Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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The rise and fall of her paws upon the gravel, was unpleasant, it felt nothing like the grass of Hogwarts or the forest, but it had to be so. All these precautions, all this planning was really very agitating. She missed the joining of her new family, had to spend days away from her boyfriend, and all the while she sat guard for the Chosen One. The Chosen One, yes he was important, and clearly he was to be protected, You Know Who wanted to kill him so badly. It was almost as though someone had given him Ammorteia.

But all for Harry. Couldn't someone else have guarded the boy, no, that job was left to a monster just as bad as the Death Eaters. An abomination, and the result of breeding. A half-breed, not even as ordinary as one of the monsters from whence it came. No, the job of protection can be given to the monster, the expendable, the worthless. What would it matter if her life was taken, but Harry's was saved.

Yes, even now she could relate to his complains. Saint Potter. No, she wouldn't turn her dislike into an obsession. She wouldn't stoop so low. As for the monster, if that's what she truly was, it didn't stop her from being loved by three important people. The main who raised her as a pup, the man who taught her how to grow up and appreciate her misfortune, and the man that allowed for love to reach her. Hagrid, Lupin and Fred. No, if she was a monster it didn't matter because she was loved.

They should be ready to go, yes, they'd be waiting for the all-clear. Her silence and red sparks. One howl and it meant trouble, but silence was golden and meant safety. Except, for the usual quiet of Privet Drive, even now the silence felt suffocating. Something wasn't right. She could see no danger, hear no danger and even her sense of smell suggested safety, but that only worried her more. Where were the Death Eaters? Surely they'd be close by, watching and waiting for the masters desire to show himself. Except all was still. Not even the air seemed to move.

But it was too late, she howled mere seconds after their lift off, they were flying right into a trap, and there was nothing she could do now. Yes, she could hear the bangs, and smell the spells as they were fired above her. Not even she knew the full extent of the plan, she only hoped it was enough. Running faster than she thought she ever had, she arrived to her broomstick with haste. Her bones popped and before long she had kicked off into the air. It was most definitely a trap.

The sky would look like a spectacular light show to the muggles below, unaware of the battle hiding above the clouds. Flashes of red, flashes of green. Spells aimed to stun and kill. Maniacal laughter, high pitched screams and the screeches and beating of Threstrals. The sky was aloof with danger. Ducking and swerving, she raced in search of her friends, but at her risk. She needed an advantage, and only now did she truly appreciate her advanced senses. She could see clearer, and hear the noise with perfection.

If she wasn't aiming spells at Death Eaters she was searching for her comrades, but every time she looked for one face in particular he was not there. She saw a glimpse of Hagrid in his enchanted motorbike, a whip of Lupins greying hair, but whether she looked the only orange she saw was Arthur. Where was Fred, and why had she seen so many Harry's. Realisation could have hit her so hard in the face she would have fallen off her broom. Of course. Polyjuice Potion.

She knew now, she would not be able to find him and that it would be best to follow with the rest of the plan. The portion of the plan she had been filled in on. She was to fly the furthest of the Order, where everyone else would stop and take a Portkey, she was to fly all the way to the safe zone that was the Burrow. Difficult as she had never been there before.

Exhausted, she finally touched down, she had felt the wave that could only imply enchantments and it confirmed her location. She was here at the Burrow, a familiar face came running and a sigh of relief issued from her mouth. Ginny and Molly Weasley came rushing forward, both looking anxious, unaware of the others health. But before they could utter a word, Scarlet had already wasted her breath.