A/N: Harry Potter and his world belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights. I am grateful she gives us the privilege of playing in her world.

A/N: There is a section of Recap and notes at the end of the Chapter. Read if you want.

Repost. Posted the unedited chapter. Some changes, but same base.

Chapter 39

June 19, 1995

Devon, England

Bonnie was moping about. It was a dreary day, her pack was taking a forced day off because Remus was off with Mr. Granger. Luna and Neville were not supposed to come over until the weekend. The Hogwarts Express would come back Saturday and they moved in Sunday.

She had not known how hard it would be to be separated from them for over a month. Her wolf didn't like it. She didn't either.

Looking out the window from her room, she saw her mum and Mrs. Granger heading out into the bleak day. It had rained more often than not over the last month, while other parts of England were seeing record temperatures and sun.

"They are off to Gringotts. The Goblins want to break ground in July," Annabel said sitting on the bench in the window across from her.

"I heard that too," she responded.

They watched the woman walk out onto the drive and a moment later, they were gone.

The girls sat for a while, watching the water flow down the drive.

"Do you miss Wayne," Bonnie asked her.

Annabel sighed. "Yes."

"Are you mates?"

Annabel had a small smile as she looked out the window. "I hope so. I love Harry and Hermione, but I'm not ready for that type of relationship. Alexandra says we don't need to be tied to the first potential mate, only if we heed the call of our wolf."

"I know. My mum has says the same. I never thought she would be able to claim another mate," she told Annabel honestly.

"Was your father her Mate," she asked.

"Yes. I think him dead now, though. That is why she has been able to be with Sirius. She never had anyone else around and always shut herself away when she went into heat, so that she would not be drawn to him."

Annabel paled some. "I don't want to be forced into it," she whispered.

Bonnie understood, but didn't. She had been bitten at such a young age she didn't know what life was without being a wolf. Going into heat was just what she was. She saw and smelt Annabel's fear of it.

"When it is my time, I just want it to be with my mates," she told her sister honestly.

Annabel looked at her sidelong with a raised eyebrow but didn't say anything. She didn't really notice as a blond girl and boy came to the front of her thoughts again. "You miss them? Neville and Luna?"

Usually her face would flush, and she would feel bothered. Today, she was so melancholy that she just nodded. She wasn't ready for that step yet, being only thirteen, but she felt it.

Annabel reached out and started to draw on the half-fogged windows.

"Are you scared," Annabel asked after a few.

"No more than normal. I am more afraid that You-Know-Who will recruit werewolves again. Looking at Harry, I think many will come to him and it will be a war against our own kind as much as the wankers."

"You don't fear what we are," she asked.

Bonnie shook her head. "I did. Then my Alpha and his mate showed me there was a new way. Remus is gathering some packs and others that are willing to listen to him," she said. She had overheard them a few nights ago.

"I figured. What of the Covens?"

Bonnie frowned. Rumors of a half-dozen covens had surfaced since Harry had escaped You-Know-Who. Sirius and Remus had word that they were 'recruiting' and some had a new Master they were working for. Fenrir Greyback and his pack had raided a town in Scotland during the last full moon. Four muggles dead and eight missing before the Aurors could respond.

Everyone saw he was trying to build his pack again.

"Harry is our Alpha. As long as he claims us, we are protected," Bonnie said resolutely. She knew Harry would never abandon them.

Annabel nodded. "Sunday can't come fast enough."

Bonnie agreed.

-oOo-

June 21, 1995

London, England

Sirius hated these robes. He had never wanted to be Lord Black, and here he was now, sitting among the Peerage in his black House robes and the Crest of his family on his chest. The smaller Potter crest lay above his. He was technically a Liege House of the Potters now that Harry was heir, but the Lordship of the Blacks, as a member of the sacred twenty-eight, was ensured a seat.

Around him sat the other Houses that were to either reclaim their status or potentially be voted in. Bill Weasley sat on is left, while Minerva sat to his right. Before him sat Mycroft Brown, who was up for election this year. The Browns and a few other houses were almost sure shots with the Bones Alliance gaining three more seats before the vote of the Lower Houses.

Looking around, he had to give a sly smile. Voldemort was back, but his support in the Ministry had taken a large hit the night he came back. Without a Malfoy or Bulstrode in their seats, the four Lower Houses that would have been up for election again had to stand down. Having Selwyn and McNair missing was also obvious.

Six empty seats in the front row of their section was glaringly obvious. Without the three Lord seats and the elevated house of McNair, Sirius doubted they had enough votes to keep their near majority. He expected to see that block lose another few Houses today.

The Minister and his retinue came in. The Minister didn't seem to have his normal bluster. He did raise his eye and look to Bones to see Dumbledore walk in with him. He was under the impression that his House seat was under censure and he had been removed as Chief Warlock. The man was walking just behind the shorter woman in pink robes that looked like a toad. She smiled a wickedly sweet smile, but didn't look as confident as she had the last time he had seen her.

"Why is Dumbledore here," he whispered to Minerva.

She shook her head, not looking very pleased to see him. "I don't know."

He sat his chin on his hand as the opening Ceremony started the term for this Wizengamot. Minerva and Bill sat tall and like most of the other members. He had no desire to conform if he didn't have too. His name alone put him third down the list of Lords and assured him a Senior Seat in the Peerage section. Someday Harry or one of his kids would have claim to that seat, wolf or not. The Potters should sit fifth. The Ross's were down at Twenty-third and the Weasley's Twenty-seventh. Three houses would be pushed out of the Sacred Twenty-Eight today, then three would be added back with the absence of Malfoy, Selwyn and Bulstrode. Today was going to really shake the Blood Purists.

The roll of current members occurred. The non-peerage houses were stripped of their voting rights, and then the vote for new Houses was called.

"Point of Order," Amelia called out.

Fudge looked at her with an indulgent look. "Worry not, Madam Bones, you will have your time, but first we must vote in the Lower Houses," he said to her.

It had been many years since Peerage Houses had re-entered the Wizengamot. They were supposed to be introduced before the voting.

"Point of Order for Lady Bones," Lord Patil stood.

"Point of Order for Lady Bones," echoed Augusta, Anders and Lord Zabini.

Fudge looked less sure. Five Peerage Houses had called it. It was required for them to be recognized now.

"Madame Bones, it appears you have the floor."

"There are Peerage members present that are to be recognized before any voting," she said.

Fudge looked to Dumbledore, who didn't do anything. After a second, he banged his gavel. "Point taken, Madame Bones. Would the Lords and Ladies of the Peerage that wish to claim their seats, please stand."

It wasn't a surprise to see the three of them stand. What was a surprise was to see a young man stand. They had not seen this coming.

"Please present yourselves," Fudge asked.

"Lord Sirius Orion Black, Head of House Black. Twenty-two generations since founding of my line."

The young man two rows down spoke up next. "Scion Rowan Selwyn, Heir of House Selwyn. Fourteen generations since the founding of my line," the dark hair boy said.

"Point of Order," a few people called out.

Fudge held up his hand. "Scion Selwyn, you are not Head of your House. You are aware you cannot claim your family seat at this time?"

"I petition the Wizengamot to strip my Uncle of his title and instill me as Head," the boy said in a cocky way a true Pureblood would.

"That is not possible until the Wizengamot and Minister have been installed. Please sit Scion Selwyn. Your petition will be considered in a while," Fudge told him.

"I demand to have my rights recognized and confirmed!"

"You will sit and wait, or the Aurors will escort you out," Fudge said a little angrily.

The boy looked distinctly unhappy but sat. "Mrs. McGonagall," Fudge said.

"That is Lady Ross, Minister. Lady Minerva Florence McGonagall nee Ross. Head of House Ross and eighteen generations."

Fudge pursed his lips and nodded.

"Mr. Weasley, you will have to wait," Fudge said.

"Minister Fudge, I believe I am allowed to apologize and take up our seat," Bill said.

Fudge looked about ready to say something before seven people stood in the Peerage section. Anders had delivered on his promise. Fudge sighed. "Very well, Mr. Weasley. The Wizengamot will consider your apology."

Bill didn't look pleased, but he stood tall. "The House Weasley offers its official admittance of guilt of challenging Minister Spavin without following the proper protocol."

There was a silence, then a man stood up. "That is not acceptable."

Amelia shot up. "It has been given in the proper manner accepted by the Wizengamot. I would strike to override previous apologize if this is not accepted. Current rules allow all such actions in the last fifteen years to be considered."

Fudge sat for a long moment. Sirius had a feeling the man was calculating which way the winds were blowing. "Minister, you must rule as sitting Chief Warlock," Augusta said standing up.

"Apology for House Weasley will stand. Please present yourself," Fudge told him.

"Lord William Arthur Weasley, Head of House Weasley. Seventeen Generations as a magical line."

"Any other Peerage seats that wish to present themselves? No?" The gavel banged.

It was another boring hour and a half while the Lower Houses were considered and voted. There were many nervous looks. In less than two hours, the power of the Wizengamot had just about shifted. It was not an unbreakable block, but the Houses aligned with the progressives and the 'Houses of the Light'... Merlin! He hated that phrase. They now possessed almost forty percent of the vote. With Greengrass and his block, it was just about assured they could pass whatever they wanted. The only reason he was here was to protect his Godson and those Harry wanted safe.

When the Minister banged his gavel again, he called for order. "Last order before legislation can be presented is the next five-year term for Minister of Magic. Who is nominated?"

Fudged looked out at them. Mulciber stood. "The House of Mulciber nominates Mr. Cornelius Fudge."

Fudge sat back, satisfied. Lord Patil stood. Fudge nodded, expecting the second nod he needed. "The House of Patil shall support Lord Anders Greengrass," the man said.

The Minister's eyes went wide and he sat forward. Anders looked sharply to Bones' Ally. He had not expected this. It was a masterful stroke by Amelia. One that a large majority could stand behind. He stood. "The House of Black casts it support with Lord Anders Greengrass."

A few others stood and Sirius chuckled at the stir.

-oOo-

June 22, 1995

Blyihl House, Devonshire, England

"Seventy-four. Seventy-five," he counted out before dropping to the floor. He still was not up to the same level he was a month and a half ago when he could do two reps of fifty pushups with no issue. Turning over, he started to do crunches.

"Don't push yourself," Hermione said from the chair in the corner of their room. She was reading the Daily Prophet as she drank her coffee and ate some toast and rashers.

He was too busy counting to respond.

"I don't think anyone expected to have Minister Greengrass," she said. "He already overturned a few rules from the WRI and Mr. Diggory was elevated to replace Yates as Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." She chuckled. "Fudge and Dumbledore look like they swallowed Skele-grow."

He finished his reps and flopped on the floor. He was panting as she moved the paper to crinkle her nose at him "You smell now."

He chuckled. "Just wait until I get back to what I could do before," he told her.

She went back to reading the paper. "I'll be sure to tell Prim to dunk you in a bath every time you get done."

He stuck his tongue out at her even though she couldn't see it.

"I saw that."

"I can make it disappear," he said and she shifted. The whiff of her arousal was something he liked very much. His wolf could tell she was getting close to her next heat. Next month.

She moved the paper to the side. "You play dirty," she said.

Harry kipped up and moved towards her. She grabbed the paper to her. "Harry! No! You're all sweaty and gross!"

He chuckled as he picked her up. "You're about to be too."

She hit him on the chest before giving him a deep kiss. Her breath was throaty when she spoke. "I am supposed to go out with my mother, Bonnie and Annabell. We are going to a muggle shopping center for some new clothes," she told him. "You have about forty minutes." It sounded like a challenge.

He walked to the bed and lay over her. Harry unbuttoned her shorts and struggled to get them off as she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him with a need that quickly got his blood to a fever pitch. She moaned as his hand moved between her legs.

"I thought you said your tongue would disappear," she asked breathily when he kissed her neck.

"Don't want to disappoint," he said pushing her shirt up, kissing her belly button before kissing the mound between her legs. The moan was even louder. A little bit later, he took some pride in how she came apart as he had her legs splayed out on the bed and his face between them. He loved the way her wolf whimpered and cried out.

She was breathing heavily as she came down. He ran his finger up her thigh and she shivered again as he ran it down her slit. "Harry," she said rather breathlessly.

"You sure you want to go out today," he asked her.

She moaned as he played with her. "They will be waiting for me soon." The whimper she gave when he kissed her mound made his wolf growl in pleasure. Like him, it wanted to please and claim its mate. He pushed himself up and she groaned.

"You may want to take a shower," he said getting up and moving towards the bathroom.

"I only have ten minutes," she said looking at the clock.

He chuckled. "I could wash you," he offered.

She growled at him and narrowed her eyes. "What happened to my sweet and innocent Harry," she asked.

"He found his mate. I also like the way you scream and ask for more," he said before flicking his tongue out at her.

She put a pillow over her head and screamed.

Mrs. Granger gave them an eye when Hermione was seven minutes late. Tonks gave them a knowing smile while Mrs. Tonks just shook her head. "Newlyweds," he heard her say. Harry didn't flush like he might have not long ago. He very much enjoyed Hermione. The fact he was still here to hold her every night and do what he just had was something he was grateful for. Harry was determined to be here for her and his Pack. They were his family and he wouldn't lose his family again.

"Jason is out back with Dan," Jane told him.

"Is Remus and Sirius going with you," he asked. He didn't want them going without a proper guard. Voldemort was laying low and no one knew what he was up too. The Wizengamot session yesterday shook things up. The typical three or four day session had been postponed to next week for everything to settle. Harry heard the crack of a gun. Dan had started to train them all in how to use muggle firearms.

"They are already there. We were just waiting for the all clear before we apparate there," Tonks told him.

He kissed Hermione again. "Be safe," he told her. It was hard to let her go. It was only the second time since coming back home.

"I will. Go spend time with Jason. Tomorrow we have guests coming," she told him.

He nodded but didn't leave them until they walked out the door after getting a patronus from Sirius. He stood looking at the door for minutes after they left. The cracks of a few gun shots shook him out of his stupor. He let out a breath. They were together. They would be safe.

Out back, a firing range had been setup last week. Most of the people in the house that had grown up in the wizarding world didn't believe what the weapons could do until Dan had shown them. As a former Army Sargent and Police Officer and now an active member of the Magical Enforcement Liaison Office, he was able to get permission to have a few rifles and handguns. It wasn't military grade machine guns or rifles, but Harry doubted most witches or wizards would expect them.

There was still some argument in the house about this, but Harry had made it clear he wanted his pack to know how to use them. Remus agreed. Tonks and Sirius hadn't looked comfortable with it, but they couldn't deny it could be an advantage. He expected a lot of resistance when some of the others came to Blyihl House this week. Harry would take any advantage he could though.

Jason was taking apart the small handgun. Dan was adamant. If you knew how to fire it, you knew how to take it apart, service the weapon and assemble it.

He was not as proficient as Hermione or Jason, but he was feeling if he ever needed to conjure or transfigure the Glock 19. He didn't know what the spell would be, but maybe Hermione and him could figure out something. Dan's training was invaluable, even if they couldn't use or carry them outside of Blyihl House.

"Good. Now put it back together and we will fire another clip," Dan told him. He looked up to Harry. "Are they gone?"

He could see the same worry in the man. "Yes."

Dan nodded before nodding to the shed. "Get a Glock 19 and let me see what you can do."

Jason snapped the barrel back in and let the slide lock go. The boy was focused as he put a clip in. Jason had changed some since Harry had come back. He wasn't as jumpy. He also teased Harry more.

"Any word on what is going on," he asked his father-in-law.

"No. Things are quiet besides the few attacks by the werewolves," he said.

"Can I fire, Mr. Granger," Jason asked.

"Show me your stance first."

Harry pulled up his hearing protection started to take the gun apart, trying to make sure he remembered what each part looked like. His magic reached out to feel the metal, plastic and other materials, like the gun powder. Over the last month, he had found using his magic like this was easier, though his wand still produced the best effects and didn't tire him.

Watching Jason, he was wondering if their magic could stop the bullets. It had only been about two weeks and they hadn't tried to stop them yet. When Jason was done, Dan turned to him.

"What are you doing," Dan asked.

"Trying to memorize how my magic feels around each part," he said.

Dan looked at him odd. "Why?"

"We are not allowed to carry anything like this. It's all well and good to have some here, but we will not when we go back to Hogwarts. We will have to practice with the crossbows." Harry thought out loud. As part of their new DADA training, Dan and Tonks were training them how to use knives and fists more.

Dan frowned. "Harry, I don't think you and Hermione should go back."

"I meant it when I said I would not abandon Greengrass or any new wolves that might come this year," he said to the man.

"That is admirable, but sometimes it is alright to step back."

Harry started to put the gun back together. "Would you step back?"

There was a silence. Jason had stepped over to them. "Harry, I am a grown man. I have military and police training. My first instinct is to run towards danger to keep others safe."

The barrel clicked into place and he pointed the gun away from them as he put the clip in and chambered a shot. They put their hearing guard on and Harry stepped up to the line. He aimed and fired the seven shots in the magazine. Three hit the target. He took out the clip and put another in. This time he took more time and got five on the target, and one in the chest.

"You're tensing too much between shots," Mr. Granger said as he took off his headset.

"I got more on target," Jason teased him.

Harry glared at Jason for a moment before turning to Dan. "My first instinct is to run towards the danger too. We also have to return if we want to get our OWL's. Once Hermione and I get those, they can't take our wands away and we have other options."

The man gave him a nod of acceptance. "Just don't be mental about it. Think as much as you can before you step into danger. My daughter loves you. You have others that depend on you. It does no one any good if you get yourself incapacitated again or killed."

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir," he said.

Jason saluted them and Harry pushed Jason, almost knocking him over. Jason laughed. "I still got more than you."

Dan took the gun Jason had put on the table. He took one of the extra clips Harry had, popped it in and rapidly shot off the seven shots in it. Five hit close to dead center. The others less than six inches away. "I challenge you to beat that."

Jason looked at the target, his mouth open slightly. Harry laughed at Jason.

-oOo-

June 24, 1995

Ottery St. Catchpole, England

It was past midnight and the air was still and clammy. A dozen figures moved silently through the wood down a hill. Just before them, an orchard could be seen and just beyond that, the top stories of a rather dilapidated looking house.

Fenrir smiled as he rolled his wand in his hand. Eight wolves from his pack carried crossbows and knives. The other three held wands, two of them having received their NEWTs. If this went well, he hoped to add a few new young ones to his pack and kill off the new Lord Weasley and the parents.

His 'Master' was most displeased with this family right now.

They got to the edge of the wood and stopped.

"What is wrong," Fenrir asked the wizard-wolf.

"The wards start here. I thought you said they were only around the house," the man said.

Fenrir curled his lips back. "Can we get through them?" It was not common for magical houses to have wards so far out.

The wizard-wolf started to cast. Fenrir had been denied the ability to truly learn how to become a wizard. It was one of the grudges he held against them. If he could find a way to break the Hags Call like Potter had, things would be different.

After a moment, the man pulled out some stones. "I can make a hole in the wards big enough to let us in one at a time. It will only last about ten minutes. If the ward stones are still up, we will be trapped. Also, if this is found, the Goblins will not sell anymore to us."

"Do it," he snarled. This was one of Potter's allies and friends. He still owed the boy. "Farley and Ross, find the ward stones and destroy them."

He growled as he turned to the others. "The girl is to be left unharmed but taken. If you can subdue any of the younger ones, take them. Otherwise, don't leave them recognizable."

There were a few smiles.

He crouched with the others. All he wanted to do was run to the house and rip through it. He was keeping his wolf in check for now. Farley was working around the edge of the grass. "What is taking so long," he demanded after a few minutes.

"The wards are more complex than I expected. I am trying not to set off any alarms," Farley told him.

Waiting was not what he wanted to do. It was more than ten minutes before a blue outlined oval appeared. It was just barely tall enough for him to get through while crouching.

The rest rushed through. The two wizard-wolves took off towards a small shed. Fenrir smiled a snarl as they ran through the orchard. They crested a small hill and then it all went to Morgana.

A cat started to scream loudly. As others of his pack ran over, more calls were added. Lights popped on in the house. "Fire into the windows!"

The calls were loud enough to hurt his ears. He only knew how to cause pain and destruction with his wand and did so with pleasure. "Bombarda!"

His spell hit the house and only a few shingles of siding fell off. It was magically reinforced. He couldn't hear what was going on in the house over the caterwauling charms. Shadows ran here and there. He motioned for two of his pack to follow him. He wanted the girl. He needed a new wolf to breed and he smelled her compatibility.

They charged the door and he dove to the side just as it exploded out. A woman was hit with the door and flung back. Three wizards came out, their wands were blazing.

Fenrir, suddenly behind them, jumped on the largest one. He didn't hesitate to sink his teeth into the man's neck. Fenrir was not weak or small, but the man grabbed his face and even Fenrir growled at the pain of his head being squeezed.

"CHARLIE!"

Fenrir tried to bowl the redhead over and instead found himself being launched over the man's shoulder. He slammed into the ground hard and cried out as he felt a cutting curse run up his arm. He rolled and saw the redhead stumble back while grabbing his neck.

Shields were up and the cross bolts were doing no harm. They would overpower them soon though. He got up and smiled, his left arm hanging limp. "Bombarda!" he growled, raising his wand. It sparked as he realized the tip was snapped. He threw it down and snarled.

"Get back inside," a tall redhead called. That must be William.

He ran at them. The big one saw him and raised his wand. Fenrir dodged the first three spells but was blasted away on the fourth.

He needed the girl! There was an explosion and screams of his pack. He got up to see two redheads throwing things out a second floor window. When they landed, giant fireworks went off and he watched one of his pack be consumed by a giant red dragon, that exploded when its snout hit the ground. Only a charred body was left when his eyes recovered.

"Fall back," he snarled. This was not going to work.

His eyes burned with hatred as he looked back at the house from the woods. They had to get to the top of the hill before they could portkey back. Five others were before him. Three were stuck inside the wards as a few cracks of apparition came. "Aurors!"

The damned Red Coats were becoming a huge issue. He had lost two in the last raid. Tonight it was going to be six. He told the hags and Malfoy they should have waited for the moon. He snarled when he activated his portkey.

-oOo-

A/N: Recap from Year 4

It has been almost three months since my last posting. Today is 06 October 2020. Have been inspired with another story and lost my muse on this one for a while. Plan to post every other week for now.

General Notes: Guns - I am going to follow the English gun laws, and probably a few bans in the Ministry and Wizengamot. Magic will still be priority for the story, but I plan on introducing some of the modern 1990's world into the story, especially having muggles and muggleborns around.

Recap of what I consider major plot points that drive the story forward, by request of a few readers:

1) Harry and Hermione are werewolves. Harry is no longer a horcrux after the dementor attack third year.
Harry is a rallying point, like Dumbledore wanted, but not in the way Dumbledore wanted him to be.

2) Silver is very important to the wolves, but it's not really a poison. It just temporarily blocks their lycan powers. Werewolves can die from complications when their increased resistance and healing is blocked.
Hagsbestian Silver, made by the hags, is a totally different story. This silver 'kills' the infection and can be used for control and potions to turn the wolves outside the full moon.

3) Moody is Moody. He was never used for Polyjuice potion.

4) It was Karkaroff that imperished Draco at the start of year, the girls that attacked Harry and Professor Sprout.
Karkaroff was also responsible for recruiting the hags and werewolves that attacked Harry's pack at Hogwarts and were helping Voldemort.
Karkaroff is dead, at Voldemort's hand.

5) Voldemort is back. Draco's blood was used. Harry's was not because of fear of being infected. This was why Draco became the Champion.
Voldemort tried to use the hags, with Karkaroff's help, the change and bind Harry to use as a weapon. Harry resisted and escaped with Draco.
Voldemort is down some key supports he had in the books. He will need to find replacements or try something different:

5.a) MALFOY: He has abandoned the Dark Lord. Who knew that was possible?
5.b) BULSTRODE: Killed by Harry when escaping Yaxley Castle

5.c) SELWYN YAXLEY: Named as Death Eaters and Bones has put out Aurors on the case
5.d) MCNAIR: Arrested after a raid that found muggle remains and some still being tortured in his basement
5.e) CROUCH JR: Killed by Malfoy
5.f) SNAPE: Unknown. See below.

6) Lucius Malfoy is on a path to overtake Voldemort. The hags and wolves that Voldemort would have recruited, are mostly flocking to Malfoy. He has positioned himself well to become a major kingpin. It will be interesting to see what happens.
Malfoy does have a few major goals, including becoming the Kingpin of Britain and to procure a proper heir.

7) Draco Malfoy has come to the 'light', mostly thanks to his second wife and experiences in the Triwizard Tournament. The Potters and Junior Malfoys see eye-to-eye and have a truce after what happened. Unsure if a Life Debt developed as they escaped Voldemort.
Pansy is pregnant.

8) Dumbledore... where to start. His downfall is just about complete. Remus bound him with Life Debts to protect Harry. Since much of Dumbledore's plans revolved around Harry, all he could do was watch them unravel the past year. In doing so, Harry has moved more into the 'Leader of the Light'.
Dumbledore has been removed as Head Mugwump and Chief Warlock. He maintains a Council seat in the ICW, but has been censured from his Family seat in the Wizengamot.
Lastly, the curse from the Gaunt ring is already destroying Dumbledore's body. He may or may not make it through the year, especially without Snape's help

9) Snape. Unknown yet where his true loyalties lie, except that he is working with Malfoy to get his revenge on Sirius and Harry. He is also godfather of Draco, so he can do no harm to the boy. Does that mean he may prevent harm to Draco?

10) Blyihl House is going to undergo a major expansion. It will become the center point and haven for those resisting Voldemort and other elements.

11) Fenrir Greyback wants to be free. He wants a Britain and world dominated by werewolves and other creatures. His goals are to see the wizards fall and the muggles to be under his foot, or in his stomach...