Lucius was humming as he left America. He needed an alibi and the werewolves killing Potter and the muggle girl would make Remus an outcast for espousing the Weres as equals.

Harry and Dani were awake and waiting for a chance to take out their kidnapper. Harry knew of magic as a friend of his mum had found and taught him from age five. Petunia and Vernon had sold her the house for twice its worth. Then paid Petunia for a pint of blood. She used this with a replenisher and stasis charm to fool the wards into thinking Petunia was still there.

When he was seven, she did a ritual to show his soul bonded. It worked, but he saw three different women. A blonde with a shade of purple in her eyes, around sixteen 26-18-22, 5'8" and about 120 pounds. She gave off an aura of deadliness, something like a Dragon. He assumed she was a Were.

Then a smaller black haired, black eyed spanish looking young lady around eighteen years old. 22-16-18, 5' 4" and around 100 pounds. He could see magic around her, so assumed she was a witch.

Then a red haired with green eyes that was slinky, when she moved. She seemed strong, but not as deadly as the silvery blonde. She was the tallest at 5'11", 26-17-20 and about 110 pounds. She seemed to have a different arau around her that he could not place, but exuded sex appeal.