"Harry?" A small, scared voice echoed down the hallway, waking Harry from his light slumber. He growled and rolled over, but the voice made it
hard to get back to sleep. Finally, he threw off his heavy quilt and headed towards the front door.

He turned the corner and came face to face with Ginny.

'Well, in that case, waking up might not be so bad!' he thought to himself.

But Ginny looked very tired and very frightened. Harry imediately switched from 'very sleepy husband who didn't like being woken up' to
'sweet caring husband who gets smothered with love and kisses for looking out for his wife'.

The trick worked. Ginny pretty much jumped onto him and hugged him tightly. He stayed still for awile, and then made a decision. Much as he
loved her, she was going to have to get off before he suffocated.

"Gin?" he asked tenderly. "Gin? I can't...breathe..."

Thankfully, at hearing this, Ginny let go very quickly. Harry stood for a minute to catch his breath, then looked at her worriedly.

"Gin, you should be in bed. It's late. What's the matter?"

Once again, she fell into his arms in a state of distress. Harry sighed regretfully. His wife had a very tight grip.
~~~
Hermione paced back and forth on the front lawn of the Potter's house. She hadn't been here for a long time. She hoped Ginny would come back
to the door soon, she wasn't sure how badly Ron was hurt. Finally, she heard footsteps. Walking up to the door, she waited a little longer
before becoming impatient and whining loudly.

The door opened a crack, and she was met with a pair of sparkling green eyes.

Hermione whined again, then launched into the 'follow me, it's important' routine. The green eyes blinked, and the door was open to it's
fullest extent. Once again, Hermione tried to get them to follow her.

Finally, her messange got through. Harry told Ginny to get on some clothes and shoes and to meet him outside. Then he turned to Hermione and
studied he a minute. After awhile he spoke softly.

"Wolf, I don't know who you are or what you want, but we're going to trust you. But I'm waning you right now, if this is a trap, it's not
going to work. I've got my wand."

Hermione whimpered accordingly, and Harry peered at her catiously.

"Wait here." he commanded, and disapeared inside.
~~~
Back in the woods, Ron was getting cold. His head was hurting badly, and he couldn't seem to move. He wanted to go to sleep very badly, the
leave the pain behind, but the fierce noises that sounded all around him kept him awake and alert. Suddenly there was a rustling on his left.
He turned him head, but a painfull shock went through his body, and he layed still.

The noise was getting louder, and whatever was making the noise was geting closer. But he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. His last
comforting thout was that he would rather be eaten by wolves then slowly starve to death out in the woods.