Candice wasn't faring well, she tried to use her magic in the best possible way, but there were just to many of them. She had her back against a tree, and concentrated on injuring each of the wolves in turn as they attacked her. This might have worked, except for the fact that werewolves still contained the intelligence of human beings. Their attacks were planned, their formations intelligent. Still Candice fought; throwing a jelly legs curse on the wolf that seemed fastest, shouting 'Impedimenta!' at the wolf running at her. Stunning as many as she possibly could, blasting the wolf now released from the impediment charm, kicking out at the wolf that had managed to reach her as it took what felt like a chunk out of Candice's stomach. Candice's eyes darted here and there. It was the dead of night. No one would know she was dead until late the next day. Growing more determined than ever, Candice almost collapsed from the pain of her shoulder, and now her stomach. She was cut and bruised in a dozen different places, and still the wolves came again, rushing her, always hungry, never slacking for a moment. Candice, for all her brilliance, could not take these wolves alone.

Harry peeled his eyes for the maker of those screams. Flew faster and dipped lower into the forest itself. His nausea was almost unbearable, and his scar itself was beginning to twinge. Harry spared a precious moment to touch it with his cool hand. It felt very warm. Harry frowned, and flew all the more faster, with all the more caution. Then he heard it. The sound of wolves in battle, the sparkle of many curses being released. The yips and growls made a very eerie music indeed to this night. The full moon. Those weren't just any wolves, they were werewolves! Harry thought. He flew lower, and saw what he feared most. Candice was there, her jade eyes wide and blazing, blood flowing freely from a dozen places, trying to fight the largest pack of werewolves Harry had ever seen, or read about. He didn't stop to think, just flew straight at the nearest wolf. Harry realized that this wasn't one pack, this was two, united for the purpose of taking down this very resistant prey. Half the wolves had stopped to feast on their dead or stunned comrades. Harry began to repeatedly stun these, aiming carefully as the wolves hadn't spotted him yet. There. Five down, twenty to go. Candice was still holding her own, though she needed serious help. Harry allowed himself a moment's pride. He was helping the great Candice. Now the wolves noticed him. The huge ugly gray beasts began to jump at his flying broomstick, snapping madly at his exposed feet. Harry drifted higher, just out of reach of those snapping jaws. This attracted more wolves, and seemed to drive them into a mad fury. Now that they were all clumped together, Harry could stun them more easily. He was really quite pleased with himself when it happened. One of the wolves caught hold of his foot, and dragged him downward. The first feeling Harry experienced was one of great pain coming from his left foot, and the extreme pull towards the ground of the wolf hanging off his foot. The firebolt was a good broom, it stayed aloft, but almost unconsciously Harry slid off of it, and into the waiting jaws of the fifteen remaining wolves.

There seemed to be less of them, Candice thought dimly, as the overpowering pain in her body blurred her mind from clear thought. She had stunned quite a lot of them, and something behind Candice's tree seemed to be more interesting to them than Candice herself. I should find out what it is, thought Candice. Something more deadly than the wolves? An ally of the hooded people she had seen before? Candice didn't know. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet, and walked around the tree. What she saw made her heart leap into her throat and her eyes widen with disbelief. Harry Potter was here?!? Harry Potter? He had followed her! Now she was angry. With anger came more power. She directed it toward the mound of wolves snapping at Harry, trying to reach him while he stayed on his broom. He looked as if he were almost enjoying this, stunning the wolves from the perfectly safe position of his broomstick. Candice was still attracting a wolf or two, but if Harry weren't careful, he'd need Candice a lot more. So she forced herself to stay focused, to watch the wolves jumping at Harry, to stun as many as possible. A wolf pounded into her leg. It crumpled beneath her. Candice's eyes filled with tears as she waited for some of this new pain to dull a little, stunning the wolf that had rushed her, she turned back to Harry, just in time to see a wolf reach his foot and drag him off of his broom. He was her cousin. His parents had risked their lives for her, now she would risk her life for him. Somewhere inside her, Candice found the strength to hobble into the mass of gray covering Harry's fallen body. She struck out with every limb she had, even if it hurt so much she almost collapsed on top of Harry. She threw stunning spells in all directions, standing protectively over the unconscious form of her cousin. There was now a reasonable number left. Ten. Candice sighed, hoped and prepared for the last stand.