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The Trail of a Team

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P R O L O G U E

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The Great Hall was silent except for a few broken sobs throughout the room; Harry Potter and his friends just joined the group with the Weasleys, their own faces wet with salt.

"At least we have the mission done," whispered Hermione to his ear. "So it's okay, Harry, these people died to save themselves as well as the wizard world. Not just you. It's not all your fault."

Harry wished she stopped talking because this did not make him feel better at all. "Yeah mate," broke out Ron, looking at his dead brother. "We came out bruised and scratched, but we're alive, you know." Ron put his hand on his mother's shoulder and she threw her arms around his neck.

Harry wished he would quit talking too. After all, his family was his haven when he needed escape. And now, his brother was dead.

Without warning, the Great Hall's doors flew open, a gust of wind entering. Harry whirled around, to see the strangest group of people he'd ever seen—they were clothed in the strangest clothes, and one of them had pink hair.

Harry stared open-mouthed as the group walked in, everyone's attention on them for a change. The one with the pink hair smiled a secret smile and she sat down on the floor—just like that, breaking away from the impressive group.

The group then—without hesitation—went to each dead person, feeling their pulse, at the neck or the arm. The one with pink hair took something out, like a small first-aid kit. That won't help, he thought bitterly. Is she a nut?

But then he saw them clearly for a second, they were all wearing masks with animals: one with blond hair and Dumbledore-like eyes was wearing a fox mask that covered his upper face only, as all of the masks did.

Another with black hair the shape of a chicken's behind wore one with a serpent, one with dead eyes wore a wolf and the girl next to him wore a seal, then another girl next to him, one with the same dead eyes, wore a mask of a dog.

"Do you know," said the fox, "that they're staring at us?" he asked, looking straight at Harry.

"What was your first clue, pea-brain?" asked the pink-haired one, as she got a needle cleaned, "The eyes or the hanging mouths?"

"Well, the hanging mouths," he admitted. The fox then picked up Tonks's body and flew across the room to the Pink's little place. "She's alive, Swan, just out."

Tonks is alive? Harry's heart thumped loudly.

"Good." The Pink then inserted something in her mouth, then a second later she checked her mouth again.

For about five minutes that what they did, bought dead people to the Pink and she would smile, then do something, and the people would stay dead.

"This one's alive." The one with the serpent mask knelt down to Fred, feeling the redhead's heartbeat. "A spell."

The Pink did everything Harry'd never seen. She gave some pills, others she inserted something through a shot, and then sometimes she just cut their arms or legs and sucked some blood out with a very strange little tube thing that looked like a pen.

"All done?" whispered the one with the dead eyes and the dog cover, "Swan?"

"Not yet. Help me, her life is slipping away."

Then she looked up, the Pink searched the room and they landed on Harry, he felt his body go rigid as he saw her eyes.

Green.

She smiled, then mouthed, Good job.

A second later she out down the last body of a man and she stood up, another gust of wind followed and they were no longer there.

Who was she?

What were they doing?

Mommy, mommy, she took Zan's body away!

Wait! Look, they're moving!

Harry jerked his head, sure enough Fred's head was up, his eyes dazed. "Wassupwitu?" he asked Harry, the first person he saw.

Harry could not quite answer.

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A/N:

Fox is Naruto

Swan is Sakura

Serpent is Sasuke

Seal is TenTen

Dog is Hinata

Wolf is Neji