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"Harry!" I yelled. He turned to see the snake dead at my feet before returning to Voldemort just as the Dark Lord hit Dumbledore with a curse. The old man flew back and hit the wall, crumbling to the floor.

Fenrir's hands grabbed me again and this time pressed me up against a pillar.

"You will pay for that, you little shit." He growled. "I was going to take it easy with you... Let you enjoy some of it too. But now all you are going to feel is pain when I take you. Dumbledore is down. How long do you think little Potter is going to last-"

Before his words even finished escaping from his lips, I saw my godfather get hit by an electric green curse and fall to the ground.

"Well. I guess that answers my question." Fenrir smiled.

"No! Harry, no!" I shouted, fighting against the large werewolf holding me. "No!"

It was happening all over again. I didn't change anything! Harry still died, the Dark Lord still won! Only now it was worse, because Harry died so young, I was going to be left as a werewolf's bed toy, and there was no hope for anyone now... The last time Harry kept fighting for years after he had lost. Now he was just gone.

Nobody was fighting anymore. The Death Eaters were rejoicing and all of the Order was stunned. I saw my father holding back a sobbing Sirius as he tried to run to his godson.

I was brought back to my predicament by Greyback hitching me higher against the pillar so there were several inches between my feet and the floor.

"We are going to have a lot of fun, you and me." he chuckled. "I like 'um young. And innocent. They scream so much better."

"You are sick!" I spat.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he said, dragging a rough nail that looked more like a claw down my already shredded cheek. "You don't speak unless spoken to, pet."

"I am not your pet!"

His nail dug more into my skin. I clenched my teeth together to keep from making any noise of pain. Tears streaked down my face but they were not shed for myself. They were shed for everybody. I knew what would happen next. I had seen it with my own eyes. I knew what the world would become.

"Aww, don't cry little puppy." He crooned. "You are going to do a good job trying to please your Alpha, yes? I will be so much better to you if you cooperate..."

The Dark Lord was making a speech in the back ground. I wasn't really listening and didn't want to. I didn't want to hear about his victory. Fenrir took my silence as a sign of submission.

"Good puppy..." He ran his disgusting hand through my hair before trailing it all the way down my back and squeezing my butt. I tensed and began fidgeting again.

"No, no, don't-"

A scream cut him off. We both turned to look. Harry was standing, wand aloft and pointing at Voldemort, very much alive.

"Harry...?" I gasped quietly. Ministry members were also arriving, looking at the scene before them in shock and disbelief before joining the fray to attempt to round up the Death Eaters, who now were quickly disapperating.

"Stand and fight, you cowards!" Bellatrix Lestrange shouted. Fenrir growled and I found my arms pinned to my side again and a large hand over my mouth as he dragged me off into the shadows, trying to slink away. I tried to scream and kick and squirm, but it was like fighting against a mountain.

Something was happening with Voldemort and Harry, much like the Priori Incantatem Harry described occurred in his fourth year. Harry was pushing the ball of light along the thread that connected their wands, and just as the ball hit Voldemort's wand, there was a loud bang and explosion of light. When it dimmed and my eyes adjusted again I saw Voldemort lying on the floor. Fenrir, who had been momentarily stunned as I had, started pulling me away again.

"Mmmmph!" I shouted against his hand, kicking him in the shin with no effect at all. If he got me to an apparation point, I doubt anyone would ever find me again... I began to panic as we drew nearer. He couldn't! He couldn't! This couldn't be happening!


Fenrir was hit in the back, and went rigid for once second before his creature blood threw the curse off. He started running, pulling me with him.

"Mmph!" I yelled again.


The jinx was simple, but it made Fenrir stumble, and loosen his grip, which was all I needed. I pulled myself from his grasp and ran straight into my rescuer: my mother.

"Impedimenta! Stupefy! Patrificus Totalus!" She shouted again and again until he could no longer move.

"Don't you dare ever touch my son again!" She snarled, sounding twice as ferocious as any werewolf.

"Thanks mum..." I said, hugging her and burying my face in her cloak, trying not to let her notice how frightened I really was.

"Of course." She said, kissing the top of my head. "Come on."

She led me back to dad, who hugged me fiercely.

"Don't ever do anything so dangerous again." He chided.

"Oy, you."

I turned to see Harry with Sirius' arm around his shoulders. Sirius didn't look as if he was ever going to let go.

"I thought I told you to stay at Hogwarts." He said with a tired grin.

"Sorry about that. But I had to at least bring you the sword, but you were busy. So I took matters into my own hands." I smiled back.

"I'm just glad you are okay." He said, trying to hug me. 'Trying' being the operative word, since my parents wouldn't let go of me, and Sirius wouldn't let go of him.

"How is Dumbledore?" I asked.

"He took quite a hit, but the mediwitch over there said he would be alright." Sirius said.

Dumbledore was sitting up by now, looking as pleasant and grandfatherly as ever while Cornelius Fudge spluttered and gibbered at him. I laughed at the funny picture.

"You will be free now." Harry said as he smiled softly up at his godfather. "Fudge won't dare oppose mine and Dumbledore's words now that he has made such a fool of himself."

Sirius gave a small smile in return.

"Who... who did we loose?" I asked, looking at my parents. They took deep breaths.

"Mad-Eye, Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley... More whom I don't think you have met."

"Mr. Weasley?" Harry croaked. I looked over towards the group of red-heads clearly visible across the foyer. They all were crying, and Hermione was holding Ron in her arms as he sobbed. I felt my tears come again.

"They are starting to move people out." Mum said. "They will be coming soon to speak with you, Harry."

Harry grew pale at the thought.

"Can't we all go to Grimmauld?" I pleaded. "They won't be able to find us there, and we can talk to them later..."

"That sounds like a great idea." Sirius agreed. "Let's go home."


Things began to calm down as time went on. Or at least calmed down as much as it could. Harry dutifully gave his interviews, and then asked to be left in peace. For the most part, the Wizarding World respected his wish. My parents got married that summer with a small ceremony, and almost a year after that gave birth to my little sister, Andy, who was named after my grandmother.

We went back to school of corse, and I graduated two years after the Golden Trio. That was also the year my little brother Charles was born.

It became a long standing joke in my family that it was a good thing I never desired to become a member of the Department of Magical Transportation, due to my incredible mixup with the port-key all those years ago. But I cannot help but think that my mistake was the best thing I had done in my entire life.