A/N: Look another before-chapter note! Well first off I wanted to note that it has indeed been a week and a half since the werewolf incident and the departure of Arabella, Narcissa's death etc. Also, there will be some suggestion (suggestion, mind you!) of homosexuality. There will not be any demonstrated and it is used as a scientific term so if you're offended by homosexuality you will not be offended by this chapter, or any others to follow. Don't worry: trust me! Oh and on another note there's been a name change (Hestia Jones to Arabella Figg) because I'm retarded! Hurray for mental illness.

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"I don't think she's coming back." Angelina said, "It's been two weeks."

"Oh nonsense, Muggles can't be that stupid." Ginny said, "They've probably killed her."

Angelina stiffened, "Don't say that!"

"I'm tired of keeping quiet so that you won't snap!" Ginny shrieked, standing up. "Just get over it and stop being such a git!"

Angelina stared at the girl for a moment before scowling, "What did you call me?"

"A bloody useless git!" Ginny snapped.

Angelina jumped on the younger girl, forcing her to the ground, "You messed with the wrong witch, Weasley!"

The girls clawed, slapped and pulled hair for all they were worth, not noticing the Muggles in the enclosure until one hauled Angelina to her feet and cuffed her, leading her from the enclosure, "Bring her back!" Ginny shouted as they left, "I WASN'T DONE WITH HER!"

The door opened again and Ginny winced, expecting some sort of punishment, but instead an unconscious figure was laid down in front of the entrance and the Muggles retreated quickly. Ginny stepped forward and the figure jerked once, sitting up quickly, "GET OFF OF... oh... h-hi Ginny." Neville said, looking down.

"Neville." Ginny said, "You're not a girl."

"Uh... no."

"What are you doing in here?!" Ginny demanded.

"Well with all due respect I didn't throw myself in here you know." Neville said as he stood up, towering over the red-haired girl.

"I know that." Ginny said, crossing her arms, "I just meant... why'd they move you? Do you know?"

"They said something about..." Neville turned a strange red color and shook his head, "I don't know."

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"Breeding?" The owner asked, looking at the papers set before him.

"Breeding." The doctor agreed with a shrug, "I don't see why not; most of our specimens are young, healthy individuals. This would mean not having to import any more of them."

"Then match them up and get them going." The owner said.

"Already done, we paired up six of them this morning and if the matches are off we're willing to switch out males for more compatible ones." The doctor boasted, "We've been researching for some time to get the perfect matches; now I'm not sure but we're estimating the gestation period to be somewhere between eight and ten months and a bonding period of about a month or two."

"That means we could have brand new baby Wizards for the start of the school year bus-trips." The owner said with a fond smile as he signed the papers, "Too bad it isn't February, the way you've been match-making."

"Love is in the air, sir." The doctor laughed, picking up his papers and leaving.

"Love is in the air, indeed." The owner said, looking up when the doctor entered the room again, "What is it now? Shouldn't you be out stirring them up?"

"There are a few problem cases, sir." The doctor said quickly, "A few that have... conditions."

"How many?"
"Ten altogether, sir." The doctor said.

"Ten?!" the owner demanded, "How can there be ten?"

"Well sir one specimen is too old for breeding, Cases 20 and 21 already have six young here at the zoo. Case 14 and Case 15 suffer from the Lycanthropy and Case 1 just lost his female; he'll probably be out of business until next season. Case 11 is extremely unsociable and then there are... a few others."

"Go on." The owner urged.

"Case 25 is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder and is aggressive to other specimens; Case 14 and 15-"

"The Lycanthropes?"

"Yes sir well they... are very close with... each other." The doctor said, "The same problem stands with Cases 3 and 10."

"Well that is a problem." The owner muttered, "You're saying they are attracted to each other then?"

"Possibly, no actual research has been done based on the two younger males, but," The doctor confirmed, "the boys are young and could be rehabilitated if we take special care to do so."

"Do so then! I want them in this clinic in twenty minutes if you have to!" the owner demanded, "I don't want the same problem the San Diego zoo had with their gay penguins and I would appreciate if I were spared the embarrassment."

"Yes sir."

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"I don't see why they took Longbottom; he wasn't doing anything wrong." Draco said, crossing his arms.

"Maybe he wasn't interesting enough." Goyle offered, "He mostly slept."

"Like you don't you lazy oaf?" Draco said, "I haven't seen you move all day."
"Well there isn't anything else to do." Goyle replied.

"Hey guys!" Ron said, rushing up, "Neville's gone!"

"We saw them." Draco said, nodding.
"You didn't fight them?!" Ron demanded, and then nodded when Draco gave him a withering look, "I know... I'm sorry. Where do you think they took him?"
"My best guess is through that little door." Draco said, smirking.

"They were talking about putting him with a girl when they left." Goyle said, "They're going to try to make little ones."

Ron looked disgusted, "Babies? But we're still underage! Who would they have put Neville with in the first place?"

"Hermione?" Harry offered, "They're the same age or..."

Ron's eyes narrowed, "Ginny... well he'd better not! IF HE TOUCHES HER-"

"Easy Weasley." Draco said, nudging Goyle, "I'm sure Longbottom would rather chew off his own hand than admitted liking a girl. He's not exactly a charmer."

Harry patted Ron's shoulder, "Don't worry Ron; Neville wouldn't do that to Ginny anyway."

"Perhaps you should be worried for Longbottom; I heard at Hogwarts that your sister could be-"

"Finish that sentence and you're dead Malfoy!" Ron yelled as Goyle moved between them.

"Quite a trollop." Draco said arrogantly.

Ron threw himself forward but Goyle pushed him back, "What? You can't let your pathetic friend fight his own battles!?"

Goyle looked over Ron to where an equally angry Harry stood a few paces back, shielded by the red-haired boy, "I suppose that's something we have in common, Weasley." He said, and then turned to Draco, "Apologize to him."

"What?!" Draco demanded, standing.

"I said apologize. You shouldn't have said it and you agreed that we would try to get along, Draco." Goyle said, giving Draco a look that made his words more a plea than a demand.

Draco caught Goyle's eyes and felt a pang of guilt; he forced it away with a smirk, "My apologies, Weasley, I shouldn't have said it."

"You're damn right you shouldn't have!" Ron cried.

Harry stepped forward and touched Ron's shoulder, pulling him back, "It's alright now Ron; it's over. Let's go."

Draco stepped up to Goyle's side arrogantly, "You didn't have to protect me from Weasley, Goyle; I'm perfectly capable-"

"Don't."

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"I don't understand!" Hermione cried, "Unless they're keeping us alone until..." she trailed off and looked down at herself, "BUT THAT ISN'T EVEN GOING TO HAPPEN!"

"Calm down." Viktor said, pulling her close and kissing her forehead, "If you get upset it will hurt only you."

"They're like family to me. How can you be so calm?" Hermione asked, looking up into his eyes.

"My family is at home... and you are here with me. Are your parents..."

"Dead? I thought so at first but now I'm not sure. Why would they kill Muggle dentists?"

"Muggle what's?" Viktor asked, "I don't know the word."

"Dentists." Hermione repeated slowly, "It's the English word for... well they work on teeth."

Viktor nodded as he thought for a moment before smiling, "A noble job indeed."

Hermione smiled as Viktor turned to the plate of fruit and vegetables, picking up a peach; he fussed with it for a moment before sighing, "Here let me." Hermione said, taking the peach and using her fingernails to remove a large piece of the peel.

Viktor took it thankfully and places his free hand on her face; he leaned towards her and placed a kiss on her lips. Hermione panicked at first, slowly allowing herself to return his kiss before he pulled away. Viktor took a bite of the peach and smiled at her after swallowing, "You taste much sweeter than this."

Hermione blushed and turned away from him, allowing herself to make a face of joy and pressed her hand to her mouth to hold in a squeal. She turned back to him after she'd managed to collect herself, "That's very kind of you, Viktor."

Viktor smiled again, offering her the peach, "Would you like some? You did all the work, after all."

"Thank you." Hermione said, taking the peach shyly.

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"George?! GEORGE?! Where are you?!" Fred called, nearly falling as he stepped backwards against someone.

"Fred?" a groggy voice asked from the figure at his feet.

Fred turned quickly and knelt, "Angelina? Are you alright?"

Angelina's eyes widened and Katie Bell's words echoed in her head I know he fancies you. She nodded, sitting up, "I'm fine."

"Haven't seen George have you?" Fred asked, helping her to her feet.

Angelina shook her head, smoothing her hair from her face, "I've only seen him once but... that was weeks ago."

"I hope they haven't hurt him." Fred said, frowning as he surveyed their surroundings, "Where are we?"

"We're in my exhibit." Angelina said, "I used to share it with Ginny and Hermione but the Muggles took them a while ago."

"Yeah Hermione was with my brother and I, oh and Viktor Krum."

"Well she must be having the time of her life." Angelina muttered.

Fred couldn't help but smile, "Why do you say that?"

Angelina blushed and shook her head, "No reason... why do you think they put you here with me?"

George faded from Fred's mind as the boy smiled wider, "Because you fancy me so much."

Angelina sat on the ground, "Is this really the best time to be silly?" she asked, "Shouldn't you be worried?"

"Well." Fred said, sitting beside her, "D'you really want to sit around and worry?"

Angelina smiled slowly and shook her head, "Not really."

"George said Katie Bell was with you." Fred said, "Have you seen her lately?"

Angelina stiffened and her bottom lip trembled, "She's dead." She whispered, shaking her head, "She... she got sick."

Fred frowned and took Angelina's hand, "I'm so sorry; I know you two knew each other... were friends."

Angelina nodded, "We were friends."

Fred kissed Angelina's hand after a bit of hesitation, catching her awkwardly when she threw herself into his arms and hugged him, "It's going to be alright."

"We're together now." Angelina said, laying her forehead against Fred's shoulder.

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Sirius growled one last time as he was shoved into the glass room; they had put a collar-like restraint around his neck along with the usual wrist cuffs, and turning into a dog had done nothing but choke him. He stared threateningly at the Muggles before turning and seeing another Wizard in the glass case, "...Remus?"

Lupin stood slowly and turned, his eyes were red and fresh scratches laced his face; he stared at the other man for a moment as if not believing Sirius was there at all. He took one step forward and fell into his friend's arms; they embraced for what seemed like an eternity before Lupin stepped back, "You're alright."

"Of course I'm alright; I was worried about you." Sirius said, reaching to touch Lupin's injured face, "Have they hurt you?"

Lupin shook his head, pulling away, "I'm fine; I did this to myself."

"Why do you suppose they brought me in here?" Sirius asked, avoiding questions about Lupin's transformation, or their plan.

"You're an Animangus." Lupin said, "They think we're the same thing."

Sirius chuckled as he shook his head, "Foolish."

Lupin turned on him, "They'll kill us you know? I murdered them! We won't last long in here friend; mark my words."

"I always heed your warnings, my friend." Sirius said with a comforting smile, "But they are often that, just warnings. They won't kill us if we have something to offer them; we're fascinating."

"You sound like Severus." Lupin said, crossing his arms as he observed the Muggles working on the outer room.

"Sometimes." Sirius said, hesitating to finish as he moved to Lupin's side, "...sometimes Snivellus gets something right."

"Occasionally." Lupin mused, nudging his friend.

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Molly smiled to herself, "Who would have thought we'd be in a Muggle zoo and I would still be doing laundry?"

"No one appreciates it more than I do, Mollywobbles." Arthur said, wearing his robes as he awaited his pants, "I suppose it's too much to ask of them for a new pair every once in a while."

"I couldn't very well just let you wear bloody pants now could I? A shower's only so useful if you haven't got clean clothes to put on and besides, it's the first time I've been able to feel useful since we got here. All I've done is keep Charlie from attacking his brother."

"You've been very useful, dear." Arthur said, glancing at Charlie who sat at his mother's feet, staring into space.

A heavy thud sounded as the door to the exhibit opened. Arthur took a step forward as two Muggles entered, setting George down onto the grass gently; the tranquilized boy rolled onto his back groggily and shielded his eyes from the sun. Molly shoved the now clean pants into Arthur's hands and ran to her son's side, Charlie at her heels, "GEORGE! George dear you're alright!"
Percy smiled and knelt beside his brother, "Well look what the cat dragged in."

"Oh George you're hurt!" Molly said, touching his side.

"Where's the other half?" Charlie mumbled thoughtfully, lifting Molly's hand from the twin's side.

Molly understood instantly what Charlie meant, "Where is your brother, George? Where's Fred?"

"Give him space, Molly." Arthur said, walking over after changing, "You two as well, back up a bit; he'll need a moment."

"Did you know about this?" Molly asked, pointing to the old wound.

"I might've had a fairly good idea..." Arthur admitted, "But there's nothing we can do for him now that will be better than letting him sleep this off."

Molly hesitated, staring at George before nodding and standing slowly, "Alright boys, give him some air."

Percy stood slowly and walked away to take up his solitary pacing once again while Arthur put his arm around his wife, "He'll wake up soon, dear; you will get time with him then."

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A/N: Ok so a few people have asked me to clarify just where everyone is at this point, so I'm gonna tell you, ain't that neat?

1. Angelina and Fred are in an exhibit together that was originally empty.

2. Ginny and Neville are in the exhibit originally occupied by Angelina and Katie.

3. Hermione and Viktor are in the exhibit originally occupied by the Twins.

4. Lucius is alone in a previously unused exhibit.

5. Draco, Harry, Ron and Goyle are together in the exhibit where Ron and Harry started.

6. Sirius and Lupin are in the laboratory where Fred spent most of the beginning.

7. Arthur, Percy, Charlie, Molly and George are in the original Weasley Family exhibit.

8. McGonagall, Tonks and Snape are in the exhibit they've always been in.

I also have results of each Wizard's aggression level as determined by their individual aggression tests. I'll only post that if someone is actually interested, but it's for the most part obvious just how aggressive everyone is by their actions.