A/n: Sorry Fans! I haven't been able to get to the story lately :( ( Don't worry I haven't forgot. I'm writing it as we speak. )

*)Chapter four: Through the forest to grandma's house(*

Harry watched in astonishment as eight copies of him ran towards the big, frightening werewolf. Seizing the chance, he ran back into the alleyway with his would be rescuer. He could hear the creature roaring behind them and the sound of cries and screams as the mighty creature tore apart his copies. Harry stared around the dirty, dusty alleyway searching desperately for an exit or a hiding place. There was nothing but the large dusty, solid wall. Why had he run back in the alley? Harry berated himself.

"You can run but you can't hide!" The werewolf bellowed.

He looked over at the mangled, bloody woman who held onto his shoulder. She was trembling terribly and the blood that dripped from her wounds was soaking through his clothing. He breathed heavily; the copies wouldn't be able to hold the creature back for much longer.

Time was running out and there was nowhere to go. The creature was standing in the middle of the street blocking both exits. There was no way Harry and the battered woman could get past him now, not even with the help of his magical clones. He was instantly startled out of his thoughts as one of the eight clones was thrown against the side wall of the alley way. He stared in shock as the prone body fell to the ground with a sickening splat, and immediately evaporated. He was running out of time.

He could hear the creature growling and clawing at the dying copies, Tremors ran through him with every vibration. He aimed his wand at the east wall, a spell on his tongue but at the same time it was entirely unknown to him.

"Evis. . . Acti. . . Merlin!" He clenched his head as fright seized him, He couldn't think of a spell. Not one came to mind. He had never been so scared in his life. Not even in the ministry of magic when Sirius had almost fell through the veil. Not even when he'd been attacked by Dementors. If that werewolf got to him, he wouldn't die cold, in a sad memory induced delusion, he'd die a gruesome, painful death. He thought of those humongous claws tearing through his flesh and his teeth begin to chatter.

The woman on his shoulder began to gurgle and choke on her own blood, she was shaking and trembling terribly. Harry sat the woman down gently, her back facing the tallest wall. She needed to go to 's quickly.

He had to get them out somehow or else she would be dead soon. He felt a lump form in his throat as thoughts of what he would never get to do if he died formed. He'd never get to tell Sirius and Remus how much they meant to him. He would never get to tell Ron and Hermione how much he valued their friendship but most off all, he'd never get to Snape and Malfoy how much he truly loathed them.

She coughed and gurgled again, filling Harry with dread and sorrow. He had seen people die before and he wasn't keen on seeing it happen again. He had watched Sirius fall through the veil. He remembered how crushed he had felt, how devastated he had been. But he had gotten Sirius back a week later, though his godfather had been banged up and had to stay in the hospital ward at Hogwarts for awhile. He couldn't bare to think about what her family would go through or how much pain she was going through.

Fawn ignored the ache of strain in her arms as she reached for the wall. If she was going to die she would rather be anywhere then there. Someone had to know what Fenrir had done. She knew that if she died there Fenrir would devour her and the boy, nobody would ever know what happened to them which allow Fenrir to tell as many lies about what happened as he wanted to. Her mother would never know. She would not die this way. With blood covered fingertips she began to write the code on the wall. If she was luck Wolf would be watching the portals.

Harry jumped and ducked as another one of his copies was thrown into the alleyway, colliding with a wall. They were running out of time.

He was beyond scared, he felt helpless and trapped. Spells didn't work against the hellish beast and his physical strength was no match. His thoughts were so scrambled and uncertain. These could be the last moments of his life. His mind went blank for a split second before it was bombarded with memories of his past. It all past him in a blink of the eye making yearns and mourn for his life. He had so much more he had to do. So much more he wanted to do.

A loud roar echoed through the alley, rumbling the foundation of the walls.

"Come out and play." Fenrir said, his humongous paws making the ground tremble beneath him. "I promised I won't bite, much." His voice got quieter as he approached the entrance. He slowed his breathing as adrenaline settled in, blood rushed to his nether regions and eye balls creating a pleasant throbbing sensation. His teeth began to throb from eagerness but he refused to rush in for the kill. The best things in the world had to be savored.

Harry slowly backed up against the wall. He couldn't let his life end this way. The wizarding world would perish without him. Harry thought for a second. His fear was instantly replaced by anger. All he had wanted was a normal life with people who sincerely cared for him. But instead of giving him what any child deserves to have. He was raised like cattle. Every aspect of his life had been decided for him. He was even been manipulated into one way of thinking.

Just the way Dumbledore had planned it. Once he was old and ripe the decrepit old headmaster had plucked him from the metaphorical vine and placed him upon a pedestal. Where he was to be worshiped and despised like a heathen God. He never wanted the life that was thrust upon him but fate was a cruel mistress. Here was now, paying for the liberation that he so desperately sought after. It wasn't fair. In that moment Harry swore vengeance on everyone who had ever used him in his life.

Harry was startled out of his thoughts as a bright light erupted behind him. He would have thought that it was magical backlash from all of his anger but when he whirled around to stare into the bright light he realized that it was the gigantic wall.

It was a portal, Harry realized. He stared down at the young woman, wondering if she had somehow opened it.

Quickly, without giving it another thought, Harry ran towards the bright portal.

Fenrir crossed the threshold of the Alley. His big malevolent heart filled with adrenaline. He could smell Fawn's blood drenched skin. He loved the way she tasted but he couldn't wait to taste that delicious looking boy that was with her. He wondered just how tender the boy's flesh was. The aging werewolf sniffed the ground, his large nostrils sucking in oxygen like hoover vacuums sucked in dirt. MMM, the boy was a virgin. Fenrir smiled lecherously.

Quickly, he turned the corner of the alleyway, growling as he did. He stared at the glowing wall in awe. It must have been the portal to the Bloodfest. The clever little bitch had found it.

Fenrir watched quietly as the boy lifted Fawn onto his back preparing to fling himself into the portal. They would not get away that easily. With massive strides Fenrir ran towards them. As he reached the portal he leapt into it, his muzzle making contact with Fawn's bloody back. He opened his jaws wide, preparing to take a bite into her but as he closed his jaws, she disintegrated into air. He tried to open his eyes but the bright white light was candescent that it caused his eyes to sting and burn. He growled into the gravity, shaking his head as his body became weightless. He tried to sniff the air for the delicious smelling boy but his sense of smell had somehow been dulled. He felt something swipe against his muzzle.

Hoping it was the boy Fenrir opened his jaws quickly and clamped down on the object. He heard a shrilly agony filled scream. He smiled sadistically, grinding his teeth into the tender flesh. As the boy's young blood filled his mouth,

The boy disintegrated as well. Fenrir didn't notice however, he was to enthralled with taste of the kid's blood. It was the most tantalizing thing he'd ever tasted. He needed more. He felt his heart began to race with excitement. He moaned with pleasure, a sense of arousal coming over him. The magic in the boy's blood was powerful and antiquated. He had never tasted blood as strong, old, boundless and powerful in all his days. He had to taste the boy again. He just had to. Fenrir thought as he felt a need possess him.

Suddenly, he was launched from the portal. He was hurdled down onto the rocky ground, his body slid across the razor sharp rocks, splitting through his skin in different places. Fenrir winced at the pain. For a moment he lay in the same place he had landed, just recollecting himself.

He breathed in his surroundings. The old familiar scent of Fang Tavern filled his nostrils. He could smell the many humans inside. He licked his chops in excitement. He immediately lifted himself from the ground, the wounds on his body now completely healed. He tried to open his eyes but immediately shut them against the sting that accompanied it. He opened his eyes again, his vision clear now.

He looked around the dark area searching for the body of that succulent boy but there was not a soul around. However, he could still smell the boy's fear and sweat on the rocky earth. It was fresh, indicating that the boy had been there not to long ago. Along with the boy's scent was an underlying scent of mediocre werewolf blood. No doubt it was Fawn's. He sniffed the air again, trying to find which direction they had went. A familiar scent filled his nostrils this time. Unlike the old bloody scent of Fang Tavern this scent smelled like Fenrir. It was weird, Fenrir thought. It was an old yet youthful scent, it was savage, wild, baneful and reckless. It was Wolf, Fenrir's only cousin. Fenrir grinned,

Wolf must have had the boy. Oh, tonight would be an excellent night for Fenrir. Fenrir smiled happily as he walked to the backdoor of the old nightclub. He pushed the broken- down metal door open and walked into the busy, bumbling atmosphere.

*~Chapter break~*

Sirius paced the carpeted floor of his private study. His mind was wrecked with worry for his godson. He didn't really know what to do. He had never been in a position of such importance before. Harry was missing and he didn't know where the sixteen-year-old reckless teen could be. He only hoped that they found the kid soon before the Death Eaters were alert of his godson's disappearance.

"Calm down, Sirius. Tonks and Moody are searching the area as we speak. We'll find him" The kind werewolf tried to reassure his worried friend. "We know he wasn't kidnapped so where do think he could have went?"

"I don't know, Remus. Remus, he was so angry earlier after I told him he couldn't go out." Sirius said as he flopped down in his leather chair. "He's just a kid and he's been forced into the position of a savior. It's not right Remus it's just not. He just wanted to live a little. He should be able to act his age . I just wanted him to feel normal for a bit you know? But everything I do seems to be wrong. Everyone constantly tells me that I don't know how to raise my own godson. That I don't know my own godson." Sirius whispered furiously.

Everything he did was wrong in the eyes of the Order. They would rather Harry stayed in the dark about everything that happened around him but Sirius couldn't do that he couldn't watch as Harry was led to slaughter like a gullible cow. So, on occasions he would tell the sixteen-year-old what was important for him to know. Sometimes those bits of information got him trouble with Dumbledore but Sirius didn't care. Dumbledore's opinion didn't matter as long as Harry was safe and happy. However, he wasn't always in charge of his godson's life and his decisions were influence by other people, like Dumbledore.

"Sometimes it's best if Harry doesn't know everything, Sirius. You know he's prone to making irrational decisions. Where did he ask to go? There's a chance he went there. " Remus thought with rationality. He was worried for Harry as well but he couldn't let it over take him. He had to stay optimistic. He had to have hope. Harry was a resourceful young man. He would be just fine.

"I can't remember where. He said he wanted to spend sometime with his friend. I think he said the kid's name was Lemon. No, It was Duke Lemon. Yeah, that's it." Sirius recollected his thoughts. "Do you think he could be with that kid? We need to find out where he lives. Remus can you fire call Kingsley and brief him about what's happened. See if he can get any info about that boy. Make sure he doesn't tell Dumbledore. The last thing we need is to have this blown out of proportion."

Remus inhaled sharply at the name. It couldn't be. Remus thought as his heart began to race with fear for Harry. He had had dealings with the Lemon clan before. They were a bunch of manipulative, cowardly cannibals. They were famous for their sadistic orgies and cannibalistic parties. If Harry was with the Lemon boy he was in more trouble than Remus had thought.

The Lemons were high-ranking werewolves. They were a small clan who lived in different places around Bradford-On-Avon. They were blood-thirsty, psychotic fools who believed in human sacrifice to the moon.

"Sirius, I think I know where Harry could be. If I'm right, there is a chance that Harry might already be . . . d-" Remus started hurriedly but couldn't finish. No, Harry wasn't died. He couldn't be and Remus would not even assume such a thing.

"There's a chance that he's what, Remus?" Sirius questioned suspiciously. "Remus what do you know?" Sirius got up from his chair and placed his palms on his large cherry wood desk with hope.

"I think Harry may be with a clan werewolf. If he is with Duke Lemon then there is a big chance the boy isn't alone. Sirius, Harry is in grave danger. We need to alert Dumbledore of this." Remus whispered seriously.

Sirius' eyes widened a bit and his heart filled with relief. At least now they had a lead, they weren't searching aimlessly anymore. Harry would be okay. They'd find him soon. They didn't need Dumbledore. If anything the decrepit headmaster would hinder their search more than help it. Dumbledore was too manipulative, he would probably do something against Sirius to teach him a lesson. Sirius didn't care what the old bastard did to him, as long as Harry was safe, sound and happy.

Dumbledore always blew things out of proportion. Harry didn't need that. Harry needed to be accepted and taught yet Dumbledore berated the the young man for every decision he made and for every 'unsmart' thing he wanted to do. Sirius had witnessed those things and it pained him to see Harry judged so harshly for the impulses he couldn't control.

Harry was a teenaged boy and he would want to go out every once in a while alone. Even though he was a savior he was still a teenaged boy. He was going to want to go out alone and live a little, instead of keeping him cooped up and ignorant to all the things that were happening around him Sirius wanted to teach him how to be cautious and protect himself. It would help him in his future then keeping him the dark about everything.

"No! Look, Remus, I don't expect you to understand but Harry doesn't need someone who will criticize his every action and thought. I'm pretty sure that's how all this got started in the first place. I know Dumbledore will find out eventually but right now my main concern is getting Harry home safe and sound. I don't care about 'teaching him a lesson'. He needs to know that we'll be here for him even when he makes bad decisions. He needs to know that we're here to help him through those things and teach him better ways of doing things. Dumbledore would like to have Harry follow his every move without question, never thinking for himself. Harry has to think for himself Remus. Harry has to be able to make good decisions by himself or else this war will eat him up. He will never learn to do that when there is always someone telling him to follow the leader. When he gets home we'll need to talk to him about what he pulled tonight." Sirius ranted quickly. He didn't have time to argue with Remus, he had a godson to find.

"Please firecall Kingsley and ask him to look up any registered Werewolves by the name of Duke Lemon." Sirius pleaded with his childhood friend. "Can you get in contact with any of your old 'buddies'?" Sirius asked as he walked to the door.

Remus looked at his friend deeply for the first time in many years. Sirius had really grown up in the last two or three years. Sirius had never been very observant or responsible but here he was talking about Harry as if he was his own son. He spoke with so much understanding and caring that it left Remus stunned. However, Sirius spoke with too much optimism. There was a chance that Harry wasn't with the Lemon boy. What would they do if he wasn't?

"What if he's not with the Lemon boy Sirius what if the Death Eaters have him?" Remus said before he could catch himself.

"Don't think like that. Have hope." Sirius said as he pulled the door of the study open. He cast his dark eyes on Remus waiting for his best friend to answer his previous questions. " Can you get in contact with any of your old werewolf friends and see if they have any information about the Lemon Boy's whereabouts? I'm going to go wake the Weasleys."

"Oh!" Remus said in surprise. "Yes, I'll see what I can do." Remus nodded as he walked over to the roaring fireplace preparing to call Kingsley. He listened until Sirius left the room before he lifted his wand to the fire. He knew that Sirius was trying to prove that they could take care of Harry without Dumbledore's constant supervision but when it came to Harry's safety, Remus would not risk the emerald-eyed teen's life for Sirius' foolish pride. With resignation, Remus flicked his wand at the fire, calling not Kingsley but Dumbledore.

To Be Continued . . . .

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this. I spent forever working on it. Happy Holidays everyone and have a good New Year's. :D I'm going to go take a nap since this chapter is finished. The next chapter will be alot longer and a few new characters will be introduced. (not many. I promise ;) )