If life were a movie, it would start with this very moment.

The scene would open on a wide, open, overhead shot of a small village, with few people walking here and there, looking like ants amongst the houses and buildings. The music playing would be soft, serene, yet have those rising and falling, even harsh, notes of a piano every few seconds. The camera view would dip in on the road through the village and follow it up the winding hill, through the trees, to a large house.

Next, the shot would zero in on the twisting flower archway over the door and the odd box sitting on the ground. It would highlight the shine in the windows and the glimmer of the air that screamed 'magic'. The children in the house would look tired but happy. Because they were together.

Then a van would pull up outside the house and their faces would break out into grins. They would leave the windows and run down the stairs to greet the newcomers.

In the movie version of life, the shot would show a woman climbing out of he can and catching the smallest child, swinging her round with a laugh. Another two woman would stand by, one laughing, the other smiling softly, a pained look in her eye. A man would exit the van next and three of the children would run to greet him, then the laughing woman.

The early morning light would shine upon them, causing their hair to shine. The laughing woman would hold a little girl on her hip, red hair glowing like flames as she walked next to her brother. The man would wrap his arm round the waist of the pained woman, kiss the side of her head softly and she would smile at him, the pained look fading away. The other woman would put her daughter back on the ground and lift up a box.

The family would walk up to the door and enter the house.

"How many left?" An auburn haired girl would ask, emerald eyes curious.

The red haired woman would smirk deviously. "A hell of a lot less now," she would reply smugly.

The Pack would be that family.

And sometimes, real life is just like a movie.

Hermione laughed as Remus hit his sister round the head. She looked at him with a pout. "Language," he warned. She just laughed. The group went inside the house and into the living room were they sat on the floor. "We need fake names," Remus told them, "in case anybody finds us here. Changing our looks a bit would help as well. Just slightly."

Connie nodded and set to work. Within seconds, Remus' hair had darkened to strawberry blonde matching Luna's and Rosie's. Courtney's hair lightened to a darker auburn that Hermione's. Lola's hair lightened closer to strawberry blonde. Connie's own hair lightened to platinum blonde. Harry, Hermione and Luna's eyes darkened to forest green, along with Connie's, Lola's and Remus'. Harry, Drake and Kali's hair lightened to brown. Rosie's and Kali's eyes lightened closer to honey brown, along with Courtney's.

"So," Luna began brightly. "Names! I'll go by Selene, Hermione should just be Mia. Harry can be Jamie. Drake can be Christopher, Kali can be Lia, Rosie can be Annie. Uncle Remus can be John. Auntie Lola can still be Lola. Aunt Neenie can be Dora and Aunt Connie can be Amelia."

"How do you know my middle name?" Drake, Remus, Courtney and Connie asked as one.

"Isn't it obvious?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison. "She's a Seer."

Luna waved happily at them and turned away to leave. All of a sudden she stopped dead, turning paler. "Luna?" Lola asked, but the girl didn't reply. "Luna? Luna!"

"Twelve of four houses

Six of one house

Shall truly bring the darkness down

Find the rabbits and catch the rat

Whose deadly plot did catch no cat

Find the key and free the Grim

The moon will shine over him

Rise of the Pack

Fall of the Meddler

Twelve of four houses

Six of one house

Shall truly bring the darkness down."

Luna stumbled backwards, deathly pale, into Lola's arms. "Did I say something?" She mumbled, before her eyes fluttered closed as she collapsed. Lola shifted her and picked her up bridal style.

"I'm gonna take her upstairs to the bedroom. You lot stay down here," she told them. Remus nodded, but watched them go concerned.

"What do you think that meant?" It was Kali speaking. "Something about four houses, they could be the Hogwarts houses, the darkness, the rabbits, the rat, the key, the Grim, the moon, the Pack and the Meddler. Then it repeats the bit about four houses."

"Rise of the Pack," Hermione mused, "that's us. So at some point in time we rise up and some one else falls. The Meddler, so somebody who meddles with things he or she shouldn't. Twelve of four houses- that would be twelve people from all four houses at Hogwarts, then the six of one house would be six from one of those houses. They defeat whatever the darkness is. Probably the Meddler, but that would make the Pack the twelve and the six, but there aren't enough of us, so we'll probably grow in size. The Grim, another name for that is Padfoot, I've heard that before, Padfoot, Padfoot, Paddy- Uncle Sirius! So we have to find a key and free Sirius, who is innocent- where is he anyway? The rat, he is-"

"Pettigrew," Connie cut in hoarsely. "Mia can you please slow down a bit? Let us catch up. Please." Hermione nodded, a pale blush dusting her cheeks.

Remus sighed, his head in his hands. "So what you're saying is Sirius is innocent?" Hermione nodded weakly. "Joy," sarcasm laced his tone, "so we've been thinking Sirius was a murderer and the betrayer of Lily and James for the past five years. Great. Just great."

"We have to get Uncle Padfoot out of Azkaban!" Harry exclaimed, Hermione reaching out and grabbing his hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it to calm him down.

"But how?" Courtney worried. "The ministry will never let him go."

Silence dwelled upon them as each one worried over Sirius. "We break him out..."

All eyes turned to Rosie who sas blushing darkly. "Excuse me Roseanne?" Courtney demanded.

"We break him out," she repeated, her voice a bit stronger.

"But how do we do that?" Drake asked, flopping down on a bean bag.

"Animals. Dementors can't sense animal emotions. An animagus is just like a proper animal, so the dementors wouldn't notice if an animagus snuck in or out of Azkaban, as long as they weren't seen by guards of course. If an animagus were to steal the keys, go the cell, unlock it and let out Padfoot, not many people would notice as they left. Only people who were really looking would notice. Then it's just a matter of getting back to land, but that can be done by swimming or flying. If someone is on land with a van or car to pick them up it's easy. Just drive away. Don't leave a trail, don't be seen, don't be heard and you'll be fine. Simple," Hermione said all this very fast, her eyes shining and her face flushed. She glanced round at them all staring at her and shrugged. "I read a lot."

"That," Lola was heard saying, "is a very good plan."

"Yes it is," Remus agreed. "But there are a few problems. Once Sirius has escaped, Dumbledore will immediately be on the lookout for Harry. When he finds out he's no longer at the Dursley's he'll search everywhere for him. If he finds him, then he certainly won't let Harry stay and he'll most likely accuse us of kidnap. If he does that all the kids will go to an orphanage, probably separate ones, or family. Hermione would go back to her adoptive parents," said girl flinched, "Kali would end up going to the Tonks, Rosie would go to the Dursley's with Harry because of their familial link," the girl shuddered and Harry wrapped an arm round her, "Luna would be locked up in St' Mungos, Drake would go to the Tonks and we'd all be locked up."

"Ugh!" Kali threw her hands up in annoyance. "That meddling fool! I hate him!" She snapped. Rosie blinked. Once, twice, three times.

"What did you call him?"

"A meddling fool. Why?"

"Meddling. MEDDLING! That's it! Dumbledore is the Meddler, when we rise he will fall. Did Uncle Sirius get a trial?" Remus was silent for a moment before his eyes widened.

"No," he said slowly, shock filling his voice, "no he didn't."

"And the rabbits? Who could they be?"

"Maybe it's something to do with where they live?" Harry asked cocking his head.

"A burrow?"

"The Burrow!" Connie exclaimed. "But that's where the Weasleys live!"

"Do the Weasleys have a rat?" Hermione asked, catching on to what they were saying. She thought for a moment then nodded. "It all fits! Rosie's right. The Weasleys have Pettigrew. We catch him and free Sirius. The moon, that's either Luna or Remus. Luna means moon, but Remus is Moony. When we rise, Dumbledore falls. And then twelve from all four houses and six from one house will defeat the darkness. Yes! Oh that is brilliant!"

"What's the betting Dumbledore knows about Pettigrew and will stop us from being able to get him?" The happy mood was shattered by Courtney's grim question.

"You really want to know?" A tired, but dreamy voice asked. They all looked at Luna and she smiled grimly.

"Everything."