Fenir Greyback sat hunched below the Whomping Willow awaiting what seemed to be the greatest day of his life. He knew the Dark Lord would respect him greatly after he returned. Most said it was over, that he finally was gone, but Fenir knew of The Deathly Hallows, and in finding the Resurrection Stone anything would become possible.

"There are three of them, "Arthur said pulling back the curtain. Across the street were two Death Eaters and a small werewolf. "They have been there since two this morning."

Harry's memory from the night he met at King's Cross comes back to him, but in a different, dangerous way.