Disclaimer: Only sweet Cara belongs to me.
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Ah good to hear someone else is suffering our weather mwha! Aye College has started again for me so I apologise to everyone if my updating slows a tad but I'll ensure that does not happen. And who DOESN'T hate Bellatrix?
Cardinal: Yeah I thought that too after I wrote it but nothing worked after that so I decided to keep it. And the hair deal man, the cause of many debates lol. A he hasn't got like Sirius long hair but the kind of length wear if needs be he can tie it back...I didn't know how else to make his hair tidy lol.
Sykostalker27: Ah thank you for the music (grins). Hmm, Bellatrix boards (Begins to ponder career possibilities).
Arigazi: Aww a new puppy, I got a new rabbit the other day called Aiesha...She peed on me. Glad you like the plot so far, were just building up too.
Nemati: Seriously man, those boards by Frank were a brilliant idea.
Beenieweenie: I tried for a brief moment to feel sorry for her...then I looked over at my Cara and whoooosh that went out the window. But she is very useful for me so I can't complain too much.
Silverwolf7007: Ah welcome newcomer! Now your review brought the fat's grin to my face, and I didn't think you were being too formal. Sweet maybe, but not formal lol. Cara works (at least I think) because he has had no previous connections to any of the HP characters. Plus, kinda helps he was created way before Little Wolf came out as a past time for me is to design characters for things such as Comic books I want to produce and stuff. Cara was actually created along side another werewolf called Amber but she won't be making an appearance in this.
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Chapter 9 – Burning of the Phoenix
He could hear nothing; the noises around him muffled as he continued to stare at the name in black ink before him. He never noticed when his hand began to shake making the piece of parchment tremble or when the candles dotted around the Auror cubicles flickered causing people to look up.
He heard a smash off in the distance but for the life of him he couldn't pull out of this trance he'd buried himself into. All he could hear was the sound of spells being fired at one another, cries as people were hit and then laughter...
Beautiful deep laughter and the same voice jeering, the sound of life flowing through it. This person was free for this moment then it stopped and all he could hear then was a fast pounding.
His heart.
"Harry?" The voice came from what sounded like far away, muffled and echoing slightly.
"Harry, can you hear me?" It was closer that time and the world went black, then came back into view...he must've blinked he realised.
Shaking his head slightly he blinked a few more times until finally he could see a worried heart-shaped face in front of him, pink hair being his concentration point as he pulled back to reality.
"Tonks?" He said huskily, his mouth dry and raw like it hadn't been used in years.
The woman's shoulders sagged a little as she gave out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god, I thought you'd gone into another coma. You know it's not nice to give 20 something women heart attacks." She smirked at him before turning solemn again. Briefly Harry noticed the rest of Tiphareth looking at him concerned.
"What happened?" Kiki asked as her captain seated himself rubbing a shivering hand down his weary face. Harry said nothing as he handed Tonks the file, frowning as she flipped it open.
After a few moments she paled visibly and looked up at the tired young man in understanding.
"Do you think it's her group that Cara was talking about?" She asked as her voice shook. The dark animagi looked at her slightly shaking form and stood, embracing her loosely as she closed her eyes to control her breathing.
"I'm willing to bet my life on it...even in Azkaban she never lost faith in what she believed was the right way."
They looked at one another, Tonks smiling a little at the hard look in the emerald eyes of the young Captain. She'd seen that look before once. Harry had stood before all the Auror's before the Final Battle all those years ago and requested their alliance. He'd been born to be a leader she decided and as long as that flame still burnt in those peridot green eyes then she would follow him into certain death...he was what she considered the closet thing to a little brother anyway.
"Then let's kick her ass!" Frank said suddenly as Clay laughed at the cheesy announcement.
"Frank mate, this isn't the Die Hard trilogy."
Harry, Clay and Kiki laughed whilst everyone else looked confused.
"What's the Die Hard trilogy?"
~*~
"So I can take these home for the night?" Cara said as he peered round the pile of book he had in his arms. Bethany looked up from her notebook and laughed at the image.
"Yes of course but you may want to get a bag of some sort, you look ridiculous like that."
Grinning the blonde went out back to grab a fabric carrier bag with the 'Arcania' shop logo on the side and piled the books in. Some he'd picked up for reading and others he figured Harry would like to nosey around in.
"Right well I'm off then, you ok to lock up?" He asked as he walked back out from the back. The old shop owner gave him a wink and a nod as he waved his departure.
He walked down the now quieter streets of Bath, making his way to the park when he noticed a group of people talking animatedly in a corner. On closer inspection he noticed the group was cornering a woman and she looked a little frightened. Gripping his bag tighter he called out.
"Hey!" He said as he stepped closer. The group turned round and Cara quickly scanned them over. He noticed the four men and 1 woman of the group doing the threatening were Pureblood wizards and looked a little upset that he had interrupted.
"Back off kid, this doesn't concern you." A man with a chip on his nose said fiercely as one of the other men slapped a hand over the frightened woman's mouth. Cara frowned.
"When I see a group of people attacking one person I make it my concern." He spat back. One of the men stepped forward and towered over the blonde.
"Alone I'm bigger then you, five of us together and you'll be dead before you hit the ground."
Cara raised an eyebrow, as he looked the man up and down. His wolf senses picked up on several weaknesses within this man's arms, weak knuckles probably, and he smirked.
"What are you smiling at?" The man growled and the werewolf's grin widened.
"Because you have no idea what you're dealing with." He said simply as the group laughed.
"Come on McNair, he's boring me now. Just do him over already." The woman said as she gave Cara a bittersweet smile.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Stepping forward the man pulled back a fist but as it came forward Cara grabbed it in his own, clenching his fist suddenly until he heard both a crunching sound and the man's howl of pain.
"I'm not all that I seem to be." The blonde said in a low voice as his Amber eyes flashed slightly. The group seemed torn about what to do, looking between their comrade who lay curled up on the floor holding his broken hand close whilst he whimpered in pain and then to Cara who had his legs spread a little giving in a wider girth, neck lowered in a similar manner to a regular wolf's warning stance and his lip curled a little into a sneer like snarl.
Grabbing their friend they threw snarls at him but backed off as they walked quickly away. Looking over at the cowering woman's form Cara crouched low next to her, giving her space in case she feared him too.
"Are you all right?" He asked in his regular soft voice and the woman, despite her tears on her face, smiled a little at him.
"Yes, thank you, so much." She said as her voice shook and she reached for her bag still trembling. Holding out a hand the werewolf helped her up as she leaned a little on him, holding her leg a little funny.
"Are you sure? Because your leg seems a little injured." She smiled again and wiped at her face.
"Yes I think I sprained it when I was running." Slipping an arm around the woman's waist and putting her arm around his shoulders he helped her walk.
"What's your name? Is there anywhere you can go close by?"
She shook her head a little.
"No, no I was here on a visit. And my name's Hestia Jones." Cara blanched as he looked at the woman in shock.
"Aren't you part of the Order?" He whispered and she looked back at him just as shocked.
"How do you know that?" She asked quietly as they made their way to the Bath Park.
"Harry always talks about the Order and I remember your name once being mentioned." He replied as Hestia continued to look at him before what could only be described as a light clicking on in her mind.
"You're Cara Faolan, Harry's lover!" She said as she smiled at the man's nod.
"Aye, that I am ma'am."
"Well this is most fortunate. Do you mind if I come home with you? I need to speak to Harry."
Cara nodded again as he looked at her quizzically.
"Of course but what do you need to talk about?"
Hestia looked serious as she scanned the area quickly before looking back at him.
"Those people who attacked me are ex-Death Eater's...and they're after the Order."
~*~
"Cara?" Harry turned the candles on mentally as he looked around the silent flat. When no answer came he threw down his bag and cloak as he did a 1571 on the muggle phone's answer machine as he quickly scanned the room.
Suddenly he heard commotion behind him and turned to find his mate carrying in Hestia Jones. Slamming down the phone he ran over to help as they placed her on the couch.
"What happened, what's going on?" He asked quickly as looked into Cara's worried gold eyes.
"Seems the Order is in danger Harry." Hestia said as he massaged her sore leg. Running over the fridge the werewolf pulled out a bag of frozen peas and placed it on the woman's swollen ankle.
"What do you mean?" The darker male asked quietly.
"Seems the Death Eaters are out for revenge on the group that took down Voldermort...guess who's leading it?" Jones said as Cara helped to ease the pain in the woman's leg.
Harry and Cara looked at one another before coming to a silent agreement.
The Order of the Phoenix was to be reformed.
~*~
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Ah good to hear someone else is suffering our weather mwha! Aye College has started again for me so I apologise to everyone if my updating slows a tad but I'll ensure that does not happen. And who DOESN'T hate Bellatrix?
Cardinal: Yeah I thought that too after I wrote it but nothing worked after that so I decided to keep it. And the hair deal man, the cause of many debates lol. A he hasn't got like Sirius long hair but the kind of length wear if needs be he can tie it back...I didn't know how else to make his hair tidy lol.
Sykostalker27: Ah thank you for the music (grins). Hmm, Bellatrix boards (Begins to ponder career possibilities).
Arigazi: Aww a new puppy, I got a new rabbit the other day called Aiesha...She peed on me. Glad you like the plot so far, were just building up too.
Nemati: Seriously man, those boards by Frank were a brilliant idea.
Beenieweenie: I tried for a brief moment to feel sorry for her...then I looked over at my Cara and whoooosh that went out the window. But she is very useful for me so I can't complain too much.
Silverwolf7007: Ah welcome newcomer! Now your review brought the fat's grin to my face, and I didn't think you were being too formal. Sweet maybe, but not formal lol. Cara works (at least I think) because he has had no previous connections to any of the HP characters. Plus, kinda helps he was created way before Little Wolf came out as a past time for me is to design characters for things such as Comic books I want to produce and stuff. Cara was actually created along side another werewolf called Amber but she won't be making an appearance in this.
~*~
Chapter 9 – Burning of the Phoenix
He could hear nothing; the noises around him muffled as he continued to stare at the name in black ink before him. He never noticed when his hand began to shake making the piece of parchment tremble or when the candles dotted around the Auror cubicles flickered causing people to look up.
He heard a smash off in the distance but for the life of him he couldn't pull out of this trance he'd buried himself into. All he could hear was the sound of spells being fired at one another, cries as people were hit and then laughter...
Beautiful deep laughter and the same voice jeering, the sound of life flowing through it. This person was free for this moment then it stopped and all he could hear then was a fast pounding.
His heart.
"Harry?" The voice came from what sounded like far away, muffled and echoing slightly.
"Harry, can you hear me?" It was closer that time and the world went black, then came back into view...he must've blinked he realised.
Shaking his head slightly he blinked a few more times until finally he could see a worried heart-shaped face in front of him, pink hair being his concentration point as he pulled back to reality.
"Tonks?" He said huskily, his mouth dry and raw like it hadn't been used in years.
The woman's shoulders sagged a little as she gave out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god, I thought you'd gone into another coma. You know it's not nice to give 20 something women heart attacks." She smirked at him before turning solemn again. Briefly Harry noticed the rest of Tiphareth looking at him concerned.
"What happened?" Kiki asked as her captain seated himself rubbing a shivering hand down his weary face. Harry said nothing as he handed Tonks the file, frowning as she flipped it open.
After a few moments she paled visibly and looked up at the tired young man in understanding.
"Do you think it's her group that Cara was talking about?" She asked as her voice shook. The dark animagi looked at her slightly shaking form and stood, embracing her loosely as she closed her eyes to control her breathing.
"I'm willing to bet my life on it...even in Azkaban she never lost faith in what she believed was the right way."
They looked at one another, Tonks smiling a little at the hard look in the emerald eyes of the young Captain. She'd seen that look before once. Harry had stood before all the Auror's before the Final Battle all those years ago and requested their alliance. He'd been born to be a leader she decided and as long as that flame still burnt in those peridot green eyes then she would follow him into certain death...he was what she considered the closet thing to a little brother anyway.
"Then let's kick her ass!" Frank said suddenly as Clay laughed at the cheesy announcement.
"Frank mate, this isn't the Die Hard trilogy."
Harry, Clay and Kiki laughed whilst everyone else looked confused.
"What's the Die Hard trilogy?"
~*~
"So I can take these home for the night?" Cara said as he peered round the pile of book he had in his arms. Bethany looked up from her notebook and laughed at the image.
"Yes of course but you may want to get a bag of some sort, you look ridiculous like that."
Grinning the blonde went out back to grab a fabric carrier bag with the 'Arcania' shop logo on the side and piled the books in. Some he'd picked up for reading and others he figured Harry would like to nosey around in.
"Right well I'm off then, you ok to lock up?" He asked as he walked back out from the back. The old shop owner gave him a wink and a nod as he waved his departure.
He walked down the now quieter streets of Bath, making his way to the park when he noticed a group of people talking animatedly in a corner. On closer inspection he noticed the group was cornering a woman and she looked a little frightened. Gripping his bag tighter he called out.
"Hey!" He said as he stepped closer. The group turned round and Cara quickly scanned them over. He noticed the four men and 1 woman of the group doing the threatening were Pureblood wizards and looked a little upset that he had interrupted.
"Back off kid, this doesn't concern you." A man with a chip on his nose said fiercely as one of the other men slapped a hand over the frightened woman's mouth. Cara frowned.
"When I see a group of people attacking one person I make it my concern." He spat back. One of the men stepped forward and towered over the blonde.
"Alone I'm bigger then you, five of us together and you'll be dead before you hit the ground."
Cara raised an eyebrow, as he looked the man up and down. His wolf senses picked up on several weaknesses within this man's arms, weak knuckles probably, and he smirked.
"What are you smiling at?" The man growled and the werewolf's grin widened.
"Because you have no idea what you're dealing with." He said simply as the group laughed.
"Come on McNair, he's boring me now. Just do him over already." The woman said as she gave Cara a bittersweet smile.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Stepping forward the man pulled back a fist but as it came forward Cara grabbed it in his own, clenching his fist suddenly until he heard both a crunching sound and the man's howl of pain.
"I'm not all that I seem to be." The blonde said in a low voice as his Amber eyes flashed slightly. The group seemed torn about what to do, looking between their comrade who lay curled up on the floor holding his broken hand close whilst he whimpered in pain and then to Cara who had his legs spread a little giving in a wider girth, neck lowered in a similar manner to a regular wolf's warning stance and his lip curled a little into a sneer like snarl.
Grabbing their friend they threw snarls at him but backed off as they walked quickly away. Looking over at the cowering woman's form Cara crouched low next to her, giving her space in case she feared him too.
"Are you all right?" He asked in his regular soft voice and the woman, despite her tears on her face, smiled a little at him.
"Yes, thank you, so much." She said as her voice shook and she reached for her bag still trembling. Holding out a hand the werewolf helped her up as she leaned a little on him, holding her leg a little funny.
"Are you sure? Because your leg seems a little injured." She smiled again and wiped at her face.
"Yes I think I sprained it when I was running." Slipping an arm around the woman's waist and putting her arm around his shoulders he helped her walk.
"What's your name? Is there anywhere you can go close by?"
She shook her head a little.
"No, no I was here on a visit. And my name's Hestia Jones." Cara blanched as he looked at the woman in shock.
"Aren't you part of the Order?" He whispered and she looked back at him just as shocked.
"How do you know that?" She asked quietly as they made their way to the Bath Park.
"Harry always talks about the Order and I remember your name once being mentioned." He replied as Hestia continued to look at him before what could only be described as a light clicking on in her mind.
"You're Cara Faolan, Harry's lover!" She said as she smiled at the man's nod.
"Aye, that I am ma'am."
"Well this is most fortunate. Do you mind if I come home with you? I need to speak to Harry."
Cara nodded again as he looked at her quizzically.
"Of course but what do you need to talk about?"
Hestia looked serious as she scanned the area quickly before looking back at him.
"Those people who attacked me are ex-Death Eater's...and they're after the Order."
~*~
"Cara?" Harry turned the candles on mentally as he looked around the silent flat. When no answer came he threw down his bag and cloak as he did a 1571 on the muggle phone's answer machine as he quickly scanned the room.
Suddenly he heard commotion behind him and turned to find his mate carrying in Hestia Jones. Slamming down the phone he ran over to help as they placed her on the couch.
"What happened, what's going on?" He asked quickly as looked into Cara's worried gold eyes.
"Seems the Order is in danger Harry." Hestia said as he massaged her sore leg. Running over the fridge the werewolf pulled out a bag of frozen peas and placed it on the woman's swollen ankle.
"What do you mean?" The darker male asked quietly.
"Seems the Death Eaters are out for revenge on the group that took down Voldermort...guess who's leading it?" Jones said as Cara helped to ease the pain in the woman's leg.
Harry and Cara looked at one another before coming to a silent agreement.
The Order of the Phoenix was to be reformed.
~*~