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"Italics" mean telepathic talk.

Harry barely managed to dodge the huge Wolf as it dove at him. But once he had put a few feet between them he decided it was now or never. He ignored the screams and warning of the students, and teachers around him and focused solely on transforming into his Panther form.

The hall went silent when they realized the Black Panther now facing down the Fire Wolf was indeed Harry Potter. They had all seen him transform, but for some reason still couldn't believe it was him.

Harry, in panther form, growled loudly and threw himself toward the already airborne Wolf. They collided in mid-air and slashed viciously at each other. Claws searching for flesh as they landed and wrestled roughly on the floor of the Great Hall. They fought brutally for ten minutes, both injuring the other over and over again.

"I do not want to hurt you, child. But I have no control of my actions. Please break the amulet and end this fight." The Wolf told Harry as he managed to slash the Panthers' cheek causing Harry to yelp in pain.

"I'm trying, but it's a little difficult when you're trying to stay alive." Harry answered a little annoyed.

Both Panther and Wolf separated and stood staring at each other; both breathing heavily and bleeding somewhat badly.

Harry decided it had to end, so throwing caution to the wind he dove at the Wolf's chest and managed to get the amulet between his teeth. He almost dropped it, however, when the Wolf clamped its huge jaws onto his neck, piercing the skin and causing the already injured Panther to bleed more.

Knowing he had to finish the job Harry bit down with his powerful jaws and smashed the amulet between his teeth. A small explosion from the, now broken, amulet threw both the Wolf and Panther across the Great Hall, where they both lay still.

The amulet must have been providing the powerful shield around the Deatheater because it dropped suddenly and the Deatheater ran for the forest. Nobody followed him however as they were all more worried about the unconscious Harry.

Before any of the Teachers had regained their senses long enough to go help the young wizard, the Black Panther had awoken and was limping painfully to the fallen Fire Wolf.

When he was two feet away Harry transformed back into himself and walked the rest of the way, before dropping to his knees next to the injured animal. The Wolf looked horrible, just a mass of blood. He couldn't look at the injured Wolf and closed his eyes. Harry knew he couldn't look any better, the deep gash on his cheek, and fang wounds on his neck hurt horribly. But he was thankful all his other scratches and bruises weren't hurting him any more.

Gently placing his hand on the Wolf's head he opened his eyes, "Are you alright?"

The Wolf opened his eyes and fixed the young wizard with a confused stare, "Why do you care, little one? I tried to kill you."

Harry smiled lightly, "You had no control over your actions. The Deatheater shouldn't have used you that way. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

"It was not your fault you were only trying to protect yourself, I'm just glad you were not killed in the battle, tis a terrible crime to kill young ones, in my race."

"I'm not that young, I'm fifteen, that's practically a man."

"In my race you are still a child."

Harry would have answered but was stopped when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Harry, we must get you to the hospital wing, have you looked at. That was quite a fight back there." Dumbledore said, gently helping the injured wizard to his feet. Noticing the young man about to protest he added, "Don't worry about the Fire Wolf he shall be properly dealt with."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, "What do you mean, sir?"

"I'm having Professor Snape administer a potion to put the beast into an eternal sleep." He said lightly.

"What!" Harry exclaimed startling everyone including Dumbledore. Wrenching himself away from the headmaster he stood protectively in front of the fallen Fire Wolf. "You can't! I won't let you."

"Harry it tried to kill you, why do you protect it?" Professor McGonagall asked, surprised by his behavior.

Harry, knowing he shouldn't mention the fact that he could talk to the animal, said, "Because, he only did what the Deatheater told him too. He had no choice; I bet you anything that the amulet he wore was controlling him. Or did you not notice the magical blast that followed the breaking of it."

McGonagall, about to reprimand him for speaking in such a disrespective manner was cut off by Dumbledore.

"Prefects will lead their houses back to their common rooms," he said loudly, yet calmly. When nobody moved he added just as loudly, "Now!"

There was a lot of noise as every student dashed to the Great Hall doors. Less then a minute later the Great Hall was empty except for the teachers, Harry and the Wolf.

Harry, knowing he wasn't going to be able to stay conscious much longer pleaded, "Please Professor, let him live. I promise to take full responsibility for him while he is here."

"Obviously it means a lot to the boy, Albus. Besides I don't think that animal is in any shape to hurt someone, I mean look at him." Greg waved his hand towards the wounded Wolf.

"Alright," Dumbledore whispered, sensing this was important to Harry, just as Greg had, "As soon as you're healed up, he's your responsibility. I hope you know what you are doing."

Harry sank to the ground in relief, "Thank you, and sir, you won't regret this decision, I promise."

Dumbledore nodded once before leaving the Great Hall, trusting the other teacher's would get Harry to the hospital wing. It was obvious to everyone he needed time to think.

Harry turned to the Wolf and smiled slightly, before promptly passing out. The last thing he saw was the great respect that burned in the Wolf's eyes.

Three days later...

Harry awoke to find himself in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, it took him a couple of minutes to remember why he was there, but when he did he bolted up and leaped out of bed.

Glancing around him, he saw Sirius asleep in a chair by his bed. Shaking his tired Godfather Harry waited till the man opened his eyes then asked the question that had plagued him in his dreams.

"Where's the Wolf?"

Sirius was out of his chair and wrapping Harry in a bone crushing hug before the boy could blink. "Thank god you're alright!" he exclaimed pulling back to look into Harry's emerald eyes, "Dumbledore called me here and told me what had happened, just when were you going to tell me you are an Animagus?"

Harry, ignoring the question, repeated, "Where is the Wolf?"

Sirius sighed, "He also mentioned that you have a strange attachment to the Wolf who tried to kill you." Seeing the look on his godsons' face he added, "Hagrid is taking care of him. You've both been asleep for three days now, so he's been no trouble."

Harry seemed surprised, "Three days, really?" he shook his head with a small smile, "Well all that sleep must have really helped, because I feel great. So I think I'll take a trip to Hagrid's house and see how the Wolf is doing." He tried to make a hasty getaway but found the doorway blocked by Sirius.

"You never answered my question. Who taught you to become an Animagus?"

Harry sighed sadly, "Ok, that would fall under the 'I can't tell you' category, sorry." Anger flashed in his godfather's eyes, "I learned it over the summer, and you already know I can't tell you what went on then. When I'm ready to talk about it, you'll be the first to know, I promise." This seemed to calm down Sirius a little, "Now, can I please go see Hagrid?"

"Yeah, go ahead, just be careful, and try not to wear yourself out, you're still not totally healed. I'll see you later."

Harry smiled, dashed back to his bed, changed into his school robes and was out the door, before Sirius could change his mind.

"Harry! Your alright" Hagrid exclaimed pulling Harry into his hut and shutting the door. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm good Hagrid, how's the Wolf?"

Hagrid expression changed from happy to sad in an instant, "Not well, every time I try to get near the feller he bursts into flame."

Harry had expected this, he knew the Wolf wouldn't trust anyone; after all he had tried to kill their knight in shining armor. Being a Fire Wolf he had one main defense, when something or someone he didn't trust came near, a Fire Wolf would burst into red, yellow and orange flames. It was probably a spectacular sight to see, but Harry had yet to see it for himself.

"Where is he?"

Hagrid led Harry out back to a large glass cage. On a cot inside this cage was the Wolf, he looked just as bad as he had three days ago.

"Can you let me in." it wasn't a question, but Hagrid seemed to want to protest anyways. "Please Hagrid; I may be the only one able to save him."

Sighing reluctantly, Hagrid whispered the password that opened the glass door, and Harry stepped through.

Inside the glass cage the smell of death permeated the air, the wolf looked just as horrible as he had three days ago. Dried blood clung to his fur and deep gashes were still visible.

"You look horrible, you need help." Harry told the Wolf smiling lightly.

Sleepy orange eyes stared at him, but the Wolf said nothing. His breathing came in ragged, shallow breathes, and Harry realized the Wolf probably wouldn't live much longer without proper medical care.

"Please," Harry begged, gently stroking the Wolf's head "Let my friend help you."

"I am afraid he will be angry with my behavior towards you. How do I know I can trust him?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, you had them spare my life, and you seem to understand I never meant to hurt you. You, Harry Potter, are one of the most trustworthy people I know." The Wolf said with sincerity.

Harry nodded and waved at Hagrid to enter the glass cage, "Then trust my judgment now, show me that you trust me."

The Wolf said nothing but allowed Hagrid to step forward with his umbrella (the one he uses as a wand) and a first aid kit.

"Alright Harry?" he asked already beginning to look over the Wolf's wounds.

Harry nodded, "Just take good care of him Hagrid, I'll be back in a moment." Stepping out of the cage he clenched his fists in anger. Voldemort had sunk too low this time, using such a gentle creature to do his dirty work. Anger shook him to the core as he thought about what evil Voldemort might have made that poor Fire Wolf do. He needed to let off some steam, release his anger where no one would be hurt.

He made his way over to the edge of the forest, but before he could enter a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Jessica's soft voice reached his ears.

Turning he saw the concern in her eyes, checking to make sure Hagrid was still occupied, he answered her question with one of his own.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" It was after all Monday morning; classes should be in session by now.

She smiled, "So I skipped History of Magic, big deal, I would have just slept through it anyway." She paused, "You never answered my question, where are you going?"

Harry sighed and messaged his temples, frustrated, "I need to blow off some steam, I was going to go train for awhile while Hagrid is busy with the Wolf."

Jessica nodded and grinned when she looked at his hair, "Nice Harry, trying to start a new trend."

Harry was shocked at the change in direction of the conversation, but welcomed it, "What do you mean?"

Jessica laughed and summoned a mirror, before handing it to Harry she replied, "Well, it certainly is a daring look, do you try and give Draco Malfoy ways to make fun of you?"

Confused Harry took the mirror raised it to his face and laughed at his reflection, his hair hung limply on his head, and it looked like he had placed a blue mop on his head. Still chuckling he waved a hand over his head, the hair immediately spiked itself and Harry handed back the mirror with a grin.

"Guess I forgot to fix it, I was in such a rush to get out of the hospital wing and see how the Wolf was I completely forgot what my hair must have looked like."

Jessica laughed following Harry, who had started walking into the woods again. A comfortable silence fell over the two of them, broken when Jessica spoke again.

"How is he, the Wolf I mean?"

Something in her voice made Harry stop and turn to face her, "You heard him speak too, didn't you?"

Jessica nodded and began to lead the way deeper into the forest, "Yes, but we were the only one's, not even Greg heard him. It must be another Mystic Knight power, and since Greg is no longer a Mystic Knight, so to speak, he wasn't able to understand him either."

Harry pondered this awhile and nearly bumped in Jessica when she stopped suddenly. It was only then Harry realized they had reached there training clearing. He hadn't even fully realized they had started walking again.

Scanning the field Harry realized something was amiss. The weapons and attack dummies were all there, the clearing was exactly the way they had left it, but Harry knew something else was there. He could feel it, something was watching them.

"Jessica..." Harry began glancing around the clearing again as the feeling grew, he realized not one, but a whole group of something's was watching them.

"I feel it too," she whispered her hand finding Harry's and squeezing tightly, "what are they?"

"I don't know," the sensation was really staring to creep him out, "But I have a feeling we're going to find out, real soon." The words barely left his mouth before dozens of shadows swept out of the forest straight for them.

Uh oh, another cliffhanger. Oh well at least this chapter is longer this time.