I do not own Harry Potter only the situations in which I put them in. I also own Amy, who is not to be used by others without my permission.

"Something must be done!"

Voldemort was pacing back and forth in the middle of a large ring of Death Eaters. Each masked Death Eater stood deathly still with their heads bowed, not daring to say anything. Voldemort circled within them slowly, looking in the eyes of every mask as if searching for a hint of some emotion. Finally, he stopped in front of a sturdy figure and quickly waved his hand in front of his face. The mask disappeared off the man's face like smoke to reveal the sick looking features of Lucius Malfoy.

Voldemort's red, slitted eyes stared into Malfoy's round, gray ones and asked, "How do you think Greyback was killed?"

"I don't know, my Lord," Malfoy stuttered.

"You recovered the body, did you not?"

"Y-y-y-yes."

"Well, then what did you find," Voldemort hissed.

"Deep bite marks, flesh hanging from deep cuts, and two bruises on his chest," Malfoy rattled off.

Voldemort then broke his eye contact with Lucius, and looked around at the others who all still had their heads down, staring at the ground with what appeared to be great interest. He stealthily walked over to another person who was short and round. Like with Malfoy's mask, this person's mask also disappeared with a wave of Voldemort's hand. This man was Wormtail. Voldemort surveyed him for a moment with interest before he asked silkily, "You've been around Animagus friends. What animal does that sound like to you that could do that much damage to a werewolf?"

"I d-d-don't know, my Lord," Wormtail stammered.

"Wasn't your friend, Black, an Animagus dog?"

"Yes, but even he could not do damage like that, and as you said, especially to a werewolf like Greyback," said Wormtail.

"So you think it's something bigger and stronger than a mere dog?"

"But what could it be," Wormtail whispered, looking into the eyes of his master with confusion.

"I believe you and Lucius ran into this particular beast that night I sent you into Diagon Alley," Voldemort said, glancing from Wormtail to Malfoy.

"But, my Lord, we didn't see what hit us," Malfoy hesitantly interjected.

"I know you didn't see it head on, but you did see the outline of it, didn't you?"

"Yes," Wormtail and Malfoy said together.

"And what do you think it was?"

"It almost looked like the outline of a rather large dog," Wormtail thought back, "almost like a wolf."

"Very good, Wormtail," Voldemort commended resting his bony hand upon Wormtail's shoulder for only a second. "I too believe it was a wolf."

Voldemort moved back into the middle of the circle to address all of the Death Eaters at once. At this time, all of them raised their heads to listen to Voldemort's speech.

"My Followers, I believe we have an ancient magic on our hands. Hogwarts did not have any such wolf until the American Potter arrived. Now, it appears this Potter's Animagus is strong enough and powerful enough to kill a fully grown and dangerous werewolf. Believe me when I say that this Potter is not nearly as mediocre as her brother; however, she will be no match for Lord Voldemort. Just as I can weaken Harry, I now bring before you a person who can weaken Amelia."

Voldemort reached out his hand and a teenage boy broke between the Death Eaters from behind. He was tall and pale with dark brownish-black hair and light blue eyes that seemed to pierce the night like two small flashlights. He was sturdy and muscular, but moved with the grace of a much lighter person. He approached Voldemort's side and stood there like an obedient dog. Voldemort wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and announced to the band of Death Eaters, "Say hello to Drake, the boy who has known Amelia since they were children, who's Animagus is the long time enemy to her Animagus, and who can and will kill Amelia Potter!"

The cheers, hoots and hollers of the Death Eaters were so loud it seemed to shake the earth and stars.

LS

Amy, Eli, and Harry were outside in the grounds at a picnic style table that Eli had conjured for them to sit at and enjoy their dinner. Eli had thought it a good idea for the two siblings to get to know one another since they had been separated for so long. Eli had also told Amy that he had wanted to get to know Harry like a grandson since Harry did not really have anybody now to look after him.

From what Amy could tell Eli and Harry had made a quick and wonderful connection. To her they seemed so much alike in the fact that both loved Quidditch, had a knack for D.A.D.A, and in school it was their best subject and they always seemed to have bad luck when it came to events that happened in their school careers. Eli told Harry some stories that he had previously told Amy, and by the end of his story Harry was not feeling that unlucky anymore. It was a pleasant evening, and then Amy got on the subject of him and Professor McGonagall.

"I think it's cute you have a little girlfriend," Amy said, giggling at the look on her grandfather's face.

"Yeah, and the fact that you went for McGonagall too," Harry chimed in, taking a sip of juice from his goblet. "I mean if you ask me, she's the better looking of the lot."

"Harry," Eli barked, a look of surprise on his face, "she's your teacher, you can't speak of her like that!"

"Sure he can," Amy backed him up. "I talked about one of my teachers like that. He was really good looking!"

"Amelia Lilianne Potter," Eli yelled, nearly choking on his water, "I don't want to hear you talking like that!"

"Sorry," Amy apologized to him, but then she turned to Harry and whispered, "But he was so hot!"

Eli cleared his throat acting as if he had not heard. Amy and Harry laughed at the look on his face. Eli then decided it was getting too dark and outside was becoming unsafe. Amy and Harry cleared the table of all the dishes with a wave of their wands, while Eli made the table disappear with a flicker of his wand. As they made their way up the walk towards the school, Amy and Harry were talking about the difference between American English and British English.

"I can't believe you call 'making out' 'snogging'. I mean what is that?"

"Yeah, well when you come here talk normal, don't say, 'Hey wassup, Dawg?'"

"I don't talk like some gangsta, and how about you try to pronounce some of your R's, huh? And bloody, you know if you described anything as bloody in America we would think you committed a crime."

They argued like that all the way to the doors of the castle until Amy came to an abrupt halt on the threshold. The next thing she knew, she had a splitting headache and was clutching her head with her right hand and leaning against the castle with her left. Eli and Harry watched her cautiously for a second before Eli moved forward to help her. Before he could lay a helping hand on her, she snapped her head towards him with those light blue eyes. Startled he stepped back and watched as Amy stared at the Forbidden Forrest, and then suddenly changed into Fionn. Ignoring the cries of her grandfather and brother, Amy bounded off into the forest. Harry watched her go and then looked back to Eli to see him changing into his Animagus form too, which was a big grizzly bear. He took off after her leaving Harry to stare after both of them helpless and clueless.

LS

Amy (or Fionn) dashed through the forest as quick as lightening till finally she came to a small clearing. She sniffed the air around her, knowing someone forbidden was there. Finally she caught the scent of him, and snarled as she turned to see the Black Wolf peering down at her from an outcropping rock. He was majestic in appearance, much like Fionn, only there was something sinister about him whereas with Fionn there was not. Kieran spoke with Fionn:

"You know the girl will die with you."

"Oh, Kieran, if only you knew of the power of love."

"Love has nothing to do with this, Fionn!"

"Oh but it does. Her grandfather loves her too much to see anything happen to her, and so do I. If you fight with anyone, then it will be with me and me alone."

"Then why do we possess their spirit if we are not to use them? They are tools to help us with our ancient battle."

"They allow us to be reborn and survive, not to help us settle our differences. Besides, I believe they have differences to settle all their own."

"My boy is a warrior who will help me do my bidding!"

"My girl is a nurturer who will not help me defeat you."

"That's because you're weak! You do not do what is necessary to win!"

"No, Kieran, you are the one who is weak, and must have someone provide you with the strength you need to fight me."

"You'll pay for that, Fionn!"

At that moment he leapt from his place on the outcropping and dove in for the attack upon Fionn. She was braced for impact, but at that second a grizzly ran from the cover of the forest and placed himself in-between Fionn and Kieran. Kieran made contact with the grizzly and cut him across the midsection. The grizzly roared in pain, and raising his large and mighty paw back-handed Kieran in the face where he was thrown back towards the middle of the clearing. Kieran stared daggers at the grizzly, but got up and disappeared into the forest.

The grizzly slowly turned to face Fionn and fell out of breath to the ground. Through Fionn's eyes, Amy saw her grandfather slump lifelessly to the ground and cried out inside. Eventually Amy's emotions were powerful enough to switch controls and Amy became the White Wolf instead of Fionn. Amy ran over to her grandfather and placed a paw on his face, trying to stir some life into him. Slowly the grizzly opened his eyes and gave a low growl as if to say, "I'm hurt and in pain".

"I know you're hurt," Amy whispered.

Then with all the strength she could muster, (which with the strength of Fionn helping her was a lot) Amy hoisted him onto her back, and acting as if he was as light as a feather, took off with him through the woods back to Hogwarts.