I do not own Harry Potter, sadly, or the pairings (and the personalities) would be so messed up it wouldn't be Harry Potter anymore... Enjoy!

I stepped back from him, so my senses wouldn't be caught up in his scent and took a sniff. At first I smelt the burnt wood, ash, and flame of the fire. Then as I breathed deeply, I noticed it. Fear. Pain.

Loss.

"The battle," I gasped.

I grabbed Julia, immediately in action. "Get the others, take them inside. And whatever you do, do not leave the house!" I instructed her. "Irina, Frida, Mira, go inside. Do not leave."

"That's an order," Fenrir instructed. "Make sure no one leaves this house."

"What's going on?" Hermione demanded.

"The war," I spoke. "It's the battle we've been waiting for."

"How do you know?"

"I can smell Jaycee's fear," I told her.

"It's not Jaycee's," a voice said from the door. I turned to see Nymphadora Tonks, from the one Order meeting I did attend, and she visited Grimmauld Place often when we lived here. "We haven't found her. She's as good as dead. The battle's starting. Minerva told me to collect you. Where's the rest of your pack?"

"Dead," I told her shortly. "Why are you here?"

"To get you," She repeated. "And... Remus won't let me fight, but I have to."

"Remus?" I asked. "What does my brother and pack mate have to do with you?" I knew they loved each other, but he had no authority over her.

She glanced to my left, at my brother, who was standing next to Ilyra, but she was tugged out of the backyard by Eliza. I saw Julia take Sayllem, Lyam take Skoll.

"He's my husband," Tonks spoke.

"I hate to burst your bubble, honey," I said with false sweetness, "But he's mated. And, another thing, you look able to fight. Why aren't you?"

"I have to stay alive for Teddy."

"Teddy?" I questioned, standing a step closer to her. I had a bad feeling about this 'Teddy'.

"My son," Remus stated quietly.

"Remus!" I hissed, whirling around. "Ilyra-I can't deal with this now. We need to fight. How do we get there?"

"You have to apparate to Hogsmeade," she told me. "And run for the Hogs Head. Death Eaters have wards on the village so they know if someone apparates. Aberforth will guide you to the portrait. Take the portrait to the Room of Requirement. That's where the Order is meeting. From there, you'll receive orders on where to go."

Fenrir nodded, "Let's go. Aohdan, Hermione, you go first. Badra, you follow with Remus. Roma and I will go then. Ready? Apparate."

I clutched Fenrir's hand and apparated to where I remember the Hogs Head.

The others from the pack were around me and alarms went off instantly. I raced for the Hogs Head, two doors down and slut the door tightly behind our group of six.

"Another lot?" A gruff voice grumbled. "Ariana, you know what to do."

I let out a breath of relief as the alarms stopped and we were safe. A portrait above the fireplace moved and the girl in a blue dress vanished. She came back a moment later and swung open. Hermione gasped, "Neville!"

"Hermione?" he gasped, leaping out of the portrait. "Bloody hell, we thought you were dead!"

"Fenrir saved me from the manor," Hermione laughed, hugging him. "Are Harry and Ron here?"

"In the room. Come on, you lot, let's go."

We all squeezed into the passage. I had Hermione in front and Remus in back. Friends to the Order on both sides. Just in case. Neville led us to the end of the passage way and I felt all eyes turn to the portrait as the door opened.

I only then realized I was still in my orange dress and Hermione in her blue.

"Hermione!" I heard someone shout and a red headed boy, I recognized him as Ron, came over to us and launched himself at the girl.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "Harry!" she cried, launching herself at the other boy.

"We thought you died!"

Hermione laughed and stepped back towards Aohdan subconsciously. Aohdan wrapped his arm around her waist, "Well, I was sort of rescued. Fenrir brought me to the pack, and well, I was healed from there."

"Where's the rest of your pack?" I heard Molly ask. I looked at met her eyes, but Fenrir answered for me.

"Dead," he said shortly. "Only children are left besides us, and two other girls Hermione's age, but they know no magic."

Molly swallowed, "Six? You bring with you six numbers and hope that'll help us!"

"We brought what we had," Fenrir growled.

"They have hundreds of wolves!" Molly cried at us. "And you bring five!"

"Would you rather we left?" I snarled at her. She paled and shook her head, stuttering something out.

"I remember you, Molly," I told her. "Always blubbering around Arthur. Us werewolves aren't vicious unless you get on our bad side. We came to fight for the Order. Don't make us regret it."

"You are to guard the students," Arthur spoke up, shushing his wife from shouting something ugly at us. "Some of them won't have experience. Do whatever it takes to keep them safe."

I nodded, "No casualties will be tolerated on our watch."

His eyes looked at Hermione and I's dresses, "Been somewhere?"

"Fesitval," Hermione explained. "Long story short, being apart of the pack requires a lot of dancing."

I snorted, "Only at first."

"Apart of the pack!" Molly screeched.

"Uh..." Hermione faltered.

"She's the second in command's mate," Fenrir spoke up. "She's apart of the pack."

"Can we not dwell on this?" I snapped. "We have a war to fight."

"Yes," Molly muttered. "Everyone, be careful. No one under age is allowed to fight. Good luck."

And we departed ways. Fenrir rounded up the pack, Hermione included. "Don't do anything foolish," he stated. "Yourself comes first. Remember, if you're mated and you die, they die soon as well. Maybe not tonight, but within the week. So keep yourselves safe. Kill. Aim to kill. They're going to be killing you otherwise. When I was a Death Eater and we went to battle, we had to kill. There was no other option, and there still isn't for them. So don't hold back. Believe me, it's not worth getting killed over to send them to Azkaban for life. That being said... good luck. Let your instincts take over."

I hugged each one of them, knowing this was a final goodbye for some.

"You're always apart of this pack," I told them, letting out a shaky breath. "You've made it this far, make it a little farther."

I hugged Remus tightly, "I'll be glad to be the sister you remembered," I told him quietly. "You'll always be my little brother, Rem."

He chuckled, "This isn't goodbye. More of a see you later."

I laughed as well, hugging him tighter, "Be careful, okay? Not for myself, or yourself, but Ilyra as well. She deserves a second chance. And I want you to survive to live and see your great nephews."

"Already planning on more pups?" Remus teased.

"Well..." I grinned. "I am Alphai. Gotta keep some things coming. Take care of yourself. Don't turn your back. And howl if you need help. I'll be there in a second."

"Way to exaggerate."

"I'll be there in a few, then," I amended. "But don't stop."

"I promise. You have a son to go back to."

"So do you," I reminded him. "And one on the way. And a mate. Don't disappoint her."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Remus winked. I kissed his cheek before watching him run out of the Room. I bit my lip and turned to Fenrir. He licked my neck, much to the disgust of the others, and I leaned up on my tippy-toes, pulling him down from his seven foot height to lick his collarbone where my bite mark was.

"I love you," I told him softly.

"I love you," he replied, kissing me softly on the lips. "For Sayllem."

"For Sayllem," I agreed. And he left.

I stood in the Hall for a moment, my heart shattering every second he was gone, and then I opened my eyes. They were pure gold. I was feral. Not for blood, or revenge. No. I was feral for the fight. I left, my orange dress swishing the faster I flew. The halls were the same as they were the last time Badra and I were here.

I saw a girl with curly brown hair being growled at by another feral wolf. I recognized him immediately. Odin.

I was in front of the girl in a flash and growled at Odin.

"Romula," he greeted. "Long time no see. Tell me, is Remus Lupin around?"

"Haven't the slightest clue where my brother is," I told him honestly. "But I will tell you, Ilyra and him are so good together."

He growled and launched himself at me. No magic. Feral and wanting my blood.

I shoved the girl from behind me and forced her down a few feet. "Run!" I told her.

She didn't. She stared wide-eyed at me as I crouched and launched myself at Odin.

"You smell like me," he growled as he tried to tear at my flesh.

I pinned him to the ground and laughed, "I smell like your son!"

"My son is dead!"

"Fenrir is my mate," I hissed at him. "And he's very much alive."

I was pinned to the ground and his nails dug at my neck, breaking my skin. I growled and threw him off me. He hit the pillar of stone and crumpled to the ground. I pulled out my wand and aimed it at him, "Sectumsempra!"

Gashes appeared on his skin. He'd bleed out.

I turned to the girl, "Foolish girl," I hissed. "I told you run."

She was hyperventilating, "I-I was trying to find Ron!"

"He's in the entrance," I told her. "Be careful. And if a werewolf attacks you, kill it. But make sure its not Fenrir. He's on our side."

She nodded, gasping, and ran off.

The only thing I was really worried about is that our side would be killing Fenrir, because they were confused.

I took off for the courtyard and saw Harry be struck down with a curse. His arm and leg bent at odd angles. I helped him to his good foot and dragged him into the Great Hall, to be healed.

"You foolish boy!" I hissed at him. "You need to stay strong!"

"Where's Hermione?"

"I'll find her," I assured him. "Get healed first."

As soon as I reached the courtyard again, I was grabbed. I tried to fight, but apparation was hard to fight. As soon as we landed, I was knocked out cold. I felt Fenrir's fear in the bond.

Here we go! Things are about to hit the deck!:)