone so far as to call Ginny a blood traitoring whore for taking up with Potter. It took a lot of self control to not rip his ugly face off on the spot.

Harry was ten times the man this pathetic excuse for a human was. The foul man would be the first one she killed. Thanks to Daphne's training, Ginny kept her emotions in check and even looked amused by his vial remark. Once she saw Tracey's Crystal Patronus land on a high tree branch near the large collection of Dementor's, Ginny knew it wasn't going to get any better than this. It was go time.

"Bored now," Ginny yawned out as she patted her mouth in a lazy fashion for added effect. That was her signal. In that instant all the Marauders worked as one for a common goal.

"You insolent little bitch! I'll teach you to show prop-' was about all Macnair was able to get out before Ginny rocketed at him in a blur. When she stopped just inches in front of him, she had completely transformed into her Hybrid form. Fury held Macnair's throat in her clawed hand. She pulled him closer and let out a mighty roar that her mate would have been proud of.

While Ginny turned into Fury, Hellcat turned into Daphne, she threw two things at the council. The first was darkness powder that George gave her; blackening the forest in total darkness. She had warned them to expect it and to not move. The second was a Portkey that would send them to the clearing the Marauders were using. She heard the sweet sound of air rushing in to fill the void that seconds ago the council filled. Their various heartbeats were not present as well. Now it was up to Padma, Parvati, Justin and Terry to get them back to their own territories.

Two loud, yet familiar sounds of beaters bats cracked against specially made grenades. The first was a Dragon-Boggey Grenade, courtesy of the twisted but brilliant minds of Fred and George Weasley. It exploded in the middle of a large group of Gargoyles squatting in the high branches of a beech tree. They were instantly covered in thick sticky green goo. It stuck them to the tree and each other. Only a few of the gargoyles were able to break free. The other grenade blew loud and true with the sound of a sonic boom. The three giants who heads it exploded between didn't find that as brilliant as the twins did. In the disorientated that followed one of them dropped his club on the foot of the other. In no time they were fighting each other.

Tracey's crystal eagle flew in the middle of the dementors and opened its wings wide. It unleashed Luna's purity light in every direction, and the dementors flew away as fast as they could shrieking in pain. Several of the ones that took a direct hit fell to the ground. Luna and Tracey walked up to them still holding hands. They shared another tender kiss for luck before Tracey whispered that she believed in her to Luna. The blond Ravenclaw smiled as she looked to the heavens and hoped her mum was looking down on her tonight.

"Spiriotus Pilferi Negato!" Luna yelled out the spell that her mum died trying to create. Her mum had always thought the Dementor's Kiss was horrid way to die. She thought everyone soul should be judged by a higher power than the Ministry of Magic. Luna believed as her mum did and, to honor her memory, had been working on perfecting it. The key to the casting it was it had to be fueled by joy, in life and love. Luna had experienced both in her life at one time or another, but it wasn't until she had kissed Tracey that Luna had not felt both at the same time. The fallen dementors shrieked out in anguish and when their black shredded cloak flew open thousands of the souls thay had stolen over the years escaped into the night's sky.

Bane blew his horn loud and true. The centaurs chose to stay behind and fight for their land and right to live. He was only able to blow into it once more before he was shot down by a Killing Curse. He never got to hear the distant sound of countless hoofs galloping in his direction.

That all happened in the short span of time that it took Fury to make it to Macnair. She lifted the man up until his feet were dangling helplessly. Fury then unleashed her electricity into the arrogant bottom feeder. His screams of tormented agony unhinged his fellow Death Eaters even more that the contents of his bowels running down his twitching legs did. Fury threw what was left of him into the group and then moved to the next one.

Gabriella was just finishing up what happened at Grimmauld Place when through the doors to the Great Hall a falcon flew and landed on a table near everyone. It each of its talons was a white and black mouse. It looked at the collection of witch and wizards gathered together. The falcon's head tilted to the side as if studying them.

"What is it sweetheart?" Gabriella asked as she broke from the pack. The next instant the falcon transformed into her daughter Astoria. She looked down at the two mice in her hands before meeting her mother's eyes.

"As Harry is quite fond of saying, Houston we have a problem. I don't know who this Houston bloke is, but I'm guessing it really applies tonight," Astoria started.

"Those aren't really mice, are they?" Sirius inquired as he pulled his wand.

"No wands! Listen to what they have to say before you start throwing curses," Astoria pleaded with Lily knowing she was level headed and had the most influence over the group. Her Charms Professor raised one of her brows judgmentally, but nodded, none the less.

"Okay, behave yourselves boys. This should be interesting," Lily warned them and then motioned for Astoria to continue. The white mouse was the first one she transformed. Draco was back to his original state and very happy about it by the look on his face.

"Thank you for trusting me, Draco. It was the only way I could think of getting the two of you out of there without anyone getting hurt," Astoria told him and relaxed when he gave her a slight smile. She then looked to Lily and asked. "He's hurt, could you look him over?"

Lily moved to do as she requested, but a hand on her arm stopped her. Cissy stepped forward and took a good long look at her son. Her eyes welled up with tears as did Draco's. Her son ignored his painful injuries and engulfed his mum in a fierce hug that put Molly's to shame.

"I knew you were still alive," Draco sobbed into her hair. Cissy just held him as tightly as she could treasuring in this most precious of moments.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you with that monster," Cissy sobbed back at him, but Draco shook her concern off quickly.

"I was different back then, mum. You did what you had to do. It took me some time and growing up to get here, but you sent Professor Potter to show me the way, didn't you?"

"None of that Professor Potter rubbish anymore. From now on its Aunt Lily," Cissy's truest friend corrected him. Reunited mother and son shot out short laughs before looking at Lily and thanking her. The reunion was cut short when the sounds of battle was heard coming from the Forbidden Forest.

"SHITE! Um- here's the short version because we're a little pressed for time. Bootlickers and their collection of dark and uglies have captured the Council of Elders. Those of us that were out there training went to help, but we're seriously outnumbered," Astoria explained as quickly as she could.

"Who is out there?" Sirius asked.

"Ginny has taken field command, and Hestia went to get the goblin army. We don't know how long that will take. Right now it's Daphne, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Terry, Justin and the Patil twins. Daphne sent me back here to get help. On my way here, I intercepted a few of our Marauders attacking Draco and these two," Astoria gestured to Draco and the small black mouse in her hand before adding, "Tonks was knocked out."

"Is she badly hurt?" Sirius asked full of concern for his cousin. He still had to break the news to her about Remus.

"I don't know. I told them to take her to the Lair and summon Dilys to give her a once over," Astoria reassured him.

"And what pray tell, is this one's story?" Lily asked as she eyed the mouse in her hand suspiciously.

"Draco might be the better one to answer that question better then me," The young Slytherin started, but Lily didn't wait for a answer, and reversed the transfiguration on the mouse, It quickly turned into Bellatrix Lestrange. After the initial shock wore off Lily's wand was aimed between her eyes. Draco quickly broke from his mum and jumped between Lily and Sasha.

"Don't hurt her! She a friend! This isn't my aunt- well kind of anyway," Draco pleaded with Lily.

"Like hell she is! Every one of my senses is telling me that she id Bellatrix Lestrange!" Lily raged back at him. It was taking all of her self control to not throw Draco aside and end this bitch once and for all.

"Are you not familiar with the legion of the Bloody Baroness, Sirius?" Sasha asked Lord Black in her native tongue. She knew that he would understand what she spoke. Sirius looked at her in shock and confusion. Bellatrix, as far as he knew, could not speak that language. Sasha pulled her hair back so the ear ring that bound her to this evil witch's body was in plain sight.

"Did she just speak succubus?" Lily asked Sirius. She didn't know the language all that well, but she had heard Sasha and Harry speak to each other enough times to recognize the unique dialect. Lily mother instincts kicked in and she got a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What did she say?"

"Sweet Merlin, Bella you didn't!" Cissy gasped as she recognized the ear rings her sister was wearing. She then met Bellatrix's eyes with the utmost sympathy. "Who are you?"

"Sasha Desory," she told them with a softness in her tone that Cissy and Sirius never heard out of Bellatrix before. She then looked at Lily. Their eyes locked and Sasha opened her mind up so Lily could probe it. She was not good at this as Sirius was, but she was not without skill. A tear ran down Lily's cheek as she understood what Sasha had endured for her son.

"She smells like me, looks like me, and you know his nature when it comes to protecting those that are precious to him. It's a full moon tonight, and she is out in it. That means that by now she should be almost completely healed. I can't regenerate my wings and tail. Nor can either of us control the others magic. That means that she and Pride are on a even playing field. I very much would like my body back, but don't you dare hesitate if the opportunity presents itself," Sasha told her and with a nod Lily transformed into a lioness and shot out of the Great Hall in search of her son.