Disclaimer:  I don't own the Harry Potter characters.

A/N:  I'm so sorry for the delay.  I've been working on another story, and got caught up in it.  I'm very, very sorry.  Hopefully, I can update both the stories today and get it all out of the way.  On with the story!

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It didn't take long for everyone to assemble after the emergency signal had been released.  The last to arrive were Mrs. Weasley, Indra, and Madame Pomfrey.  It was also quite noticeable that Molly and Indra looked quite red in the face. 

'Perhaps I shouldn't have paired them together.' thought Dumbledore, before speaking out loud.  "Alright, it appears we may have a problem." he started and then nodded to Remus to continue. 

"There's something else out here, but it's not giving off any smell I've ever smelt before.  I can tell you already that it's dangerous.  We need to find the boys, and now.  Unfortunately, this creature is closing in on the boys.  So, wands out." he said, concluding his little speech, and taking his own wand out of his pocket.  The others did as well.  As one, they headed into the darkening part of the forest.

"This is creepy." remarked Fred. 

"I'll say." said George.  "Do you think they're okay?" he added in a whisper.

"I hope so, but if they're not, that 'thing' Remus is talking about had better run.  I've had it up to here with people messing with my little brother." said Fred, with George agreeing with him.

"Oh no." Remus said, placing his head in his hands.

"What?" asked Molly, fear evident in her voice.

"Blood." replied Remus. "It's Ron's." 

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Harry grabbed Ron and literally threw him behind the tree he had been considering hiding behind.  With Ron out of danger, at least for now, he felt more confident.  He started edging away from the monster, but drawing it towards him and away from Ron.  He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do.  An extremely painful death, due to claws, seemed imminent. 

The monster was following Harry, much to his relief.  He looked around for any kind of object he could use for a weapon. 

"What are you going to use, a stick?" asked 'it.'

Harry's head whipped back up in surprise.  "You talk?" he asked.  'Stupid question.' he thought to himself.

"Of course."  It said, voice gravely and harsh. 

Harry decided that talking to the creature might save him some time.  He hoped, at least. 

"I have the feeling you aren't a normal resident of this particular forest." he stated, and picked up a stick.  A very large stick.

"Ah, is that your weapon of choice?" It asked, stalking ever nearer.  "And no, I'm not from here.  I was sent here, by someone you know quite well." It spat.

Harry looked at the monster in confusion.  "Who do I possibly know, quite well, as you put it, who would ever send you." and then it hit him.  "He's back."

"Did you really think you could defeat him, Harry Potter?" It asked.  Taking advantage of the boy's shocked state, the monster reacted.  It swung its large beefy hand and struck Harry in the head, sending him flying backwards.  Harry landed roughly against a tree.  He brought a shaking hand up to his head, and brought it back down to see blood.  The stupid thing had cut him. 

Harry looked up just in time to see the monster advancing on Ron's hiding spot.  "Oh shit." he exclaimed, jumping up.  For a split second he thought he was going to pass out.  He physically willed the feeling to subside before grabbing the large stick again.  Pushing himself off the tree, he ran forward, with the stick held defensively like a sword.  With as much force as he could muster, he impaled the 'thing' straight through the heart.  An earth shattering inhuman scream issued from its mouth.

It looked down at its chest in shock.  It seemed extremely surprised to see a stick poking out of its chest.  The creature looked at Harry in shock.  "Damn stick." It spat out, falling to its knees.  "You will die." It continued, and then fell forward, dead. 

Harry promptly threw up.

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"What was that?" asked Sirius.  They had all just heard a scream that froze the blood in their veins. 

"It wasn't human, that's for sure." put in George.

"It sounded close…we should run." said Remus, becoming very worried all of the sudden.  Sirius was close on his tail.  

The group ran blindly through thick underbrush, tripping over overgrown roots, and getting slapped by tree branches.  But nothing slowed them down.  They ran as if the devil itself was chasing them.  They soon reached a small clearing and stopped in their tracks.  For the sight before them was hideous.  At least the thing lying on the ground was.  But Harry and Ron were nowhere in sight.

"Where are they?" asked Molly, sounding slightly panicked.

Rustling bushes caught their attention, and everyone spun around.  With wands drawn, they waited with bated breath for something to emerge from within.

"Who's there?" asked Dumbledore. 

"I am." said a voice.  Harry came out from behind the bushes, looking rather haggard.  But then he reached back into the bushes and pulled something out.  It was Ron.

"Oh my!" yelled Madame Pomfrey, running forward.  "What happened, Mr. Potter." she demanded.

"Did you miss the dead carcass on the ground as you ran up, or do you think something else could have clawed his neck to shreds?" asked Harry scathingly.  He was tired, he was in pain, and he felt sick to his stomach.  And if the woman couldn't figure out what had happened on her own, then she deserved to be yelled at.  

"Harry!" spoke Sirius, harshly.  "She just wanted to know what happened."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" he asked. 

"Harry, this isn't the time to be obnoxious." said Remus. 

Harry looked at Remus and nodded.  "I didn't mean to." he replied, offhandedly.  At that precise moment the world started to tilt and spin in every direction and the need to vomit was making itself known.  Harry, grabbing Remus's sleeve for support, doubled over, and threw up. 

"Harry!" Sirius yelled, this time in surprise.  He draped an arm around his godson, drawing him to his side, and started rubbing his back.  Harry didn't think it was ever going to end.  He was clinging to Sirius for dear life, and emptying his stomach at the same time.  Finally, it stopped, and he stood back up, jerkily. 

"I hate that." he muttered.  Sirius ran his hand through Harry's hair, and felt something sticky.  Taking his hand away, he held it up and gasped. 

"You're hurt." he said, and turned his godson's head so he could get a better look.  Molly looked up from her injured son at Sirius's exclamation. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

"It's not that bad." remarked Dumbledore, who had come to inspect the wound.  "Head wounds just bleed heavily."

Molly visibly relaxed.  She was even more relieved when Ron sat up.  Madame Pomfrey had healed his wounds.  She then stood and went over to Harry.  She then proceeded to heal the small wound on his head. 

"There, good as new." she proclaimed.

"Excellent." said the headmaster, clapping his hands merrily. 

"What about that thing?" asked Ron, pointing to the creature.  As if on cue, the creature suddenly disintegrated, leaving nothing behind.  "Wicked."

"What was a creature like that doing here?" asked Mr. Weasley.  He was gravely concerned if something like that was taking up residence in the forest just beside his home.  He'd have to keep his children locked in the house.

"Voldemort sent it." said Harry, bluntly.  "To kill us."

"What?" asked everyone in unison.

"But, he's dead." said Fred and George.

"No, he's back.  The bloody bastard just won't die." spat Harry.  He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to find it was Sirius. 

"There's nothing we can do about it now, let's just head back to the house." stated Mr. Weasley.  He wanted nothing more than to get his family out of there.

It only took thirty minutes to get back out of the woods, which seemed shocking to everyone.  Seeing the Burrow just ahead of them filled their hearts.  It was good to be home.  As soon as they had entered the house, Molly began to hurriedly make supper. 

"Who's hungry?" she asked, an hour later.  She had pulled out all the stops and made just about everything from lasagna to french toast.  Everyone piled into the kitchen, eager to eat.  Everyone except Ron and Harry, food just didn't seem very appetizing at the moment. 

"Do you mind if I just go lay down?" asked Harry, leaning against the wall.

"Sure, sweetheart." said Molly.  "Go ahead on up to Ron's room." she added. 

"Thanks." he said, walking out of the room.  Ron ended up staying in the kitchen, talking to his family. 

"Ron was Harry alright when you found him?" asked Sirius, wanting to know if his godson was still upset about what he and Arthur had done. 

"He's fine.  Don't worry, he was just relieved, and didn't think that was the right way to feel." said Ron, grabbing a piece of french toast and taking a bite out of it. 

"I'd be relieved too if I was him." said Fred.  They all nodded in agreement.

"Um…excuse me." said Indra, feeling slightly odd about interrupting this discussion.  She looked at Madame Pomfrey in particular.  "Wasn't Harry supposed to stop getting sick after you healed his head wound?" she asked. 

Poppy looked stricken suddenly.  "Well, that particular head wound shouldn't have caused vomiting at all.  Why do you ask?"

"Because he's still doing it." she said, and pointed to the floor above them.  "I can feel it."

"Oh no." said Poppy, rising from her seat. 

"What?" asked Sirius, also standing. 

"He's sick again." she responded.

Everyone paled, for they all remembered what happened the last time he got sick.

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A/N:  alright, that's all for this chapter.  Just so you all know, I don't expect this story to last much longer.  There's probably only five more chapters left.  It depends on what all I can fit in a chapter.  I know what I want to happen; I just have to write it.  It might be longer than five, but who knows, cause I don't. 

JaimeyKay:  Hey girl, I haven't heard from you in a while. Okay, I re-read that one girls review, and now I'm thinking I may have blown things out of proportion.  I'll say something anyways, but I'm not going to be as mean as I was going to be.  I'm glad I could amuse you!  I know, after I wrote it, I kept on envisioning a psychotic clown!  I've seen it.  Laughable at the end?  I haven't seen it in a while, what happens at the end?  Please refresh my memory!  Okay, I'm sorry, but I killed it.  It was around for a little bit.  I just thought I'd let Harry kill it.  Yes, poor Ron, getting beat up.  Harry's getting sick again!  Oh no!  Yeah, I liked writing the fighting scenes between Indra and whomever.  It was fun.  Molly is awesome when she's mother hen-y.  I'm pretending!  Yes, I need threats, please!  Actually, I only allow threats from you, others get on my nerves, as you know.  Asking nicely gets you everywhere!  Expect Hermione in the next chapter or so!  Love ya!  Shadowarwen. 

Sailor Sol:  B…wow, that's pretty good.  Aw…thanks for making my wrist better!  It actually doesn't hurt right now.  Interesting.  EMT…cool.  Thanks!

GRYFINDOR TOWR DETH EATR:  Why, thank you.  Please don't kill me!  I hope you like this chapter as well!

Psychochic:  For your information, the whole knife-claw creature is getting back to Voldemort, which is in the summary, might I add.  I go off on tangents because I feel like it, it's my story, and I'll do whatever I want.  I'm sick and cranky myself, so sorry.  I hope you have finished your papers and gotten over the insomnia so you're in a better mood.  Either you haven't updated yet, or I have failed to notice it's update.  I'll have to go and look. 

Arizosa:  I killed it, or rather, Harry killed it.  Nope, just plain old ram it with a stick through the heart.  Sorry, about the cliffy!

Padfoots Girl:  So Sirius is going to come and get me.  That'd be cool.  No, Harry's not going to die, at least not in this chapter…dun, dun, dun…

MixedUpAgain:  You'll be happy to know that my wrist isn't hurting anymore.  I just hope it stays that way.  Yes, war does suck.  Bugs?  I don't know why there are bugs, they are very annoying.  I'd be scared I wasn't dead and then they'd try and cremate me.  That'd be scary.  I'd prefer to be left for like a week, and then buried after I'm good and dead.  Gross!  (The beetle thing)  Early Education teacher, hopefully third grade, but who knows.  Tell your friends to "BITE YOU".  Of course, that wouldn't be very mature either, but hey, it's fun.  If you guys walk to classes, oh well.  Tell your friends to grow up.  I don' t know, have I asked you how old you are?  If not: how old are you?  I'm always curious to know how old the people are who are reading my stories.  I'm hoping they're over 13.  They'd better be.  So, did you buy the HP 2 movie yet?  It's good.  I can't wait for the third movie either.  I can't wait for the 5th book!  I'll be taking a vacation from writing the week it comes out.  Or longer, it's a pretty long book!  And I only have my evenings to read it.  Why thank you.  Glad you're my friend.  Yeah, I understand that.  My wrist is fine, thanks.  Westerly.  It is a word.  Good.  Yes, he hit him where it really hurts!  Who knows, Molly probably won't trust her for a while.  You did just remind me of a soap opera with all your questions.  Cute.  Anna, my name is Amy.  Weird, huh?  Anna, Amy, AA!  I'm just being an odd one now.  Thanks!

Lanfear:  Your many personalities or whatever confuses me!  It's funny.  Tell Adrianna I'm sorry!  Cheer up Frodo?  Binthead?  Should I be worried about you?  That is just hilarious!  *hugs Adrianna* and all that jazz.  It's cute!

Lucy-liza:  Hmm…how odd.  Do they really?  Crack up just by looking at you?  Hmm….why thank you. 

I'm always glad that people like my chapters.  How was this one?  I like the seer word.  And the diviner word, but seer is better.  It's easier to type!  IT is very scary indeed.  Only Harry staked him.  Kind of like a vampire, only it wasn't!  I was actually considering making IT Vernon, how weird.  But then I decided not too, because he was liquefied.  Darn!  Yes, Melodramatic Ron action is the best.  Well, right next to Harry melodramatic action.  True, true.  But she didn't know he got beaten and locked in a trunk.  Thankyou!  Have you read my new story?  You might not be into those, I don't know.  Snape mentor's Harry kind of thing.  It's good.  I swear!  Harry's getting sick!  Yeah!  Not banged up, well kind of, he did get hit in the head by claw thinger.  Yes, two chapters is far too long to be in reasonable health!!!!!!  *laughs*  I'm sick, so I guess I should have updated earlier.  You said good things would happen, but I didn't update very quickly!  Poor me *sighs*  Oh, I need to stare at you…*stares at Lucy-Liza*  Okay, not that that's out of the way! 

Firemask:  Sanity is always good.  Sorry, it wasn't a very quick update, forgive me anyways?  Wow, thanks.  I'm glad you like it so much!  Yes, my imagination is boundless! 

Inigma:  I updated!  Aren't you happy, you should be!!!!!!!!!!!! Evil is good, oh yes.  Well kind of.  2:05!  Go to bed!  Of course, it's not that late anymore, but just in case you're reading this at 2:05 again…go to bed!  Thank you!!!!!!!!  You are awesome.  I'll have to go check out your website!  Quite confusing.  Have you read my new story?  It's different.  Go see it and tell me if you like it.  If not, that's cool.  Have you been watching HP 2?  Good movie.  I love it.  Bye bye!  Oh, I'll read your stories.  I just have to remind myself to do it. I've got the attention span of a two year old.  I forget stuff very easily! 

LittleLovelyGirl:  Glad you still love my story!

CCChute81:  Thanks.  I'm glad you like my story and that you would choose me to write a story.  If I ever finish the stories I'm working on, I'll try it! 

Amy Potter 13:  Thanks.  I hope this chapter was as good as the last two. 

Iniysa:  I'm sorry about the cliffhanger!  Glad you loved it, as always!

Jade Caminus:  It wasn't that horrible, was it?  Just slight wounds.  I'm glad you liked it! 

Blackenedsoul:  Hmm…perhaps I should move?  Rats…ewww!  I updated!  Be happy, and call off the rats!

Hp lovar:  What's the inside joke?  Sorry about the cliffie.  Glad you liked it.

Trish:  Wow.  You think my story could be a movie?  Or did I read it wrong?  Thanks!