/Welcome to the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed the last one. Oh yeah! This takes place in April. Frank is finishing up his Sophomore year and Joe is finishing his Freshman year. Frank is 16 and Joe is 15.

Anyways, enjoy the story!/

Frank's POV

I open my eyes to see the sunlight shinning through my window. I blink a couple of times to adjust to the lighting. I glance to my right to see that Joe is still sound asleep. I quietly leave my bed, so I don't wake Joe up. I walk towards our bathroom to change the bandages. I close the door quietly behind me as I turn the lights on. I unwrap the bandages over the sink, just incase it's still bleed, which it probably is. My eyes widen in surprise as I see that my wound has healed and now it's just a scar.

"What the-how," I mutter as I look at the scar. "I have to show Joe."

I turn the light off and I head back into my room. I walk over to me bed and I start shaking Joe.

"Joe! Joe wake up! This is important," I tell him as he shrugs my arm off and rolls over.

"5 more minutes Frank," Joe mutters as he starts to fall asleep again.

"No Joe! This have to do with the bite mark from that wolf," I tell him.

"I'm up," Joe says as he sits up and looks at me. "Now, what about the bite mark?"

"It's healed," I tell Joe as I show it to him. "I went to change the bandages and I found it like this."

Joe looks at the scar in shock. He grabs my arm and he looks at it.

"Dude. It looks like you got this a couple of months ago and not last night! Please tell me you aren't seeing me as a yummy snack," Joe says as he looks at me.

"No. What do we tell Dad?"

"No, what do we tell Aunt Gertrude and Mom. I'm more worried about them than Dad," Joe says.

"Well, I could wear a bandage and told them I got scratched last night. Nothing more and nothing less."

"Let's just hope that works," Joe says as he gets out of my bed.

"It will. Let's get dressed and then go down for breakfast," I suggest.

"Great idea. See you in a bit," Joe says as he heads to his room.

Random Witch's POV

I walk into the office as Aurors hurry around to do what they have to.

"Have we found her yet," I call out as I enter the planning area.

"Not yet. We are trying are best Ma'am," a Auror Ethan tells me. "The full moon was last night, so she won't be moving around for a couple of days."

"There is a chance that she haven't moved since the full moon last month," another pipe up.

"Because she would feel safe where she is. She believes that we don't know where she is," I say as I look at one of the Aurors. "How many Elite Aurors are free to help us with this?"

"Only Thompson and Greggory. All of the others are busy with other cases," Auror Ethan tells me.

"Alright. Tell them to meet me in my office. The three of us will have to do until the others are free," I say as I head towards my office.

I enter my office and I sit at my desk as I wait for Thompson and Greggory to enter. The door opens up and they walk in.

"What do you need Mari," Thompson ask me.

"I need your help in catching a Witch named Elizabeth Wilson," I tell them as I pull a picture of her out. "She is a powerful witch that have evaded our attempts to capture her for sometime now."

"Ok. So why can't you do it by yourself," Thompson ask me as Greggory looks at the photo.

"She's a Werewolf, isn't she," Greggory says as he looks at me.

"Yes. Her bite mark is on her left shoulder. You can see it poking out from under her shirt," I tell him as Thompson relooks at the photo.

"Alright. Where to you think she is," Thompson ask as I wave my wand and map of the States appear.

"We believe she is around this area," I say as the area starts to glow. "We also believe she haven't moved since the full moon last month."

"Looks like she's taking a risk," Greggory says as he looks over the area.

"Yes. She feels safe," I say.

"Hey look, Bayport is in the area," Greggory says as we look at the map to see that he's correct.

"And why does that matter," Thompson says as he cross his arms.

"Well...I have distant relatives that live there. Also, there are muggle detectives that live there," Greggory says as he looks at me.

"What's there names?"

"Fenton Hardy is their father. Frank and Joe Hardy are teenage detectives," Greggory tells me. "If she knows anything about muggles, she won't go there. But..."

"But what," Thompson ask Greggory.

"Look, if Elizabeth doesn't keep up with muggle news, then there is a big chance that she might be there. I can send work and ask my relatives if there have been any sights of a Werewolf. While we wait word from them, we should explore the area surrounding Bayport," Greggory tells us.

"Alright. Send word to them today. We will start our search tomorrow," I tell them.

"Fine by me," Thompson says as he leaves.

"I'll go write and send the letter to them now," Greggory says as he heads towards his office.

My door close and I look at the map.

"Let's just hope she haven't bitten anyone, Wizard, Witch or Muggle, yet."

Joe's POV

I wait for Frank at the top of the stairs, so that we can face our worried Aunt and Mom together. He walks over and I notice that he put clean bandaged on. I raise an eyebrow as I look at him.

"The scar wasn't there when they last saw me. I was just going to say that I got a bad scratch while we were in the wood," Frank tells me.

"Alright. Ready to face Mama Bear squared," I ask Frank.

"Yeah. Let's just hope they don't make me take the bandages off. Then we are busted," Frank says as he started to walk down the stairs.

"Why? Because we can't tell them how you got it."

"Yes. And because it basically appeared overnight," Frank says as we enter the kitchen.

"What basically appeared overnight," our Mom ask us. "Frank! What happened to your arm?!"

"Hey Mom! Frank accidentally tripped and got a scratch on his arm. Nothing to worry about," I tell Mom as I sit on the stool.

"Yeah. I didn't see the root at my feet and I tripped over it," Frank says as he sits next to me.

"Alright. You did clean it when you got home, right?"

"Of course! So, what's for breakfast," I ask as I change the subject.

Our mom then brings some French toast over to us. I smile as I glance at Frank.

"Photo after we eat?"

"Yeah. Hopefully we got something," Frank days as we start to eat.