Chapter 1

The death eater laughed, bodies littered the floor of the pub and he laughed. The Aurors who had come for him were piled in the corner, well to be precise, what was left of the Aurors were piled in the corner. He drained the last of his fire-whiskey and motioned for the terrified barkeep to get him another. The man moved a little too slow, a slight wave of his wand, a few words and another body landed with a soft thud. The death-eater hopped the bar and got the drink himself. He downed the alcohol in one long pull, and shattered the bottle on the floor as he grabbed another.

"How the mighty have fallen," he whirled around at the voice, and saw four figures cloaked and hooded, water ran from their black cloaks and pooled around the groups' feet.

The death eater laughed yet again, "More of you bastards, how many Aurors must I kill before the ministry gets my point?"

Now the newcomers laughed, "Sorry, you've made a mistake. We aren't Aurors, and the ministry has nothing to do with this," one of the figures said.

"Enough talk Padfoot, let's kill him now," even the death-eater was startled to hear the malice and anger in the shortest figure's voice.

"Patience, Shadow, that time will come soon enough," the first admonished his smaller companion, leaving no doubt who was in charge.

The death eater had heard enough to know he wanted out, and took his chance. Launching a spell he turned diving through the window and running for the woods. Padfoot watched him go, before turning to his companions.

"Talon, Shadow, after him, I want to know where he goes from here. We know there are a group of death-eaters here, as soon as he joins them, lets us know." The two figures nodded, their bodies already changing, until a panther, and an eagle sat in the center of the pub floor. As the animagi disappeared into the night, Padfoot whispered, "The hunt begins."

"So, what do we do while they track down the bad guys?" the fourth figure finally spoke.

"Have you forgotten Brute, we're bad guys. At least according to Scrimgeour, and the prophet. The only reason they aren't hunting us is because the surviving death eaters are causing too much trouble."

"And because we're doing their jobs for them, doing it better than they can."

"That only makes Scrimgeour want to catch us more.

"Oh, right."

"Still, the least we can do is lay out these bodies, show them a bit of respect."

"Sure Padfoot," the man call Brute said, lifting an arm from the pile of bodies and examining it, "I always hated puzzles."

"Just make three piles, Male parts, Female parts, and unsure. We'll sort out the individual bodies later."

Padfoot crouched in the forest and watched the death eaters. He counted seven of them six sleeping and one on guard by the fire. He slipped silently from the spot and returned to his companions several hundred meters back in the forest.

"One awake six sleeping, I'll take the guard," Padfoot whispered.

"Why? I'm faster than you, I should take him," Shadow shot back.

"You're not to enter the clearing," Padfoot said softly.

"WHAT!"

"Quiet."

"Sorry, but why can't I fight?"

"Shadow, I need someone in the forest, in case one of them escapes, you're the fastest, and the quietest. Disillusion yourself before you change. Talon, you provide the distraction, once it starts, pick your targets, but be careful, if you get caught on the ground."
"I know, I won't stay down, just a dive and slash, and return to the sky."

"Fine, Disillusion for you as well, Brute, after I take out the guard, I want you to charge in and mop up, I want them the see you, Shadow find a spot opposite of where he comes in, when they run, they'll head right for you."

Talon asked, "Prisoners?"

"If one gives you the chance, but just one, and if they hold a wand they die."

An hour before dawn, Talon glided easily over the enemy camp. She clutched a box in her powerful claws, a box labeled,

Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs

Deflagration Deluxe

At the right time, she dropped it and watched as it landed in the center of the fire. As chaos erupted in the death eater camp, Talon started her attack. Picking her target, she plummeted from the sky at close to 300 kilometers per hour, and sunk her claws into his soft unprotected flesh. The impact knocked the death eater sprawling and Talon hopped clear as he rolled. She darted back in quickly as he stopped on his back, and grabbed the man's throat in her claws. A quick squeeze, a jerk, and the death-eater joined his countless victims in the afterlife.

Knowing the danger, Talon spread her wings and returned to the air to examine the battle. She easily noticed the carnage caused by Brute, the large reddish-brown bear charging across the camp, leaving little but dismembered bodies in his wake. Padfoot, the wolf, was just a black blur darting through the chaos to bite down with powerful jaws, shake, rip, and move on. Shadows only signs were the screams of the few death eaters to reach what they thought was the safety of the trees.

Deciding everyone was okay, Talon dove again, this time spearing her eight claws between her target's ribs, into his lungs, and heart. Once back on the ground, she resumed human form and began casting spells. Within seconds it was over and the death eaters lay dead. After searching the bodies, and making sure no one would survive, the companions turned and walked into the forest. Talon paused at the edge of the clearing, and with a flick of her wrist conjured up blue flames, which collected in the air above the carnage. As she turned to leave, a piece of parchment caught her sharp eye. Stuffing it into her pocket, she continued into the dark. As she disappeared, the flames spiraled in the air to form words.

This is the fate of those who served Voldemort.

Death eaters beware.

The Marauders are coming for you.

The flames still burned a week later when a team of Aurors located the camp.