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Chapter One

She sat up yawning as the bright light outside spilled into her room. She looked down and her dog looked up at her dolefully yawning as well. She stretched and got up. She made her bed pushing her German Shepard, Solomon, off in the process. She showered quickly, and then started to get ready.

She pulled on her tights then her jeans over them; her favorite hoody went on then her favorite leather jacket. She pulled her hair into a louse pony tail then pushed it under her favorite cap.

As she sat on the stair leading into her living room in her small apartment. She started to lace up her high tops, about to go out on her seventy fifth job.

Finn looked like every other seventeen year old you saw on the street, except when she was going to 'work'. Otherwise she was almost always dressed perfectly, stylishly.

She had long black hair that had silver streaks through it. Or at least most people though they were streaks, if they had known they were real grey hairs they wouldn't have believed it. Most people wouldn't. She had slits as her pupil instead of circles, another thing people mistook for a purposeful appearance, created by contacts, but no they were real. They made her bright bright blue eyes even more noticeable. Her iris's already had a dark blue circle around the outside. She was tall about 5'9".

Mind you she was just about anything then the regular teenager, far from it in fact!

Her door bell rang so she went over to open the door. She opened the door to find her older brother smiling staring down at her maliciously.

"What?" she asked savagely.

"Is that the best you can muster for your dear big brother?" He asked barging into her house. "I see you have a new dog."

"Go anywhere near him and you will get more then scars like last time." She snarled at him as she watched him sit in one of her favorite chairs.

"Fine, I have acquired a more elegant taste now anyway."

"Sure you have, now I am late, what do you want."

"So you are still doing what you do? I would have thought your condition would present problems. You know muggles asking awkward questions…"

"What I am does not interfere with what I do." Her voice was like a sharp snarl.

"Sure, look I am on a schedule, I can't waste time reminiscing," He was trying to get under her skin which wasn't all that hard but she wasn't going to let him this time. "You need to teach me how you can control it." She stared for a moment.

"You are far too immature to be able to control it, you don't have the discipline." She opened the door. "Now, LEAVE!"

"Why don't you come with me? It will be more fulfilling then your random little kills."

"I have already told you, I am not interested." He stared at her.

"You know we are the only ones from the same family, a very rare situation and we should stay together, I could give you more protection." She scowled.

"Sure, all you want is to see if you can mix our blood to create a super being. I told you I want no part of it, okay?"

"Who is your next assignment?"

"I dunno, some one called uh," She pulled out an old purple notebook from her leather backpack that was by the door and flipped through the pages until she came to the correct one. "Hermoine Granger." She looked at her brother. His face was scrunched up in thought. "What?"

"I know that name…but from where?" He leaned on the door frame so she couldn't close the door. "Right, she is one of the Potter boy's friends." Now this intrigued Finn.

"Harry Potter?"

"The one and only," Her brother sucked his teeth and looked at her. "Who set you up to it and for how much?"

"Rita Seeker and I don't discuss finances, with anyone!" Her brother stared for a moment.

"You know she is a witch, right?"

"Of course, I am not stupid, part of the contract, they have to sign."

"Huh, I would like to see this contract one day."

"I am sure you would."

"You know there is only a week left."

"Yes."

"I thought we could go out together." He gave her the twisted smile he was so well known for.

"I don't share your view of what flesh tastes good, now, good bye Fenrir!" She slammed the door.


"How are you feeling?" Ron asked gingerly looking at his brother. Bill looked at him.

"Fine,"

"Really?" asked Harry staring at Bill.

"What are you afraid I am going to change? I didn't in the last two months."

"True, but who knows." Said Fred.

They all sat in the living room of the burrow talking. It was a week to the wedding after that Ron, Hermoine and Harry planned to set out in secret in search of the other Horcruxes.

"The healers said he was only a demi-were-wolf, ya know not the real thing." George pulled a ridiculous face imitating a growl.

"True, thats good isn't it?" said Ron who wasn't quite as friendly to Bill come that time of the month.

"Yeah, but I feel like absolute shit that time of the month."

"Maybe you could find a support group of some sort." Hermoine suggested she was sitting with Ron's arm around her shoulders. Ginny was in her room, which was usually where she was when Harry was around.

"I doubt it Hermoine, not many people like to discuss this specific problem." Bill said.

"Yeah there could be a reporter undercover ready to spill the beans like Snape did on Lupin." Fred said without really thinking. Everyone got quite tense as they usually did when Snape was mentioned.

"What do we know about Greyback?" Hermoine asked. She seemed to think if they could learn everything about him it would magically make everything better.

"Oh god not this again," Moaned Fred under his breath, as Hermoine dragged her binder dedicated to Greyback.

"He was bitten at 17, his mum was already dead, he had a sister…"