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LXG 2004 2: Lazarus

Instantly, the two men and two women in the room leapt to their feet, Harry and Ginny drawing their wands while Selene pulled out two guns and pointed them at the two wolves, who were eagerly scanning their surroundings as though trying to decide who to attack first.

"Lycans?" Harry asked Michael, who was already flexing his fingers in preparation for combat.

"Yeah," Michael growled, as he stared at his new foes. "Just don't let them bite you, and you'll be fine."

"Anything silver will hurt them, but you'd need to hit them directly in a vital organ such as the heart or brain to kill them for good," Selene said, looking over at the wizards. "But as Michael said, if they bite you you're in trouble; either you'll mutate into them, or you'll die."

"Right," Ginny said, as she reached behind her towards the nearby table, with a crockery set that her mother had given her and Harry as a housewarming present. It wasn't much of a weapon, she had to admit, but at least the handles for must of the cups were silver; if she timed it correctly, she might just be able to hit one of the werewolves with the cup, shattering the china but leaving the silver handle in a position where it would injure the werewolf in question.

"All right then, you ugly lump of fur," she said, trying to sound braver than she felt as she faced the slobbering wolf, "I know it's cliché, but we can do this the easy way or the hard way; your call."

The lycan looked over at her, smiled slightly…

And lunged.

Instinctively, Ginny struck out with the cup, watching it shatter as it struck the lycan's nose, and smiled in relief as the lycan began to scream, steam rising from its snout where the silver handle had struck it.

Just as it began to turn to face her, a loud yelp came from off to one side as Michael, now fully transformed into something Ginny couldn't quite see apart from the fact that it was blue-ish and fast, tackled the other lycan, throwing it through the hole in the wall that it had just entered by.

The lycan instinctively glanced in the direction of the cry, and Ginny seized her chance; she pulled out her wand, pointed it at the lycan, and cried out, "Impedimentia!", vaguely hearing Harry yell "Stupefy!" and there was the loud bang of gunfire from where Selene was standing. The werewolf jerked in three different directions practically simultaneously as the charms hit it, although only Selene's strike seemed to have any effect; the bullets struck the lycan in the side, and steam began to issue from the small wounds as the injured lycan howled.

Selene moved too fast for either of the others to see; suddenly, Harry and Ginny each found themselves staring at a 9mm Beretta that had landed on the floor in front of them, while Selene's long leather duster was the only thing that actually gave them a clear idea of her position as she struck out and kicked at the lycan, using her greater speed to her advantage.

"What are you waiting for; shoot it!" Selene yelled out at Ginny as she launched a powerful kick at her opponent's jaw. "I can't keep this up forever!"

"Oh… uh… right," Ginny said, picking up the gun and holding it out in front of her; she wasn't entirely clear on aiming these things, but, if she remembered some of the few novels she'd managed to read since leaving Hogwarts, the recoil of the bullet might be a problem…

"SHOOT IT ALREADY!" Selene yelled, as there was the sudden sound of something tearing.

Ginny tensed, aimed at an area that she hoped and prayed would stay the lycan, and fired.

There was a loud, feral roar of agony, and Ginny was relieved to see that it had come from the lycan; they didn't need an injured Selene on top of everything else. She smiled, but the smile faded as the lycan spun around to face her, its teeth bared in an angry snarl…

At least, before another silver bullet struck it in the neck, fired from the gun that Harry had picked up off the floor. The lycan yelped once, sounding for all the world like a startled dog rather than a monstrous killing machine, and collapsed to the ground.

Selene turned around to smile at them, and Harry and Ginny were briefly surprised at the sight she now presented; her eyes, originally brown, were now a brilliant pale electric-blue, and her vampire fangs were far more pronounced than they had been originally.

Selene smiled slightly at their reactions. "Don't worry; I won't bite," she said reassuringly. Then she turned around and leapt out of the hole in the wall, followed closely by Harry and Ginny…

Who could only stare at the sight in front of them, as a blue-skinned male human slugged it out with a large werewolf the size and shape of the Rock- at least, it appeared so to the two of them; they weren't all that keen on getting close enough to find out.

"Um… shouldn't we help him?" Harry asked, looking over at Selene inquiringly.

Selene shook her head. "Michael's stronger than you'd think; he'll be fine," she said casually.

Or so it would have seemed to anyone else. However, Harry and Ginny had practically grown up watching Ron and Hermione's relationship develop; they knew when a woman was hiding something about a man.

The two of them looked at each other behind Selene's back, the same though obvious on their faces.

She loves him.

Their attention was drawn back to the fight by a sharp crack!, and they turned around to see Michael standing over the lycan's fallen wolf form, its head twisted at an impossible angle. Panting slightly, he turned to face them, revealing a more pronounced ribcage than a normal human's, along with jet-black eyes and pronounced, dog-like canine teeth, although his muscles didn't look any larger than they'd been when he was human.

Noting their surprised expressions, he smiled slightly and, in less time than it took to blink, he was back in his human form.

"Yeah, I know I look a bit odd like that, but it's the only way I can access my full strength," he explained, as the four of them headed back into the house and Michael grabbed his leather coat, rolling the shirt up and stuffing it into a pocket inside the coat; the coat concealed enough of his chest to not make it obvious he wasn't wearing anything on his upper half under the coat, and he seemed to have ripped a few buttons when he went into battle. Harry was guessing he'd torn the shirt off as he dived into battle. "As I am, I could probably hold my own against a couple of vampires, but it's only in my hybrid form that I fully tap into my strength."

"Ah," Harry said, before looking over at Selene. "I assume those… lycans were after you because of that problem you want our help with?"

"Correct," Selene said, nodding as she looked back at Harry. "So, now that you've seen what we're dealing with, do you still want to help us?"

Harry looked over at Ginny, and sighed.

"Ginny," he began to say, "I'm sorry, but-"

Ginny clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Don't say it, Mr Potter, OK?" she said, smiling slightly at her boyfriend. "You did this to me in sixth year; you're not doing it again, OK?"

She reached over, picked up her wand, and held it under Harry's face. "I'm just as capable as you are right now; I'm coming, and that's that. Got me?"

Harry seemed about to reply, but then a thought occurred to him and he glanced over at Selene.

"The more the merrier, or do you think we'll need to try some stealth attacks on this trip?" he asked the vampiress.

Selene shrugged. "I don't know, but an extra fighter can't hurt," she said, giving Ginny a brief wink of approval before looking back at Harry. "You'd better call the rest of the League; I'll fill you all in on the situation when they're all here."

"Right," Harry said. Heading over to the phone, he picked it up and dialled the number he and Ginny had recently inserted on their speed dial.

"Yes?" a voice said on the other end.

"Elektra?" Harry said in surprise.

"Harry?" the woman on the other end said.

"What are you doing answering the phones?"

"Well, Angel's secretary had a date with some guy called Xander, so I got talked into covering for her," Elektra explained. "It's a bit calmer than my main job; trust me, it is not easy to fight women with superhuman strength, even if you've got daggers."

"Right…" Harry said, glancing over at the others before turning back to the phone. "Elektra, could you get Angel to call the Doctor and have him pick up the others? Ginny and I've been contacted by some people who need our assistance."

"Really?" Elektra asked, trying to sound nonchalant but her voice betraying a certain degree of excitement. "League-scale crisis?"

"Yep," Harry replied, nodding.

"Well, the Doctor already left on business, but he left Angel with a means of contacting him; we'll be with you in a few moments," Elektra assured him. "Just one question; does the 'help' involve high stakes?"

"The fate of an entire species, apparently," Harry replied.

There was a brief pause, and then Elektra spoke.

"Sounds like fun," she said simply.

Then she hung up.

Harry put the phone down and walked back to the others, confident that, at any moment, the Doctor's strange old Police Box would arrive to collect them…

And then the game would begin.