Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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She had never been to the Burrow, but the Weasley's had seven children so it must always be busy. However, this level of organised chaos was something she was unaccustomed to. Members of the Order bustled in and out relaying news or staying for meals, but none were more intriguing to Scarlet than Molly. Mrs Weasley was all over the place, shunting orders and having minor panic attacks. She was planning a wedding, running a home, host to a rebellion and all the while was determined to keep Harry, Ron and Hermione apart. It was surprising she hadn't exploded yet.

"Scarlet while you're here- Heaven when are you leaving? You won't mind helping with the preparations for Bill and Fleur's wedding will you?" Molly asked her when they bumped into each other on the stairs well.

"If I'm too much, I can leave." Scarlet offered.

"Oh no dear! It's fine! I'll take that as a yes then, there's still so much to do." She breathed briskly then hurried away muttering something about the twins and smiling.

On the third night of her stay, bringing out plates to the table, Scarlet jumped as the front door opened, and Mr Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in. They were often joined by other Order members for dinner now, because the Burrow had replaced number twelve, Grimmauld Place as Headquarters. The kitchen was so crowded that evening it was difficult to manoeuvre knives and forks.

Hungry and unable to stand her inability to eat properly, Scarlet resulted in transforming just her head and cleaning her plate in one mouthful. Though this stunt was received with mixed attitudes, laughter from most but a look of disgust was shared on Fleur's and Molly's face.

Scarlet sat in between Fred and Bill and she enjoyed talking to them both. Bill was the only one present who understood her, and she him. Fred was also her first love and she was surprised they lasted this long, even with that little hiccup in between. Although she knows things he doesn't, and that she would rather not him know.

The Delaclours arrived the following morning at eleven o'clock. The five of them- Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Scarlet were feeling quite resentful towards Fleur's family by this time, and it was with ill grace that Scarlet stayed for the remainder of the weddings time. She hadn't seen Remus since the night they lost Mad-Eye. Lost in this depressing memory Scarlet hadn't noticed Molly's attempts for her attention.

"Scarlet dear."

"Oh! Sorry! What do you need?" Scarlet stammered out of her trance.

"I know we have plenty of security here already, but could you please transform and help Arthur escort Fleur's family here." She asked tentatively.

"Yes, of course." Scarlet replied her bones popping and her last word a growl ran off towards a nearby hill where the Delaclour's were to arrive by Portkey.

Her paws padding quickly across the ground she had some small time to think to herself. She had never been to a wedding and the only formal events that she had attended was Slughorn's party and the Yule Ball. She wasn't much of a dancer either. But something else was bugging her, she felt out of place at the Burrow, it felt odd, more so she felt it was the reason Molly sent her on errands not as a girl but as a wolf.

"Oh Scarlet, Molly sent you?" Arthur jumped at her arrival, "I can take care of myself." The sounds of her bones popping must have startled him, it is after all an unusual and unpleasant sound.

"Well, there's no harm in extra safety." Scarlet grimaced and waited by Arthur's side.

"They should be arriving soon, we'll have to explain your presence of course." Arthur bounced on the balls of his feet, and not a moment later a flash of blue light grew and three figures stood before them.