Disclaimer - It's not mine. Never was. I'm not making any money off of this, just writing it for the fun of it. So don't sue.

A/N - Hello again, wonderful world of Harry Potter fans. I'm finally back, and this time with my sequel to Wolf's Bane. If you are going to read this story, I suggest you go read Wolf's Bane first, or else things are going to make absolutely NO sense whatsoever. Just a warning. ;)

To the rest of you who read the first installment, I implore you to give this one a try. Once again, our dearly beloved werewolf takes center stage, but this time it is during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts.

So, cheers to all. And I hope you enjoy.

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Wolf's Bane: The Return to Hogwarts

Chapter One

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'''Harry nodded. he somehow couldn not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around, and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.''' -JK Rowling, excerpt from Order of the Phoenix

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It had taken roughly another half hour or so before all of the Hogwarts students had been collected by their anxious parents. When the members of the Order were sure none of the children remained in King's Cross, and Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George had been sent off to the Burrow per Molly Weasley's orders, they quickly and inconspicously dropped back through the brick barrier that led to Platform 9 3/4, and then Apparated to a small alleyway within walking distance of the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters in London, 12 Grimmauld Place.

Dumbledore had asked their group to escort Harry to the relative safety of his Aunt and Uncle, then meet at headquarters for an emergency meeting between the core members of the resistence group. It was obvious to anyone that Sirius' recent death was still in the forefront of the member's mind. And it was most evident by the grim expressions on Tonk's and Remus' faces when they entered into the old house that the now deceased man had been confined to up until Voldemort had flushed him out a few days ago.

Minerva McGonagall met them at the doorway and quietly informed them that everyone was gathered in the kitchen, awaiting their arrival to start the meeting. Remus Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Arthur and Molly Weasley, and Tonks followed a tight lipped McGonagall into the kitchen where Bill and Charlie Weasley were seated, along with the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore. McGonagall took her plaec in the cheir to the left of the wizened man and nodded to the newcomers.

"Everything go well at King's Cross, Mad-Eye?" Dumbledore asked as the newcomers settled themselves in and Molly scrounged up some food and drinks for the group. "No trouble I hope?"

"Nothing out of the usual." Moody answered gruffly. "Other than the ruckus from Narcissa Malfoy and the Crabbe and Goyle matriarchs when they found their prat sons stuck in the baggage rack, oozing slime and looking like one of Hagrid's distorted cross-bred creatures."

"Once again, we see Harry's D.A. sessions put to a good, practical use." Tonks commented, crossing her arms irratibly and leaning her chair back onto two legs.

"What was it you wanted to discuss with us, Albus?" Lupin asked, turning his attention to the man at the head of the table. It was hard enough having to come back to the house, knowing that his best friend was gone, and he wanted to get out of it as quickly as possible.

"A number of things have been brought to my attention. As you well know, the school is in need of a teacher for the upcoming year. I would prefer to have someone of m own choice in the position, but I find myself sorely lacking in suitable candidates. And as I, as well as you, do not want another incompetent Ministry official like Dolores Umbridge teaching the students, I was curious as to whether or not any of you had any plausible suggestions?" Dumbledore said, steepling his fingers in front of him and sitting back in his chair.

Numerous names were suggested, and McGonagall jotted them down on a piece of parchment. As the assembled group went over the list of ten or so odd candidates one by one, a particular name seemed to strike a chord with the eldest Weasley male.

"I've heard of this Dr. Mikayla Lee before." Arthur said, trying to remember why the name stuck out in his mind. "She's a British born Auror from the Department of Magic in North America. One of their finest from what I've heard before. Where did you meet her, Bill?"

The eldest of the Weasley brood pushed his long hair out of his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. He had requested a transfer to Gringotts in Diagon Alley from Egypt the year before, along with his brother Charlie from Romania, and both had been lucky enough for the transfers to be granted. Now, the two eldest Weasley's worked jobs in the London and surrounding areas, and still worked with the Order when they could.

"Met her in Egypt, actually." Bill answered, scratching his chin. "We had cracked into one of the tombs and our guys kept dropping like flies. Come to find out, it wasn't a curse, but some kind of vapor in the air that was coming from some pits that had been dug underneath the treasure chambers. Dr. Lee was in the area investigating some rumored attacks on the American Magical Embassy and was called in to give her opinion. When she came out, she had a look at the passed out workers, and asked to see the tomb. After a couple of minutes, she talked to the boss and said she'd be back in a few hours with something to help, and to keep the tomb shut and everyone out of it until she got back."

"And?" Tonks asked, her curiosity of the woman obviously peaked.

"And about two or three house later, she came back with a half dozen or so cauldrons worth of some kind of nasty litte concoction. She walks over to the tomb opening and throws them in, saying we should be able to go in withough iny incident in a half hour or so after the potioin neutralizes the vapors and the liquid at the bottom of the tomb."

"Smart woman." Moody grumbled.

"What else did you find out about her?" Charlie asked his brother.

"She hung around and I talked to her for a while. Smart lady, she was. Well versed in Defense and even better in Potions. Hell, her Charms work wasn't half bad either. Taught me how to check and see if the vapors would be present in any of the other chambers before going into them with a quick little incantation. She impressed me at any rate, added bonus when I found out she was originally from England. Do you remember anyone by that name from Hogwarts, dad? She couldn't be much younger than you and mom."

"I'm afraid not." Molly Weasley answered after a few moments. "The name doesn't ring any bells. What about you, Remus?"

"No." the werewolf answered. "No clue. Maybe she went to school in France."

"Interesting, indeed." Dumbledore mused. "Can you get us more information on this young woman, Bill?"

"I'll see what I can dig up." Bill said. "I've still got some contacts left at the Department of Magic in the U.S. from the last job I had there. They might be of some use. But I wouldn't exactly call her young. She had her daughter with her, and the girl was not too far from Ron and Harry's age I'd wager."

"I see." Dumbledore said. "Find what you can, Mr. Weasley, and get it to me as soon as possible. If your lady friend is indeed British, we may count her as a suitable candidate for the teaching position, since she is more than likely wary of the happenings of our homeland at the current time."

Bill nodded again and the group continued to contemplate the choices of an instructor until there were three possible candidates left, one a retired Auror, and the other a retired Defense professor from Beauxbatons. By that time Dumbledore seemed ready to move to another subject. "We seem to have another immediate problem at our doors."

"Which would be?" Arthur pressed.

"It seems as though the Ministry has decided that with Sirius' untimley death, ownership of 12 Grimmauld Place is to be passed to his next of kin, Narcissa Malfoy."

"What!" Tonks yelled, standing so quickly that she knocked her chair over backwards, the fury evident in her dark eyes. The racket seemed to set of Mrs. Black's portrait in the hallway, and Bill and Charlie took out to calm and quiet the wailing portrait down.

"BLOOD TRAITORS!!!! HOW DARE YOU ENTER INTO MY NOBLE HOUSE AND TAINT OUR HOME WITH YOUR PRESENCE!!!!"

"Calm yourself, Tonks." Lupin said in a carefully controlled voice, as he placed a restraining hand on the younger girl's arm. "You knew there was a possibility this would happen." The man seemed more tense than ever, and he winced as Mrs. Blacks protests grew louder and more crude.

"GET OUT!!! ABOMINATIONS!!! TRAITORS TO THE OLD WAYS!!!!"

"The Malfoy's do not need another hunk of property!" the young Auror growled over the portrait's ranting and raving. "As his godson, Harry was Sirius' rightful heir! This place should belong to him now! Not the Malfoy prats!"

"FREAKS!!! SCUM OF OUR WORLD!!! BEGONE WITH YOU!!!"

"I highly doubt young Harry would want to lay claim to this house as his own." McGonagall pointed out calmly, seemingly not bothered by Mrs. Black's yelling and cursing.

"Not exactly the best of location anyway." Moody grunted, his magical eye rolling around and taking in the large kitchen, and undoubtedly beyond the wall to see Bill and Charlie's attempts to shut the woman up. "Don't blame the bloke."

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! BLOOD TRAITORS!!!"

"Didn't Sirius change his will to give everything to Harry should anything...untoward...happen to him?" Molly questioned quietly, looking to Dumbledore for answeres. "He assured me that he had taken care of it."

"I seems as though there has been a jumble of paperwork at the Ministry." Dumbledore said dryly. "I received word earlier that until the problem has been solved, all of Sirius' assets, both monetary and corpeal, were being transferred to Narcissa Malfoy and her husband, Lucius."

"Who is currently rotting in Azkaban." Charlie said with contempt as he and Bill came back into the kitchen after successfully getting the portrait of Mrs. Black to shut up. "About bloody time, I'd say."

"Here, here." Moody agreed.

"What are we going to do for a headquarters?" Lupin asked, rubbing his temples in weariment.

"Can't we fight the Ministry ruling for Harry's rights to the place?" Tonks asked, somewhat calmer now. "I don't like this hole in the wall anymore than the rest of us, but it has served its purpose so far."

"I'm afraid until such a time that the elusive papers are be found, and the requested changes made, we are helpless to do anything."

"At this point, the Ministry is still in chaos." McGonagall said tersely.

"It wouldn't surprise me if we see Fudge booted out soon from his position as Minister." Charlie said dryly. "I hear word of a vote of No Confidence going through tomorrow at the Ministry meeting. If that's the case, Fudge is out, and there is no telling who his replacement is going to be."

"Well, they can't be much worse that their predecessor, now can they?" Tonks said snappily.

"We could always meet at the Burrow, Albus." Molly Weasley said, diffusing any more argumentative streaks that were threatening to come out.. "At least temporarily, given we put some Protection charms around the surrounding area."

"That is a kind offer, Molly, and we may be forced to take you up on that." McGonagall said wearliy. "Should we not be capable of finding a proper place for our meetings."

"Whatever we have is at your disposal, Albus." Arthur Weasley added. And so the meeting closed a little while later. The Weasley's, minus Bill, took off for the Burrow while Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Lupin returned to Hogwarts, and Tonks returned to the chaotic uproar that was the Ministry of Magic. Bill, meanwhile, went to Gringott's to see if he could dig up anymore information on Dr. Mikayla Lee, Auror and Potions Expert.

Later on that evening, after Dumbledore had received a number of thick packets containing information about each of the three likely Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching candidates, the headmaster pulled out the information Bill Weasley had procured about Dr. Mikayla Lee. As he spread the page after page of the file, he took a deep breath and shook his head sadly.

He knew this young woman well, as she had been a student of his only sixteen years before at Hogwarts, only under a different name of Sable Robbins. A name that the old wizard was sure some members of the Order would recognize, especially Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. Tales of the attack in which she had disappeared were still told, even today. But Albus was one of the only people who knew the truth behind the young woman's sudden disappearance, with no evidence of her whereabouts to be found afterwards.

He picked up a paper to his right and looked at it carefully. The photograph was that of a thirty-four year old woman, dressed in the robes of an Auror of the American Department. She was smiling faintly, and Dumbledore could see the light streaks of premature white or grey running through her hair, mixing with the darkness of the rest, a result of her bloodline as a ranula, or natural born werewolf.

Below that portrait were three others, one young woman and two young men, all three aged sixteen, all smiling, grinning, or smirking at the cameraman. The young girl was a carbon copy of her mother, down to the last dimple on her face. The young men, although brothers, looked very little alike. Although the resemblence to the boys fathers were uncanny.

"After all these years of hiding, Ms. Robbins, it is time to call you back home." he shuffled the papers into a stack and replaced them in the large envelope before placing them on the corner of his desk. "I promised to try and keep you out of this for as long as I possibly could, my dear. Unfortunately, I find myself in need of your assistance. Merlin help us all, but we need all the help we can get right now."

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A/N - Well, I hope you guys like the beginning. More is on its way, although I'm not too sure how quickly I'll be getting the chapters out. I'm facing a bout of writer's block with my other stories, so it could take a while.

This is just kind of a feeler chapter to see how the response to it is going to be. Love you lots!

Later,

A.A.

12/1/2005