Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

The war wasn't going to end soon. It wasn't like Voldemort would just give up his believes and finally understood that he couldn't kill all the people he didn't like. Neither would the light side even consider giving up.

Still, it was getting more difficult. Trying to find happiness in the darkest times, just like Dumbledore always said. But Dumbledore was dead. His words were in void. He was not forgotten, but he was remembered as a character from a fairy tale. Something that would give hope, but wasn't real.

The light side was slowly fading away without Dumbledore's hold. After his death, everyone turned to Harry Potter. The seventeen year old boy might have been more mature than most of his age, but he was still a child, like so many in this war.

He didn't have to carry his fate alone. His two best friends would always be at his side, even when he didn't want them to. Ron Weasley was the friend anyone could count on. He was always there. He would complain about being there, but he would still be there. Without him, the golden trio wouldn't be complete.

The final add to the three and the only girl (which shouldn't influence any judgment about her) was Hermoine Granger. As bossy as she could seem, she was indeed most of the time right. Without her the two boys would have died six years ago.

Not many people did realize that she was the one without who the war would have been lost.

And yet, the light side was fading away. With each month more.

The dark side would gain more power. As the dark side always did, when despair rose.

But the golden trio wouldn't be the golden trio if they gave up.

The order

"So they will attack here, because they will think that we will attack there, but it would seem to easy, so they will change their plans and attack there. Where we would be standing, because we would think that they would think that we would attack there. Which makes us at last, attacking this side. Get it?"

Quite a few gobsmacked faces stared at the bushy haired witch. She didn't look up and was still following the lines of the map which was spread over the table. The only one who seemed to be following the smart girl was Lupin. He nodded and looked like he understood what she was saying. The rest of the group was just nodding when he was.

"So we will attack there?" asked Ron carefully.

She sighed. "No Ron, we'll attack here." She said every word very slowly, like one would do with a child.

She looked around, a little irritated. "Anymore questions?" Everyone was quick to shake their heads. "Okay, that sit for tonight. Thank you for your attention and goodnight."

The order started going to the sleep quarters for the night. Hermoine was still looking at the map.

"'Moine, you should sleep as well," a voice said concerned. She looked up and her brown eyes met green ones.

"I'll be fine, Harry," she answered and she went to look back at the map, but Harry caught her wrist.

"No 'Moine. I'm serious. You should sleep. It is no use of looking over the plan for the tenth time."

"Harry-" she began.

"You need your energy." He let go of her wrist and walked upstairs. Deciding to let go of her stubbornness for once, she followed him.

Tomorrow would be a long day, again.

Draco

Pain. There was so much pain. It was like all his other senses didn't work anymore. He couldn't smell anything, hear anything, taste anything, see anything. He could only feel and the only thing he could feel was the burning pain in his body. He couldn't even concentrate enough to know where the wound was.

The first sense to come back was hearing. At first the voices were just whisper, but after a few seconds he could perfectly understand the voices.

"Who is this new pup?"

"He doesn't look like much, does he?"

"Who are we to judge Alpha?"

"Still-"

"Ssshh, I think he is awake."

The second sense to come back was taste. It was that horrible taste you had in your mouth when had slept for a long time or when you hadn't drank enough water.

And there was another taste which he couldn't identify in the beginning. With a shock he realized it was blood.

"Come on, pup. We know you're awake," grumbled a low voice and he felt someone poke in his side.

Pup?

Slowly his brain started to work again.

Fenrir. Teeth. Pain. Black.

Werewolf.

Shit.

Again a poke in his side.

He slowly opened his eyes to send his best glare at the man who woke him up.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work, little pup." The man who spoke was old and wrinkled. His long grey hair was held together with a leather band. His eyes were a very light shade of blue and there was something in them which made Draco think he was blind, although he stared right in his eyes.

"Where am I?" Draco asked, his voice hoarse from the little use.

"Scotland, of course," the old man answered.

"Who are you?" Draco asked.

The old man laughed. "A curious one are you? I like that. Most pups would already shit their pants by just looking at me. You could be called naive or brave."

"My name is Sage. I am one of the elderly from the pack."

"Pack?" he asked before he could stop himself.

"How is your wound?" asked Sage, ignoring his question.

"It's okay," he lied.

"I know it is hurting like hell, so there is no use in trying to look tougher."

He turned around and called for someone outside. Draco started for the first time taking in his surroundings. It looked like a tent. It was made of pelts and was not very large. The bed was also made of pelts. It was on the ground, but it was quite comfortable. He concentrated on the sounds from outside the little tent. The pack, where Sage was talking about, seemed to be large. He could hear more than a hundred footsteps. His ears were sharper than before. He could distinguish the footsteps from each other and guess if the person was a man, female, child or an animal.

"Quite amazing, huh?" Sage asked.

Draco didn't have to answer, the look on his face already did.

One of these footsteps led directly to his tent. A minute later the tent opened and a female a little older than he stepped inside. She had straight black hair decorated with brown beads. Her eyes were a shade darker than Sage's.

"Ah, Calista, this is the new pup. Could you look at his wound?"

"Sure," she answered and she pushed Draco's shirt down roughly.

"Hey," he complained weakly.

She traced the bite mark with her fingers and he couldn't help but wince at her touch. The wound was still fresh and Sage was right by saying that it hurts like hell.

"Next full moon it will be healed all fine," Calista said after some inspection.

Draco rubbed at the mark.

Calista left the tent as fast as she came.

"It's just after the full moon, some are a little more grumpy than normal." Sage shrugged. "Alpha wants to see you tomorrow so rest."

With that he left Draco alone.

AN: So, this is my first story and there'll be some mistakes in it. But I hope you guys like it.

Oh and I won't always update this fast, but the first chapter was really short and I've vacation so I've the time.