Fighting two enemies at once was challenging, but I had welcomed it, it took my mind from my boyfriend fighting and his godfather's eminent death. One of my enemies, vaguely resembling Goyle from school, locked his syes on something over my shoulder long enough to stun him, and his ally was easily disarmed. He had been looking past me too, perhaps I should know what's going on behind me. All fighting had ceased, and all eyes were fixed on one point, even Sirius and Wolfie(only I'm allowed to call him that!) are staring at a bump on the floor...

Is that Remus?! He wasn't supposed to die, Sirius was! At least I think he is, a room full of arch enemies doesn't usually do this with stunned combatents. Is Ballatrix laughing? What kind of sick person is she? Nevermind, I don't want to know. I really don't want to know.

Poor Wolfie, he never seemed to like Remus, but there was a silent agreement between them. Remus never pryed, never asked questions, was reliable, and Wolfie trusted him like no other adult. And now that's all gone because of me. Wolfie had saved Sirius because of my vision, and now one of his best friends was dead. He was going to hate me now.

For now at least, his hatred was focused on Bellatrix, and rightly so. He turned to her slowly, as if moving quickly would cause him to lose all the self control he had. Wolfie was now glaring at Bellatrix over the lenses of his glasses, his wand aimed at her. That's when Bellatrix figured out that laughing wasn't the best idea considering that she knew that Wolfie was a talented duelist to say the least. He slowly stood, never blinking, and shot a spell that he had tried to teach the SET, but failed because of the complexity. It was a spell that only some of the better aurors could perform, it caused the enemy to lose consciousness for about twelve hours and have a mind numbing headache when they woke up, like a stunning spell on steroids. Wolf's spell missed as Bellatrix began running away.

Without hesitating Wolf ran after her, through one of the few doors in the room and out of sight. The battle began again when Lucius tried to follow Bellatrix and Wolf, Sirius nearly blew him to pieces, but missed by a few inches and made a rather large hole in the wall. At this point the forces were about evenly matched in numbers, making it so no one could follow Wolf and Bellatrix. And everyone was wondering what was going on between those two.

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She lay there, as unnaturally still as Remus was, but she had fallen like a coward. Looking at her, Wolf realized he had killed her. It happened so quickly, one incantation, one scream of terror, and her life was gone. Despite the fact that she was a crazy old hag that killed for fun, he felt sick and wished he hadn't killed her. Not the way he had killed her at least.

There was a slow clapping from behind him that made him turn quickly on instincts alone. Voldemort stood with a smirk that had been seen on many Slytherins' faces(seriously, was there a special Slytherin only class where they learned how to smirk?). "Congratulations, I didn't think you had it in you to perform the killing curse."

Wolf took a deep breath before answering sarcastically, "You seem so upset that she's dead."

Voldemort shrugged, "I have other followers, stronger followers... and braver as well. More importantly, I have you secluded from all help. How convenient."

Wolf had already figured this out and wasn't happy, but then his stupid Gryffindor pride took control of his mouth. "Bring it, Tom."

Voldemort's eye twitched and voice lowered a bit in anger, "So eager to die."

"No, I just don't sense any danger." Ah, famous last words.

"We'll see about that." And that's when their duel began, Voldemort firing the killing curse in every direction, Wolf dodging them and sending curses of his own at Voldemort. A few nasty curses were used by Voldemort when Wolf managed to hit him with the cruciatus curse(he'd already used the killing curse, why not use the others?). One of which made a deep cut on his torso, which was ignored of course so that Wolf didn't get himself killed.

"What the-" A new voice said, Voldemort turned and looked, followed by Wolf. It was Fudge, ten or so other ministry officials, some workers from the department of Mysteries, a few aurors and Dumbledore. Voldemort suddenly didn't like his chances of fighting his way out and apparated away. Fudge was staring at the spot Voldemort had previously occupied, "He's back..."

"No shit." Wolf growled, his black robes were covering his injury as he leaned against the nearby wall catching his breath.

"I believe you owe him an apology." Dumbledore said, receiving a glare from Fudge, "You did make a majority of the wizarding world believe that Harry was insane for his claims."

Fudge grimaced, "Fine, I'm sorry for causing general doubt in you."

"And I believe I owe you an apology as well." Wolf said, confusing everyone present, "I'm sorry I took Umbridge hostage. I cannot guarantee that she will be returned alive."

Fudge, like everyone else, was at a loss for words. Then they saw Bellatrix, laying on the floor, still and limp. Dumbledore pointed to her body, "Did you kill her?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Wolf replied, everyone shook their heads as the door Wolf had come from opened, letting in the entire Order and the five members of the SET. They all relaxed when they saw Bellatrix dead and Wolf alive, but Vaughn refused to make eye contact with him, and Sirius was staring at the floor. Hermione and Ron were the only ones to run over to Wolf, and Hermione hugged him, but cringed back looking at her hand. It was covered in blood. She looked at him in concern before peeling his robes back to reveal a large red stain on his clothes, he didn't move to stop her, Vaughn's indifference hurt. He knew she had to hate him for letting someone die, and if she found out about the killing curse...

Next thing he knew, he was at St. Mungo's being healed, Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Mad-Eye and two healers were the only ones in the room. Apparently Wolf and Vaughn were going home immediately because one of they're guardians had died. So now he was going to be trapped in a house with two people who hated him for killing Remus. If he had just looked around he could have saved Remus, even if it meant killing Sirius... but then he would have allowed Vaughn's vision to come true and she would still be mad. If he had been a better duelist he could have finished the battle before Bellatrix could even throw the curse. This was all his fault.

"Harry?" Ron's voice broke him from the trance, "What should we do with Umbridge? The aurors say she's under arrest for crimes against the greater good, and Snape has a punishment in store for her followers for helping her be evil like she was."

"Sounds good to me, but what about our spy?" Wolf asked.

"You guys have a spy?" Tonks said, "How does that work?"

"He volunteered, and doesn't deserve punishment, but he can't be singled out... Ron, could you apologize to him for me, tell him I'm sorry he got tied up like this." Wolf said.

"Sure, no problem, mate." Ron said patting his back, Hermione hugged him and then the two left with Mrs. Weasley to return to the school. The healers said he was healthy enough to leave, Tonks and Mad-Eye were to escort him to Grimauld Place. During the entire trip, taken by car because Tonks had learned to drive, Wolf never said a word. Mad-Eye watched him stare out the window, remembering how close he and Remus were, and yet Wolf hadn't shed a tear, hadn't cried, and had only talked when it was necessary. From what Remus had always said, Wolf was a self soother when away from his Pack and refused the touch of everyone else. And as for the idea of Vaughn comforting him, she had refused to stay with her boyfriend at St. Mungo's. This behavior was worrying them all, considering that for almost eight years the two had been inseperable.

Sirius opened the door without a word, and watched as Wolf walked under his arm into the house and to the stairs, but no one realized that he stayed far enough down on the stairs to hear what they said. Tonks talked first, "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know, I've just lost my best friend, again. And I didn't even get to try to avenge his death." Sirius' voice was low, but it was obvious tears were close.

"And Vaughn?"

"Up in Harry's room crying, and has been since we got here. How about Harry?"

"Hasn't cried, hasn't talked unless it was necessary. You have any idea what's going on between them?" Moody asked.

Sirius sighed, "Who knows, but it's got Vaughn pretty upset."

Wolf couldn't stand listening another minute, it was bad enough knowing he'd hurt her feelings, but to know that she was crying hurt more than his injury today ever had. They could have stabbed him and twisted the knife in his skin and it wouldn't have hurt him so much. And to have taken the revenge that Sirius deserved to have...

In his own misery Wolf had to smile at his plan. It was simple, a challenge, it would make them both happier, and was illegal. Most of all, he couldn't be traced, which is what he needed to get himself out of the picture. Vaughn and Sirius would get over this faster if they didn't have him as a constant reminder of Remus' death. He executed the first step to his plan quickly, sending a short letter to Ferret and Sable. Now all he had to do was wait until late at night.

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"Where's Harry?" Vaughn asked as she walked into the dining room, startling Sirius. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks stained with tears.

Sirius shrugged as he looked at her skeptically, "Since when do you call him Harry? What's going on between you two?"

She slumped into the chair next to Sirius and ran her hand through her hair, "It's complicated, he hates me."

"Since when? Last I heard you two were going out."

"The battle..." She began weakly but obviously wasn't going to finish, a tear ran down her face and Sirius had no idea what had upset her.

"I think you should go to bed, it's been a long day for everyone, and it's nearly midnight." Sirius suggested, "Why did you want to talk to Harry anyway."

"I had a weird vision, it's probably nothing." She answered, "It was Voldemort killing a a silver and black wolf."

"That is a bit strange, 'night Vaughn."

"'night Sirius."

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It had been a couple weeks of hard research, and making sure that Sirius saw him enough to know he was still here, but not often or for very long. The books for this research were not from the Black family library, they were from a box in the attic that had 'Property of MWPP' on the side. The book was their diary of the process of becoming animagi, and Moony had written his friends' progress in great detail, with the fluff from his gratefulness of their actions. This wasn't necessary, but as an animal it would be easier to run away and harder for others to track because animagi transformations couldn't be observed by the ministry. He had decided that Ferret and Sable deserved a proper goodbye, hence the letter.

He changed back into a human, it was his first full transformation that had gone well. He laughed softly, "Wolf by name and nature."

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(A/N: You might not understand Wolf's whole plan yet, but the next chapter will explain it all. Updating soon. Please review.)