A/n: Thank all of you for being so patience I really appreciate it. I want to warn you guys first: this chapter is full of sexual tension.

"He's this way!" Remus shouted as he ran. His legs ached and he was coated in sweat but he refused to stop, refused to pace himself, he refused to give up. Harry was still alive. He could feel it and he intended to find him.

"Slow down Remus your running to fast!" Tonks whined. Remus scowled.

"Then summon your broomstick! All of you!" Remus said in a tone that he was unaccustomed to. Moony was brimming, boiling up to the surface. He needed to find Harry and fast. Behind him he could hear a symphony of accio's. He smiled to himself feeling somewhat dominant. He charged on, invigorated with a new optimism. He would find Harry.

Chapter Break

There were hands all over his body. Touching and prodding. Caressing and lavishing. He wanted them to stop, to go away and leave him alone and to continue all at once. The emotions that they were soliciting were making him woozy but his wishes fell on deaf ears. The hands kept at their task. They were strong, soft and gentle. They were nimble, rough and deliberate as they wandered all over his body. He wouldn't have minded them so much really if he was more callous skinned but every single touch seemed to startle a nerve ending. The hands cascaded down his chest, gripping his hips gently and butterflying across his neck and lips. Something was happening to him. He didn't understand it. He felt ashamed and hot. He was scared and surprised. But mostly he felt excited. Every hair follicle, every inch of skin, every finger, toe and tissue seemed to tingle with exhilaration. The hands were caressing his legs and Harry moaned in awe. They pressed tender circles into his sensitive thighs, steadily moving and rubbing higher and higher until finally Harry could do nothing but moan and twitch. They caressed his lips and inner thighs simultaneously spreading his legs wider and wider. Harry didn't understand what was happening to him, the tumultuous broth of emotions that were stirring in him made him feel confused and insane. The incessant throbbing between his legs didn't help much either. He wanted to be touched there. He wanted to touch himself there but he couldn't find his hands, he couldn't gather enough control over his own body to fulfill his desire. He whimpered in frustration and helplessness. Cool fingers circled his belly button and caressed his lower abdomen and he felt like exploding.

Fenrir raised an eyebrow at the writhing youth. The boy had been in a state of arousal since he'd carried him to shore. The boy arched and moaned and caressed his body like a wanton whore. It was such a change from the boy's previous mood that Fenrir had no idea what to do. For the first time in a long time he was fatigued from battle. He didn't know if it was because of the fight, the swimming or the wear on his emotions but he felt satisfied. The boy was marvelous thought to himself as he licked droplets of water from the boy's moving hands. He smiled, half expecting the boy to wake up and half expecting to be launched through the air by his little morsel. The boy continued with his task, rubbing his lips and chest and moaning. His once slumpering phallus, erect with wakefulness. Fenrir felt rage over take him as the sleeping youth caressed his own inner thighs. What was happening? The boy was glistening with droplets of water and the entire scene was arousing in itself but all Fenrir could feel was anger. He wanted the boy to look at him. He wanted to see those emerald eyes clouded with lust for him. He wanted the boy to moan in excitement that he had caused and most of all he wanted the boy to be afraid. The fight had left him eager to reassert his dominance and at that moment Fenrir felt cheated.

He had fought, clawed and bitten the boy only minutes prior. This anti-climatic change of events was dissatisfying. Anti-climatic for me, I suppose. Fenrir huffed mentally as he eyeballed the youth.

"What are you doing?" Fenrir growled into Harry's ear. The small teenager moaned louder and writhed with an intensity that Fenrir had never seen. Fenrir roared, no longer able to withstand the spectacle he slapped the boy across the face and pinned his hands above his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

To his pleasure, glossy emerald eyes rolled to attention.

Fenrir grinned toothily down at his aware prey. Now, he would devour the boy. Pinned down, there was little that the small wizard could do. He would allow the boy to fight though, it was always better when they fought back.

He could almost feel the boy's tears on his skin and it made him clench his teeth. He growled down into the boy's dazed face in an attempt to make his prey more aware. The youth stared at him, without fear or astonishment, absently. He released the youth's arms, crawling on top of him, reveling in his new found dominance. Before he could growl, roar or slash at his small victim, the boy's lips split into a smile. A happy smile. Fenrir was gobsmacked.

The boy, without fear, began to rub himself using Fenrir's paw-like hand as a utensil. Fenrir was transfixed by the dilated emerald jewels that now seemed so aware of his presence. His hands admonished the boy's taut abdomen, rubbing open-palmed circles around his nipples. The boy breathed slowly, so slowly that Fenrir was convinced that the boy was truly excited. He moaned, the tremors in his voice brought Fenrir's calm breath to a pant. The wizard arched into his arm, while bringing Fenrir's hand to his still wounded neck.

"Please," The boy murmured against his fingertips, causing the werewolf to shiver slightly. "Touch me more." There was a begging in the boy's voice and Fenrir felt heat coursing through him. The wheels of his imagination began to turn and he could picture the boy moaning, coated in blood and his essence and shouting his name to the into the night air. He pinned the boy down with his weight, forcing his hand into the boy's abdomen until the youth gave a pained cry. He growled into the crook of his emerald eyed boy's neck daring him to squirm or resist or fight. Harry arched his back into the feverish creature above him, wrapping his hand around the man's neck he made to beg but sound evaded him. He leaned his head to the side, giving the beast more access to his neck, silently begging the creature to praise him with something, a kiss, a bite, he didn't care as long as it was some greater form of physical contact.

The boy trembled under him but Fenrir held him steady. He hardened slightly as the boy's arm looped around his head and his access to the succulent flesh of the boy's neck was all but rejected. He could smell the oozing wound that he had made and he delicately licked away the blood. He smiled as the wound began to heal.

Licking roughly at the boy's flesh, Fenrir caressed his eager victim. The boy moaned, shivered and twisted under Fenrir's ministrations.

"I want to make you bleed." Fenrir whispered as he nipped at the boy's shoulders and neck. "I want to hear you scream and cry." He ground his manhood into the thighs of his young victim as he spoke. The nimble hands sprawled across his back left him alight with a ferocious desire. Fenrir moved, to look at his victim, the boy was still smiling but this time their was something else in his eyes a far off glint. The ebony-haired youth raised his hips, his throbbing cock slick against Fenrir's waist. The boy shouted and trembled and clenched at Fenrir's back in eagerness. Fenrir chuckled.

"You're so fucking eager, kid." Fenrir grasped the boy's hips, his claws ripping circular dents into the thin pale skin.

"Please, just touch me." The boy begged before dragging his tongue across Fenrir's grinning lips. The boy's eyes were closed again and Fenrir could tell that he was in a state of pure ecstasy.

"You just want me to touch you, eh?" Fenrir said as he removed himself completely from the boy. He stood half erect, his manhood, hard and throbbing in the moon light. The boy whined and cursed, his body in a state of convulsion at the abrupt loss of contact.

The boy edged himself closer, ignoring the member now poking into his chest. He made to grab at Fenrir's hand but was harshly shoved away. Fenrir grinned down into those lost emerald eyes and caressed those sinful lips.

"How 'bout you work for it?" Fenrir whispered against those lips while keeping the boy at a distance, preventing osculation. He half stood again. He rubbed his elated member against the youth's chest. The boy's eyes narrowed at that.

"I don't want to." Before Harry could make to saying anything else, a harsh slap snatched the words from his throat. Fenrir could feel the rustling of magic and his skin began to prickle. He pinned the boy down quickly to prevent the onslaught of magic that he knew would come, he lapped at the wound that he had made and slowly, tentatively he grasped the boy's member. The slow beat of magic came to a complete halt. The boy all but screamed as he dissolved into a calm quivering mass. Fenrir grinned again, stroking the juvenile's endowed member. This was anew kind of dominance for him.

"Do you like this?" Harry thrust into Fenrir's clenched fist and nodded. "Good." Gradually, Fenrir began to work him at a slow, steady and satisfying pace. He could feel the boy's exhilaration and it made him fervid. Tenderly, he sucked down the boy's body, painting his chest and hips with passion marks. He breathed along the junction of the boy's hips, eliciting moans and small pants as he did so. Fenrir whispered against his dripping tip before sucking the boy into his mouth. The boy became frantic, thrusting and thrashing. Moaning and wailing in pleasure. With one paw, Fenrir pinned the boy down again causing his body to come to a complete stop. He removed his lips from the boy's urgent member and crawled along the expanse of his body. With a self-satisfied smirk he starred down into hapless viridian eyes.

"Please. God, please! Now..." The boy shouted in fragmented sentences. The boy attempted to wrap his slender thighs around the mature beast but to no avail."Not fair. Feels so good." He complained throatily. Fenrir only nodded, as he watched the boy's reddening lips form words. `This boy was beyond tantalizing, with his red lips, bright eyes and taut young body. Fenrir was beginning to lose his reservations. He wasn't losing himself to arousal. Gone were the thoughts of murdering his little wizard. Gone were the thoughts of maiming or decapitating or wounding him beyond repair. All of these were replaced by a wild and zealous determination to shag the emerald eyed youth's brains out.

"I can make you feel even better." Fenrir fingered those gorgeous lips. He didn't know what possessed him to utter those words. He didn't even know if he could make the boy feel any better, he had never worried about anyone else enjoying sex. It hadn't mattered. " Will you do as I say?" Fenrir punctuated his sentence by flicking the soft part of his thumb against the boy's sodden tip.

"Good." Harry moaned as he thrashed against Fenrir's confining hand.

"Will you do as I say?Yes? Of no?" Fenrir asked as he licked his way to his mark on the boy's neck.

"Yes! Please, Merlin,please." Harry whined.

Fenrir released him, placing his knees on either side of the boy's feet in the sand. The wizard followed, staring up at him in dazed fascination. He palmed the underside of his engorged member and moaned in ecstasy. Harry repeated his gestures, palming himself in a passionate fashion. Fenrir seized him by his throat, not hard enough to kill him but with enough force to stir his attention back to the monster in front of him.

"You aren't allowed to touch yourself, understand?" Fenrir seethed. The wizard gave a nod of agreement but made no attempt at escape or rejection. Fenrir released him quickly, palming his cheek softly as he did so. Harry moaned, his knees quivered at the unnecessary force exerted by his monster. His throat hurt but the pain made him feel alive with desire. "Suck it." Fenrir said as he positioned himself at the base of the boy's lips. Harry stared at the rigid length, in horror and apprehension. He did not want that in his mouth but the eagerness between his legs was willing to do anything to obtain some sort of relief. He licked his lips, parting his lips slightly he sucked the tip into his mouth. It was strange, the sensation of it. Throbbing flesh, a thought that seemed to consume him. The creature above him released a throaty sigh and Harry felt goosebumps arise all over his skin. He could feel a heat spreading through his belly, it felt good. He moaned around the length in his mouth. Slowly, he licked at the tip, sucking it into his wet cavern further, Harry began to moan around it. The werewolf began to make delicious sounds and Harry found himself lost in the act. He lapped at the underside, moving his hands gently up and down the ample member. He'd seen a woman do it that way, in one of Dudley's magazines. He'd always wondered what it felt like to have someone do that for him. He thought of the groaning man and a heavy blush grazed his cheeks. It had felt good, really good. Harry though to himself. He wondered if it felt that good for the werewolf. Yes, he confirmed silently, no wonder the beast seemed so adamant for his reciprocation. He licked around the base of the massive length. Sucking a quarter of the length back into his mouth Harry circled the rest with his hands, stroking it as he sucked. The werewolf continued to moan, his lust urging Harry on. He didn't understand why he felt so good. On his knees, listening to another man moan the thought caused a boiling in his stomach that shot through his loins. Harry moaned around the length, sucking harder. He felt good all over, his body was aching for the werewolf's touch.

"It's not a fucking lollipop! Blow me right for Merlin's sake." Fenrir complained through clenched teeth. He stared down into his naïve little victim's eyes. The boy gave his dick one last hard suck before freeing it from the heavenly confines of his mouth. Fenrir exhaled heavily at the sudden loss.

"I don't know what that means." The boy whispered, his eyes transfixed on the throbbing member now leaking a clear liquid. He rubbed his small hands up and down the shaft, fingering the slit with his thumb.

Fenrir felt like a dog in heat. The boy's statement sent shivers of arousal through him. He didn't know? How old was the boy anyway?

"How old are -aahh- you, kid?" Fenrir panted in pleasure as unskilled hands massaged his manhood and a hot mouth sucked at his aching slit.

"Please, making me feel good now." Harry whimpered, placing a kiss on the underside of Fenrir's penis. Harry stared up into half lidded suns and he panted, mouth wide open. He wanted to feel what the man was feeling.

"Answer me, first." Fenrir said.

"Sixteen." Harry spoke before biting his lips. The man made a small noise in the back of his throat and Harry couldn't help but open his mouth. He could feel the rumble of the noise in his body and it made his hard cock ache with jealous. He licked the tip of the man's cock, imagining how it might feel when it was his turn.

"Would have thought fourteen." Fenrir whispered to himself. The kid didn't look so old. He looked remarkably young. Or just remarkably beautiful. Fenrir didn't know the difference or much care. Placing himself into the boy's open mouth Fenrir began to thrust softly. Fenrir threw his head back. The moon's aura on his body felt calming. She was pleased. Was this her plan?

The boy tried to push him away but slowly he began to move his mouth with Fenrir's thrusts. "Yes, swirl your tongue. Fuck yes! Like that." Fenrir screwed his face up in pleasure. He could feel an orgasm building up inside of him and he wanted to cum in his victim's mouth. Would he gag with surprise or lap at Fenrir's leaking slit like a hungry cat. Fenrir howled with happiness. The boy had taken over, sucking, slurping and beating him off in such a manner that Fenrir would have thought him an experienced whore. Suddenly the boy pulled away before Fenrir could grab him.

"What is that?" Harry exclaimed, spitting the foul fluid from his mouth. The foggy liquid settled on the ground before seeping through the sand leaving only a thin white film on top. Fenrir rubbed the boy's head, trying to ease him back to his awaiting member but it was no use.

"Are you serious? Suck me more." Fenrir said, whacking Harry in the lips with his hard cock.

"No. I don't like it." Harry said, as he turned away. He could still feel the liquid on his tongue. It had been bitter and gross. Was that what the woman in the magazine had tasted? Would that stuff come out of him? The beast roared over him, startling him from his thoughts. He shook slightly in fear.

"I could just force you, you know that? Smash out all your pretty white teeth and force you to fucking swallow?" Harry stared into those sun-colored eyes that seemed to burn a hole into him. He felt scared, hot and wonderful. A clawed hand caressed his leg. Harry nodded weakly. "Do I have to do that?"

"No." Harry answered weakly, tear prickling his eyes. His brain felt fogging as the good feeling began to subside. Smash out all your pretty white teeth. Harry could imagine the blood and the pain and he felt like crying all the more. He felt startled, bewildered and lost as reality set in. Where was he? He'd been lost in a haze so long that he's forgotten how he got there. He gazed at the massive creature for a few moments, this man could kill him in an instance if he so wished. He would kill him, Harry surmised, after he found relief for his thick manhood. There was a gentle throb between his legs as he began to come down from the high of arousal. Fenrir winced as a twinge of pain coursed through his back. The moon was boring into him. With a vicious tongue, Fenrir licked the boy's reddened lips. The boy edged away as tears began to cascade down his cheeks. Fenrir turned away awkwardly, he loved the taste of his victim's tears but tonight it seemed wrong to revel in those salty gems. The boy's big green eyes, looked so innocent and naïve rimmed with tears. Gently, Fenrir rubbed the tears away involuntarily.

"Shite!" Fenrir cursed before moving away, his randiness ebbing away as he moved. "Hey, you feel good don't you?" Fenrir said as softly as he could, placing his thumb under the boy's chin. The boy shook his head, easing closer at Fenrir's touch. Ignoring the unusual weird feeling now piercing his heart Fenrir went on.

"You don't have to blow me anymore." Fenrir finished reluctantly. The night would end to soon if the boy removed himself completely. He had to find a way to get him interested in the act again. He palmed the boy's cheek, allowing him to ease into a sense of safety. His little wizard stared up at him, those green eyes easing his soul.

"No, I liked it. I just...don't like the stuff that comes out. I'm sorry. " Heavy lashes hid those fervid eyes as the boy's cheeks grew red. Fenrir's rock hard cock bobbed to attention at the boy's confession. He smiled, the boy seemed so innocent. Not like most human's he'd come in contact with. "But you're just going to kill me anyway."

"No, I'm not."Fenrir half-lied. He didn't want to kill the boy, he wanted to screw his brains out and take him home, chain him up and do him whenever the need hit. Somehow, killing the boy seemed so off putting that Fenrir couldn't much imagine it.

"You want to hurt me." Harry stated bluntly, he was no enemy to pain. Having been beat up by his cousin and his cousin's friends for so many years, he could sense when someone wanted to hurt him. "Will you hurt me?"

"Yes, but I promise you'll like it." Fenrir said. He clawed at the boy's hips before pulling them down, forcing him to lay flat on the sand. He slid his fingers across the dot shaped cuts that he's left on the boy's hips. "Did you like it when I made these?" Fenrir asked as he hoovered over the boy's body. The boy whimpered in protest.

"Yes, your nails were inside me and I wanted...them to stay." Harry whispered as he reached forward to pull Fenrir closer. He wanted to have him closer, to feel the man's massive body on top of him with those wonderful hands caressing him again. He imagined that the pain would be something like what he still felt in his throat. A thumping tenderness that made it hard to swallow. He was ok with that.

"Did it hurt when I bit you." Fenrir said, palming the boy;s leaking tip.

"It hurt but I... like the way you look with blood around your lips." Harry moaned truthfully. Fenrir grinned like the cheshire cat. The boy was a little whore indeed. The whole time he'd been getting off. He imagined the boy in chains, bloody and fucked raw. He shivered with anticipation.

"I told you that you'd like it." Fenrir spoke, his voice heavy with lust. He stroked the boy's twitching member, rubbing his thumb against the spilling tip. "You don't get to cum yet." Fenrir said , pressing a finger at the boy's lips. Harry sucked it in greedily, licking and stroking it with affection. Fenrir wrapped his hand around the boy's neglected member enjoying the subtle little sounds that vibrated around his finger. He couldn't take much more. He wanted to fuck him, to feel his little body pliant and trembling under him.

"Are you a virgin?" Fenrir asked against the boy's neck. He knew the answer to that already, he could taste it in the boy's blood. That freshness that made his blood all the sweeter was like crack to Fenrir. He loved that taste, along with the boy's natural flavor, he was beyond hooked. Virgins were always the best in the beginning but after the shag, he'd have nomore use for them. This boy, was difference. He stroked the boy's soft side, dragging his claw lazily down his flesh causing the boy's legs to quiver. He had never wanted someone so much before, never compromised during sex either. What was happening to him?

"Yesss." The boy hissed, spreading his legs a bit in an attempt to lift his hips higher into Fenrir's waiting fist.

"You like having me in your body don't you? Making me happy?" Fenrir asked with a smile. Fenrir gave the boy's one last pump before moving away again.

"Yes. I like both. Your noises make my skin burn."Harry said, using one of Fenrir's outstretched hands to rub himself. Fenrir reveled in the sight. The boy stroking his hot, taut, creamy body with his hand, his pricking leaking all the while. The boy was so tantalizing.

"We both can feel good at the same time. Get on all fours and I'll show you." Fenrir said. The boy quickly obliged before turning around to look at him for further instructions. Fenrir was besides himself with longing. The boy's bottom was round, flawless and pale... ingenuous from it's inexperience. Fenrir grunted as he stroked the boy's bum like a fine tuned instrument. He licked at the pale skin, thumbing swirls of wetness all over it. It was firm and warm and Fenrir felt like a sick man but a happy one at least. He imagined all the things he could do to it and he began to pant mercilessly. He braced himself along the curve, his face relaxing on the softness. Calm down, Fenrir. He thought to himself. Calm down. With shaky hand, he spread the boy's creamy bottom.

"Get down on your elbows." Fenrir said, his voice low and gravelly. He rubbed his hands against the boy's bum, the beast inside was stirring. He didn't know how much longer he could bare to be gentle. He was shaky with need.

"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously as he lowered himself onto his elbows. "I think you lied to -aah oooh nhunh!" He moaned at the sudden intrusion. He shut his eyes at the burning sensation of the invasion, the hot wet ...thing was lapping at his insides and he didn't know what to do. He'd never felt anything like it. It moved, in and out, spreading him open with its thickness then pulling away, allowing him to close completely before restarting the process. He felt hot all over, inside and out. He moaned and whimpered, whispering adamant praise to the creature and his marvelous tongue. Fenrir, whirled his tongue around the boy's once pink hole, which had turned red from his worship. He whispered at the clenching dot before slowly poking it with his tongue once again. The reddened hole resisted him at first before giving in to him, quivering to confirm it's submission. The boy moaned with the skill of a paid whore as he backed onto Fenrir's tongue. Little fucking tart. Fenrir rubbed his thumb against the quivering hole. He couldn't risk using his fingers, when he fucked him, it would hurt enough.

"Relax." Fenrir said simply, before returning to his task. He searched the boy's silken walls with his tongue, covering every immediate crevice, ridge or hull with his saliva. He pulled out of the boy's confines and began to lick a line up his back, once again covering the boy with body.

"Wait, more! Don't s-stop." Harry was hysterical. It was amazing, mind-boggling and now the sensation was gone, he stroked his manhood absently. He pushed back once again in an attempt to regain the sensation but in the place of the magical tongue was something else. Something long and erect, he stiffened slightly. The creature breathed against his ear as its body settled over him. He could feel its heartbeat in his ribcage, he could feel its pulse mingling with his and he swore he could feel it's arousal. He eased onto his hands forcing his captor to mold to his new position. He started up into those sunny eyes, searching for something, a menacing glint, a hint of suspicion or maybe some warmth. The man's eyes softened as he stared, and Harry felt his heart soaring. A smile spread across the man's crafty lips and Harry couldn't help but follow suit. Fenrir moved a few strands of wet hair from the boy's face.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Fenrir started as he rubbed his aggravated unit against Harry's buttocks. "Relax and stay very still." Fenrir whispered against his mark on the boy's neck. He began to stroke the boy once again, building his wizard up to a trembling frenzy.

Harry stared up at the sky, the stars seemed eerily fluorescent tonight, as if they understood. Suddenly, his vision was overtaken with fluorescent stars and thunder bolts as pain surged through him.

Chapter Break

Dumbledore sighed as the bodies of the deceased were lined up. The werewolves had long gone. He had lost more than he had intended and Voldemort had not come. He hadn't expected him to of course but something was off about the whole situation. Why had he sent Bellatrix, Crabbe or Goyle? What reason if he knew that they would be captured without his help. What was Tom playing at? He trusted Bellatrix, Dumbledore had been informed but Crabbe and Goyle's work had been slacking lately. Why them? It made no sense. Dumbledore stroked his beard and swirled an imaginary lemon drop with his tongue. Was this his way of getting rid of spares? No, Dumbledore though to himself. Tom was more conniving than that, if wanted to be rid of the three he would have just killed them off.

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore!" A small man with an owlish face ran up to him. " We've found another one inside."

"Who?"

"McNair." The small man answered, with a huff.

Dumbledore scrunched up his face. What was Tom playing at. What was his point in this? Was this a way of supplanting him? But for what reason? He had so many questions, his brain was drowning in them. Perhaps, they were necessary losses to make him believe that he would come tonight. But why do that? He could have finished Harry off, along with the other occupants of the seedy bar earlier in the night. Why had he refrained so such an optimal chance. Just then, the deatheater mark in the sky erupted in a cloud storm of green light. The clouds ordered to together in a slime green colored ball before reshaping. Dumbledore's eyes widened. Where the skull and snake had been , now was only a skull, grey and black, its eye sockets were an ominous ebony and it's mouth sporting a devilish grin. It seemed to be looking straight at him. The skull seemed to grow in size, it's eyes on him, hoovering over his being. Then a demonic chuckle filled the air, a wind whistled through the grounds, nearly knocking them off their feet. Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone taking the awful skull with it Dumbledore stared up at the now empty sky. He understood then. His eyes grew to the size of small plates and his breath caught in his throat. Voldemort had sent him a message. A simple one but bone chilling in it's confirmation of the headmaster's fears: Tom knew.

Dumbledore grabbed hold of his chest as a pang of pain ran through him. He panted, unable to breath. He felt as though he was having a panic attack on the spot. The owlish man began to laugh, his teeth elongated as he opened his mouth, throwing his head make as he continued. The people around them stopped what they were doing, some stared quizzically and others back away. Some just stood unsure of what to do.

"Do you undersssstand now, old man?" The owlish man said, his grey eyes turning black and his skin becoming an ashen grey. Dumbledore stared up at it from his position on his knees. His wand was safely tucked in his sleeve. If the thing prepared to strike, he had the upper hand. "Your muggle loving days are numbered."Just then the man evaporated into a cloud of black smoke. As the smoke evaporated and people came to help him, Dumbledore stared at the ground where the man had been. Where the man's feet had been now was a small golden leaf coated in rust and dirt. His eyes widened and he tried to gasp for air.

"Find Potter!" He screeched, before darkness overtook his vision and he passed out on the ground.