Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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Downtown London was no threat to someone who could transform into a wolf, or a witch for that matter. Except now You-Know-Who was active and the thought of walking anywhere was frightening. Scarlet limped along, having earlier tripped and hurting her ankle, it was too risky to wander about the streets in her wolf form, and so she clutched her wand tightly in her hands. She would usually have been more comfortable with this night life but she wasn't in her usual attire, and was thrown many wolf-whistles as she walked. Wolf-whistles, honestly...

She needed more suitable wear and she needed to find someone, anyone from the Order. She'd even be happy seeing Mundungus. Well... She wouldn't be entirely happy, but just seeing someone she knew would hopefully suffice. She found herself in a small alcove and leaned against the wall, exhausted. She examined her ankle, it was nothing serious, and much to Sunday's protests she could practically hear in her head, removed her shoes and threw them away absently. She'll have to both apologise and thank Sunday later for lending her the dress she was wearing, the dress she so desperately wanted to remove, in place for something more comfortable.

A thought struck her, mid aggravation. Face palming her self for not thinking of this sooner she checked to see if no one was around. Cautiously she raised her wand and murmured the incantation. "Accio my clothes."

She waited patiently but her mind was focused on her clothes. They would be miles away, and there'd be no doubt a muggle would see her jeans flying across the sky, but this was war and so magic was necessary. Five minutes, ten minutes passed and she still waited in silence. Then faster than she had anticipated her boots came flying and hit her firmly in the abdomen. The rest of her clothing followed and she grunted to dismiss the pain in her stomach.

"I'm usually more prepared than this..." She muttered to herself as she briskly changed.

Her statement wasn't entirely true, but perhaps this lack of organisation was purely because she was scared. She had never been so scared before, and more than anything she wished for her parents. Her previous destination filled her with unnecessary emotion, something she didn't need when the next day could be her last.

Having finished changing from formal to casual wear she conjured a satchel from thin air, quite literally drawing it in to existence with her wand. She packed away her dress and even reluctantly placed her shoes into the bag. Making a mental note to send them back to Sunday in Romania. Sighing with relief for surviving this long she allowed herself to rest.

At that moment, something large and silver came falling from the sky. Gleaming, elegantly, the wolf stood before her and spoke with the calm voice of her father. It was good to hear his familiar, hoarse tones.

"I'm no longer being followed, meet me at Grimmauld Place, be sure to apparate onto the top step before the front door. Be safe."

It was interesting how members of the Order could make their Patronus' speak, Scarlet was sure either Dumbledore or McGonagall came up with it. The silver wolf vanished, and Scarlet straightened herself with the newfound determination of something to do. Turning on the spot, she vanished.

The air stung at her face as she was released through the tube of space and time. She found herself on the doorstep of Sirius' old home, although now it belonged to Harry. She'd have to find her own home one day, she couldn't live in Hogwarts forever and as an adult witch she couldn't spend her days at Tonks and Remus' no matter how much she would like. Brushing the thought aside as there were more desperate matters at hand she opened the door.

As Scarlet closed the door behind her, the gas old-fashioned gas lamps sprang into life, causing flickering light along the length of the hallway. She took a small, cautious step forward, it could be a trap.