A great castle rose out of the hills, its many towers and turrets braking the gray blue sky. It seemed peaceful enough to anyone who could see it, a school for witches and wizards. But that was not what it looked like to a filthy, grime covered young man crouching low in the grass. To him it was just an old riun with a condemmed sign on it. But he knew better, he had been informed of what was there. And he had his job cut out for him.

Pulling out what looked to be a very large gun, he loaded something into it's barrel and took aim at the ruins. Of course, ordinary human weapons would never affect this place, but his master's weapons would set the grounds a-shaken so bad, the wizarding community inside wouldn't know what hit them. And then his master would see that he was really worth keeping around.

He pulled the trigger once, watched an orange ball of light fly at the ruins, then loaded the weapon once more. He took aim again, but a sudden growl from behind him caused him to hesitate. The man looked back to find himself looking into a pair of amythest eyes, eyes that belonged to a great black body of a too-big wolf. Its white teeth showed through it's bared lips, a snarl escaping its throat. Bloodlust was in its eyes, but there was more to it...there was vengance as well. There was no chance to scream, as the wolf pounced on its prey, tearing him to shreds. Nothing would be left in the morning. Nothing, except, the exhausted body of a frail, pail skinned girl. But even then no one would see her, she would be gone before the first student woke.