Harry, Ron, and George crept to the front door with wands drawn. Ginny stayed back with Harmony—whether to protect her or keep her from running, Harmony wasn't sure. Her mind raced as she imagined who it could be and her heart leapt at the thought of Voldemort. But then again, she knew the Dark Lord wasn't the kind of man to politely knock at his enemy's door.

"Door opens on 'three' and we all Stupefy," Harry ordered. Ron nodded.

"Got it, mate," said George.

The three boys stood so close together that the tips of their wands almost touched as they aimed them resolutely at the door. Ron grabbed the knob and Harry started the countdown.

"One...two...three."

The door flew open and they all inhaled as one.

"Stu—!"

"Move aside, boys! Move aside!"

"Dad!" the Weasley's cried as the boys dropped their wands in relief. When they parted a pathway for him, Harmony saw a weathered and weary Arthur Weasley on the doorstep of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. However, he wasn't alone. With one arm draped over his shoulders, Rufus Scrimgeour drooped, looking less bloody but just as broken as when she last saw him in the Atrium. Mr. Weasley hauled his pathetic load indoors and Harmony noticed Lupin and Moody taking up the rear with their backs to them. Their heads twitched back and forth as they searched the street, making sure they hadn't been followed.

Once Mr. Weasley and the Minister—former Minister—were inside, Lupin slammed the door closed and waved his wand over it, muttering a protection ward. Mr. Weasley didn't notice Harmony as he hauled Scrimgeour past her down the hall and into the living room.

"What are you doing here, Dad?" Ron asked as they all followed him. "What happened to healing Scrimgeour at St. Mungo's? He still looks like hell."

"Cheers, boy," Scrimgeour moaned while Mr. Weasley gently laid him back on the couch.

"We got him a Healer quick enough. They did what they could." Mr. Weasley wiped beads of sweat from his brow. "Then St. Mungo's was infiltrated by Death Eaters. They dragged people out of their beds and forced Healers to fix their own instead. We couldn't risk them taking Scrimgeour back to Voldemort."

"I'd be a dead man if it weren't for your father here." Scrimgeour gave Mr. Weasley a grateful smile before letting his head fall back against the couch cushions in exhaustion. Although the blood was cleaned from him, his pallor was still white as parchment. On his hands, where the fingers were once missing, now had little stumps which would eventually grow back into normal fingers. Healers must have fixed his broken ribs in a heartbeat but Harmony imagined that the bruises remained.

Harmony had to remind herself that the former Minister was in that state because of Voldemort. The hands that had lovingly caressed every inch of her body were the same hands that ripped one of the strongest Aurors down into this pitiful mess. She had only been gone from his side an hour or two and it had driven him into a mad fit of violence. She could only imagine the state he was in now.

The moment Mr. Weasley's hands were free Ginny ran to him, leaving Harmony standing alone in the hallway. They shared a warm embrace, and then Ron and George came forward to join in. Seeing the family together made Harmony's heart ache for her parents. It had been so long since she'd seen them. Would they even recognize their daughter?

She overheard urgent whispers and her attention snapped to Lupin and Moody. They had just finished putting up the protection wards over the front door.

"Do you think we were followed?" Lupin asked.

"I know we were." Moody spoke in his usual gravelly tone that grated on Harmony's ears. "We can't stay long."

"Where can we go? Surely not the Burrow, and Shell Cottage is becoming a risk as well."

"We'll speak of this in a moment. Seems we have an eavesdropper." Moody's magical eye rounded onto Harmony. Lupin followed it and gasped when he saw her. Harmony gave them a sheepish smile. No smiles were returned as they came to stand on either side of her.

"Thank Merlin you're all okay." Mr. Weasley looked to each of his children with tired but love-filled eyes, including Harry. He tore his gaze away to search their squalid surroundings.

What he said next made Harmony's heart squeeze in her chest.

"Where's Molly?"

Everyone looked to the other with questioning glances.

"I sent her to find you kids when we took the Minster away," Mr. Weasley explained when no one else spoke.

"We must have just missed her," said Ginny, stepping out of her father's arms.

"We assumed she was with you," said Ron.

"Then where is she?" Mr. Weasley's voice cracked with worry.

Moody cleared his throat. "Perhaps our guest here can answer that question."

All eyes turned to him, and then promptly fell on her. The sound of air leaving Mr. Weasley's lungs was audible to everyone in the room.

"What," he began, his tone cutting, "is she doing here?"

The young witch and wizards spoke all at once.

"We can explain—" said Ginny.

"She's the only advantage we have—" said Harry.

"We couldn't just leave her there with him—" said Ron.

"I had loads of spare fireworks in my pockets, obviously, and—"

"Stop!" Mr. Weasley held up his hands and silence fell. He stared at Harmony a while, making her squirm uncomfortably.

Ginny stepped close to her father, speaking soft and soothing. "I know we went through so much trouble to exchange Hermione for the Minister, but—"

"—But now we have both of them," Harry finished. "And that puts us one step ahead of Voldemort."

Suddenly, Mr. Weasley strode over to Harmony. Eyes wild, he took her by the shoulders and shook her firmly, making her teeth chatter.

"Where is Molly?" His voice was threatening. A desperate man without his other half. Harmony could imagine how he felt. "Where is my wife?"

She dropped her gaze to the threadbare rug. Her face grew warm with shame. She took a deep breath and spoke everything in one exhale.

"He has her. Last I saw, his people were taking her to the Auror interrogation rooms."

Ginny's hand shot to her mouth and tears sprung to her eyes. Everyone in the room, save Harmony, twitched uneasily at this confession. Mr. Weasley's mouth set into a thin white line. His fingers dug painfully into Harmony's shoulders. Twisting, squeezing. Like he wanted to tear her to shreds.

"Arthur." Lupin spoke low in warning, but before his name finished passing his lips, Mr. Weasley bolted for the front door. "Arthur, no!"

Lupin and Moody leapt after him, taking him by each arm.

"Let. Me. Go!"

Mr. Weasley jerked this way and that, desperately trying to free himself. He was bigger than either of them and, despite their efforts, he inched his way to the door.

"What do you think you'll do, Arthur?" Moody said. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. "You think you'll just stroll in there alone, past his army of Death Eaters, and demand the Dark Lord free her?"

"That's exactly what I'll do! And then I'll thrash that snake-loving bastard for laying a finger on my wife!"

"Don't be daft, Dad!" Ron cried. A distraught George had a comforting arm around his sister. They had never seen their usually level-headed father in such a state before. "He'll kill you before you can make it past the entrance."

"He's right," Harmony confirmed. "Either that or he'll take you in for interrogation as well."

"I'll take my chances," he said behind gritted teeth.

With one last heave, he escaped Lupin and Moody's grasp. He threw open the front door and, like a curtain drawing back on a stage, revealed a rather disreputable-looking group of people standing on the other side. At its forefront was the tallest man Harmony had ever seen. His dark, coarse hair grew low on his scalp and all along his wide jaw. His greyish-blue eyes searched the three men in front of him. First Moody, then Mr. Weasley, and finally Lupin. Seeing the last man made him smile, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth.

"Hello, Lupin." The man—if he could even be called that—spoke low, voice rolling like thunder.

"Fenrir Greyback." Every bit of Lupin trembled, although Harmony could tell by the way his fists were clenched that he was trying to hold back his fear.

"I see the Dark Lord has decided to let you out of your kennel," Moody spat.

Fenrir tore his gaze away from Lupin to give Moody a snide grin.

All at once, everyone grabbed their wands. Before a single spell fired, Fenrir took Mr. Weasley by the front of his robes and threw him back.

"Dad!" his children screamed. He landed in a heap by the kitchen, groaning.

Fenrir ducked his head slightly so it missed the frame and he entered Grimmauld Place, two Death Eaters on his heels.

Moody took on the Death Eaters while Lupin faced Fenrir alone.

"You look well, Lupin, though a bit tired," Fenrir said, stepping slowly toward the man while the dueling chaos erupted behind him. Lupin matched his steps back, wand up. "Full moon is soon. Fighting it will only destroy you. After all these years and you still haven't embraced your power."

"I'm not like you. I wasn't meant to be a killer." Lupin's voice quivered with every word.

Fenrir barked a laugh.

"My progeny, as long as a part of me runs through your veins, you will always be a killer."

He suddenly stopped cold, angled his nose up in the air, and inhaled deeply. He moaned in satisfaction as his eyes landed directly on Ginny over Lupin's shoulder.

"No!" Lupin shouted but Fenrir threw him out of the way with one sweep of his arm.

The young witches and wizards all huddled together with wands drawn. Fenrir pulled out a wand of his own and wordlessly cast their defensive spells aside. When he was close enough, his hand snatched out, grabbing Ginny by the throat. He reeled her in, the back of her slamming into his chest. He kept her pinned hard against him like a shield. The boys immediately ceased firing.

Hand firmly around her throat, Fenrir buried his face in Ginny's hair. His barreled chest expanded as he breathed in her scent. She clawed at his hand to free herself but his hold only tightened. He then pressed his lips against her ear. Her red hair quivered as he spoke.

"Do you know what a wizard's blood tastes like?"

Ginny whimpered in reply.

He bowed his head and traced up the length of her neck with the tip of his tongue.

"Would you like to?"

Harmony pushed to the front of the group.

"Let her go," she demanded.

Like a man drunk on fire whiskey, his head rolled lazily away from Ginny to face Harmony. He instantly sobered at the sight of her.

"My Lady!" He smiled again, showing those horrifying teeth. "Well, it must be my lucky day." He nodded at Mr. Weasley who was slowly getting back on his feet. "When we followed them from St. Mungo's, we were expecting a bit of fun interrogation, perhaps a lead as to where you were taken. And not only were we led to you but to Harry Potter himself! I must be lucky indeed."

"The only person you're taking from here is me!" Harmony straightened to her full height, the authority in her voice making it hard as iron.

Fenrir grinned at this. Her resoluteness only seemed to amuse him.

"It appears you're under the impression that you can command me."

"Are you here under Voldemort's orders?"

"Yes."

"Then I do command you."

Fenrir chuckled, making Ginny's head rock. He exposed the inside of his naked forearm to her.

"Do you see a Dark Mark? I am loyal to Voldemort but not his regime. He made me a promise. He released me from Azkaban to do his bidding, and in return I'd be free to spread my power however much I wish." He looked down to the frightened young witch in his arms. "To whomever I wish."

Harmony stared at him in distrust. She had never encountered one of Voldemort's henchmen who were loyal to him and only him. If she wanted to get everyone out of there alive, she was going to have to manipulate him with the same thing all followers shared: fear of their master.

She waved a hand over the witch and wizards around her.

"These are my..." Friends? Allies? "...my companions, and I do not wish to see them harmed. If you disobey my wishes, Voldemort will be very displeased."

His stormy grey eyes narrowed in thought as he seemed to seriously consider her words. Then he tilted his head at her, mind made up.

"His pleasure in having you again would overcome any displeasure he'd have for me. Can you imagine? You in one hand, Potter in the other. The Dark Lord would weep with joy."

Harmony opened her mouth to argue but he picked Ginny up and threw her over his shoulder as though she weighed no more than a sack of flour. He turned and shouted at his comrades who had a bruised—but alive—Moody pinned to the floor.

"Take Potter and your Dark Lady. Kill the others."

Harmony's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to shout at them to stop! Even though they had kidnapped her, even though they had fought ferociously, even though they were no longer the best friends they once were—or ever would be again—she could not have their death on her hands.

Then Mr. Weasley emerged, blood trickling from his hairline. Ron and George squared up on either side of him. As one, they rose their wands.

"Crucio!"

The curse blasted from their wands in a powerful red stream that blinded Harmony. The combined curse hit Fenrir straight in the spine. He threw his head back, releasing a scream, and fell to his knees. Ginny tumbled away from him. The Weasley men descended, casting spell after spell, keeping the massive werewolf writhing on the ground. Harry and Harmony rushed to Ginny. She was shaking but unharmed.

Back by the front door, Lupin had regained his composure and was dueling the Death Eaters. Seeing their large companion taken down by the Weasleys must have injured their resolve. One of the Death Eaters ripped open his sleeve and pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark.

"They're calling in reinforcements!" Harry yelled to the others. He jumped into the fight with Lupin. Scorch marks covered the walls, wooden floorboards exploded into splinters. They had put up a respectable fight but were no match against Harry and Lupin combined. Within seconds, Voldemort's men were crumpled on the ground, motionless.

"They're going to swarm us at any second!" Harry shouted.

"Quick! Grab Moody!" Mr. Weasley ordered. Harry and Lupin helped the Auror up and brought him over.

Fenrir lay at their feet, broken but still breathing.

Harmony looked to the door and then back at the group. During the turmoil, people no longer paid any mind to her.

"Quick! We must Side-Apparate!"

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here!"

She could do it. Make a clean break. All she had to do was run.

"There's nowhere safe!"

"Anywhere is safer!"

Harmony turned to the door.

"I've got it!" Ron shouted, holding out both his hands. "Everyone grab on!"

She took a step, one step closer to him.

A cold, claw-like hand clamped down on her shoulder, making her freeze.

"Where do you think you're going, Ms. Granger?"

She spun around to see Rufus Scrimgeour—tall, thin, and menacing, like the Grim Reaper—towering over her.

She tried her best to shake him off.

"The Dark Lord tortured me because of you. I'll be damned to see you walk out that door."

"Let go!"

"Imperio!"

Instantly, Harmony's whole body went numb. Her thoughts, foggy.

She stopped resisting him. Why did she stop? She didn't want to go with them. She wanted to be with him. She had to run, but she couldn't. A little voice in the pit of her mind screamed for her feet to move. They would not obey.

"Good girl," Scrimgeour murmured. His grip on her tightened, nails digging into flesh. She wanted to wince from the pain but couldn't even manage that. Scrimgeour took George's arm. Now, they were all connected.

Down on the floor, Fenrir managed to lift a finger and he pointed it at Ginny.

"I'll be seeing you soon. The hunt has begun."

Ginny swallowed back a quiver of terror. Harry wrapped a protective arm around her, drawing Fenrir's gaze to him. He snarled at the wizard, threats of violence forming on his lips. But before they could hear a word of it, the group was sucked into a black hole and snapped out of existence.