Dusk washes over the heavy tree tops casting shadows across the leaf padded forest floor below bringing with it the silvery piercing light of the full moon. Slowly the underbrush comes to life, the inhabitants of the forest starting on their nightly excursions. Tucked away from the possible prying eyes of any wandering humans sits a fox warren, a soft glowing light giving away its entrance to the dark world. Soft whimpering cries start deep within the earth following a silver fox out of the warren's lit entrance and out into the night air. Taking tentative steps from the small cavern the fox turns back and presses its nose softly against one of the many moss covered stones. Whispering in a long forgotten language her eyes glow a bright earthy green as the warren's entrance is apparently swallowed once more into the earth.
Stepping back from where the entrance had just been a young woman with hair to rival that of the silvery moon looks up into the night sky with wanting eyes before taking refuge beneath the large hood of her traveling cape. Gliding through the dense underbrush without making a single sound she walks an unseen path through the moon speckled forest leading possible attackers farther and farther from her home. Finally reaching what appears to be the edge of the forest the young woman pulls her hood down and steps into a brightly lit clearing. Lifting her silvery head up to the sky she makes her way to the center of the clearing and kneels, seemingly in prayer. Reaching into an unseen bag at her side she draws forth an ancient mirror and sits it at her knees, reflecting the full moon's light back at itself. Reaching into the ornate sleeve of her wine colored gowns she summons a wand of the palest wood and lightly taps the glass of the mirror before her as she whispers words in that long forgotten language. As the wood taps on the moon filled glass it starts to ripple and swirl like a clear pond, reflections from far away places dancing across its surface before her eyes.
"Lewana?" The images in the mirror settle to reveal the face of an old silver-haired wizard with electric blue eyes. "To what to I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
"Albus, old friend, they're coming for her. I feel it." Her crystal bell voice chimes softly against the surprising silence of the forest surrounding her.
"Are you sure, my lady, every precaution has been put into place to protect your daughter. As the last living member of the Aes Sidhe tribe the Ministry and the Order have put forth every bit of security we can afford to expend." His soft concerned voice whispers softly from her rowan wood wand at her knees.
Before a response can pass through her rose petal lips something catches her keen eye from across the clearing. Amber flashes in the underbrush bringing with it a deep feral growl, heavy paws crushing the life out of the small ferns underfoot. Lumbering into the brightly lit clearing a massive wolf raises his heavily scarred snout to the moon and lets out a long cold howl. Eyes widening in terror ivory fingers wrap around the comforting wood of her wand as Lewana stands leaving the mirror with the man still on the ground. Feral eyes settle on the fae woman, yellowed teeth flashing in the moonlight as the werewolf snarls and starts to circle her cutting her off from easily being able to escape. An odd fluttering sound masks the predatory growls and snarls as a long opaque pillar of pitch dark smoke streaks through the night sky and lands between the woman and the wolf.
"It would appear, my dear, that the game of fetch that I set my dear friend on was a well placed endeavor." A hissing reptilian voice replaces the fluttering sound bringing with it a cold sense of despair. "Now, fairy, where is the child?"
With a wide flourish of her cloak Lewana turns on her heel, dark cloak falling to the dew covered ground where a woman once stood is now a silver fox. A deep barking snarl sounds from across the clearing as the small fox takes off through the underbrush followed closely by the thundering paws of the massive werewolf. Sighing as the two crash through the overgrown forest Lord Voldemort walks slowly over to the discarded and now blank mirror, with one transparently white foot he crushes the looking glass leaving behind a shimmering silver powder.
Heart racing so fast it felt as though it would burst Lewana jumps over roots and rocks tumbling through the dense forest looking for anyway to lose the monster barreling after her. Skirting around the massive trunk of a gnarled old oak tree she loses her footing and crashes into the base of another yelping in pain as its bark bites into her dense fur. Sides heaving with the effort to breath the fairy shakes herself and manages to ignore the pain enough to drag herself up ready to run once more. Ivory white teeth snap in her face as large talon shaped claws slam her back into the tree trunk painfully. Crying out in pain bright green eyes flutter closed as blood the color of the setting sun and twice as bright stains her pure silvery pelt.
Lumbering back into the clearing with his prize gripped firmly in his jaw Fenrir drops the now dead fae woman at the feet of his master and bows his head in submission. Sighing down at the bloody mess lying before him Voldemort lifts his bone white foot and rolls her onto her back. Gashes leave the fabric of her dress ripped and tattered matching the too pale skin underneath, as her limp form is carelessly pushed to the side her long shimmering moon hair begins to fade along with her last breaths.
"Go find the child. The fae has alerted the Order of our presence, they'll be coming for her soon enough." Voldemort turns on his heels and disappears into a spiraling column of smoke leaving Fenrir with the dead woman.
Back at the warren two loud pops sound, bringing with it a couple of young men. Wands waving through the air the two men manage to reveal the entrance to the small earthy tunnel. Sliding onto his hands and knees one of the men starts to shift and changing turning into a large black dog. Crawling through the low hanging entrance the dog disappears only to return a few moments later carrying a small squirming bundle. Standing again the now barely clothed man holds the sleeping child close to his chest and looks at his partner. Turning his pitch dark head to the sky the other man nods, causing moonlight to glint off of his glasses as they turn on the spot and disappear into the eerily silent night.
A small scream of terror pierces the night followed swiftly by the sound of running feet and a bedroom door slamming open. A very young man with tawny brown hair rushes into the room followed closely by a sleep disheveled black haired man. Reaching the small sobbing girl the first man pulls her silver head into his chest making small sounds of comfort as his companion perches on the footboard. Stroking her hair and whispering calming words the young Remus Lupin looks to his dearest friend with concern.
"Breean, love, you're all right. It's all right. It was just a dream, right Sirius?" Sweet green eyes meet dark brown ones as he tries to calm her.
"Of course it was, you're perfectly safe with us, darling."
"I-i-I had the dream again! About a lady and a wolf and a scary man in black! Uncle James was there with you daddy, and I saw Mr. Dumbledore." The panic stricken four year old whimpers and looks up to her "father" with those big blue eyes.
After nearly an hour of coaxing and hair stroking Breean has finally drifted back to sleep and the two young men make their way quietly down the hall to their respective rooms. Muttering farewells in the darkened corridors they return to their beds. One curling under his heavy blankets and staring up at the canopy of shifting stars above while the other kneels before a dimly lit fireplace whispering to an old man made of flames.