Chapter 10: The Resurrection Stone

Simon eyes fluttered open, and he was soon looking into the ceiling of somewhere inside Hogwarts. He sat up and looked around, seeing the lines of empty beds in the large room and knew at once he was in the Hospital wing; only being in here once before when Scorpius Malfoy was hit with a rogue bludger during Quidditch practice. He continued to look around seeing no one, so he began to step out of bed.

"You stay right where you are, Mr. Ares," said a very stern and feminine voice. Simon froze and turned to see a middle-aged woman quickly approaching him. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and wore nurse robes. Simon knew her by the name of Madam Reed. "Now, get back in bed, young man," she said sternly.

Simon nodded and sat back down in bed. "What's going on, Madam Reed?" he asked. "Why am I in the Hospital Wing?"

"You don't remember?" Reed said, pulling out her wand. Simon shook his head and shrugged. "Well, you nearly used up all of your magic last Saturday."

"Last Saturday?" Simon repeated incredulously. "What is today?"

"November eighth," Madam Reed answered as she began to wave her wand over Simon.

"No that can't be," Simon stuttered. "I have a Quidditch match on the seventh."

"Which you missed because you were out, running on your reserve magics, as your magical core healed itself," Madam Reed said, continued to wave her wand over Simon.

Simon covered his face with his hands and let out a distressed groan. "Longbottom is going to kill me," he said through his hands, then put them down. "Did we at least win?" he asked clearly.

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Ares," Reed replied. "Ravenclaw beat the snot out of you Gryffindors." Simon groaned and fell back onto his bed. Suddenly, the oak doors that led into the Hospital Wing and in walked a few familiar faces to Simon who looked up.

Alice entered first and practically ran over to Simon's bed. Hugo and Lily were next with Gabriel lagging behind the group, looking a little more than afraid.

"You seem fine," Madam Reed said, standing up straight. "But I'd like you to stay an extra day, for rest." Simon nodded and Reed walked away as Alice ran up and hugged Simon.

"I'm glad you're okay," She said, then let go of Simon as the others walked up to his bed. "We were all so worried."

"Hey, Simon," Lily said, walking up to him and hugging him.

"Hey Lily," Simon greeted back, and then looked at Hugo and Gabriel. "Hugo, Gabriel."

"Simon," Hugo greeted with a wave. Gabriel nodded in Simon's direction, not looking at him.

"You alright there, Gabe?" Simon asked, fully knowing why Gabriel was acting the way he was. Simon remembered everything from that night; it was still in his brain, every little detail.

"Yeah, Simon, I'm good," Gabriel answered, glancing at Simon.

"So what happened?" Alice asked. "There's a rumor going around that you stunned my dad."

"Oh, uh," Simon began, looking at each of his friends faces. "Well, I accidentally…"

"We accidentally sprayed your dad with a little bit Nimbus mist," Gabriel said.

"Yeah," Simon said, nodding in agreement. "We were having a bit of fun, you know, typical horseplay," he lied. "And then a Nimbus flower went insane and let out a bunch right in my face hence is why I am here in the Hospital Wing."

"You shouldn't have been playing around with Nimbus Flowers," Lily said. "They can be very dangerous, possibly fatal."

"Really?" Hugo said. "I don't recount anyone dying from a calming flower."

"Just because there aren't many cases doesn't mean that it hasn't happened," Lily countered.

Simon turned to Alice as Lily and Hugo continued to argue. "Is this the first time you've come to see me?"

"It's Gabriel's first time," Alice answered. "Hugo and I visited every day since you've been here."

"And I missed the Quidditch match, is August mad at me?" Simon asked.

"I don't think so," Alice replied. "I mean, you had a good reason to be out didn't you." Simon shrugged. His and Gabriel's lie wasn't a thing to be happy about. It would make them out to be reckless and stupid. Simon thought that that would lose his respect he had gotten from August and the team.

A minute later, the oak doors opened and three men entered; Mr. Potter, Professor Longbottom, and Headmaster Orpheus, all walking up to Simon's bed.

"Children," Professor Orpheus said. "We would like to have a private moment with Mr. Ares, if you would please wait outside." Hugo, Lily, Alice, and Gabriel nodded all together and left the Hospital Wing. Simon watched his friends leave and then turned to the three men, all looking calm and collected. He knew exactly why they were there.

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Simon blurted out to Longbottom. "I really tried to control it, but I couldn't – "

"It's quit alright, Simon," Longbottom replied. "I'm fine, no major injuries, just a small bump on the head."

"Yes, it seems you've kept a small secret from us, Mr. Ares," Professor Orpheus commented.

"To be honest, I didn't think it would happen a second time," Simon replied.

"A second time?" Potter repeated. "This has only happened once before?" Simon nodded. "That doesn't make any sense."

"What do you mean?" Simon asked.

"Well, Simon," Professor Orpheus started. "A regular Werewolf has a transformation every full moon, since they've been bitten."

"But I was never bitten by a werewolf," Simon revealed. Longbottom, Orpheus, and Potter all looked at one another.

"And this has only happened once before?" Potter asked. Simon nodded.

"Since I got here, at Hogwarts," he clarified.

"What do you suspect we do now?" Longbottom asked, turning to Orpheus and Potter.

"Take him to the shrieking shack every month?" Potter suggested. "Like Remus Lupin did when he was here at Hogwarts –"

"But I can control it," Simon interrupted. "I did the first time and I did control it eventually the second time."

"Yes, but it took all your magic and some Nimbus mist," Longbottom replied. "Going to the shrieking shack isn't a punishment, Simon."

"It's just a precaution," Orpheus finished. "So you wouldn't hurt any students or staff like Professor Longbottom." Simon nodded a bit sadly, feeling bad about what he did to Professor Longbottom.

"Don't look so sad," Longbottom said. "No one has ever knocked me out before. You should be proud someone as small as you could take out someone as big as me." Simon smiled little.

"Rest well, Mr. Ares," Orpheus said and then began to leave. Potter and Longbottom said their goodbyes and left as well, and a second later, Alice and Hugo entered the Wing and walked over to Simon's bed.

"Where are Gabriel and Lily?" Simon asked.

"Gabriel had to finish some work and asked Lily to help him," Alice answered. Simon nodded but glanced at Hugo who was staring at him with concern.

"Alice, could you do me a favor and get me some water?" Simon asked. "I'm a little thirsty."

"Yeah, sure," Alice said, walking away to fetch Simon his water.

"So, what really happened?" Hugo asked.

Simon inhaled through his mouth. "Well, it happened again," he answered. "But it was worse."

"How worse?" Hugo asked.

"Well, Longbottom opened the window and I couldn't help but look at the moon," Simon began to explain. "And I couldn't stop staring at it, and when I did, I couldn't control myself. I tossed Professor Longbottom across the room and then I tried to attack Gabriel, but he sprayed the mist in my face, and that's when I was able to control myself. But it drained all my magic and I fainted. That's why I been out for a week. I nearly used up all my magic to control my animalistic urges."

"So, what are you?" Hugo asked. "Are you a werewolf? But you can't be as you controlled yourself and werewolves can't control themselves without Wolfsbane potion," he answered on his own.

"We don't know that for sure," Simon said.

"If you're not really a werewolf, then what are you?" Hugo asked. Simon looked back at Hugo and shrugged.

Soon, Simon was released from the Hospital Wing and put back with the rest of the students of Hogwarts. He was happy for the small break, but it did put him a week behind in his work, but luckily he had his friends to help him out with it. As for the impersonating a teacher, there was no news on who exactly the culprit was, and if he was a werewolf, then he would have been gone that night Simon turned. But Hugo had told Simon that only Simmons and Banter hadn't shown up for dinner that night, which brought the suspects down to two.

Soon, November came to a close with nothing interesting really happening. Quidditch practices were the only fun thing going for Simon and he was pushed harder than anyone else on the team. Longbottom was kind of mad at him for being in the Hospital Wing during game day, not because of the excuse but because he had to use Louis Weasley who didn't follow orders. Schoolwork was fair and normal, nothing interesting there. As for Simmons and Charlie, they were both normal professors for now, but now it was November 30th, meaning there was a full moon tonight. Simon was to go with Potter to the Shrieking Shack just in case something bad happened.

"So what do I tell Alice?" Hugo asked as he watched Simon pack his bag for his trip to the shrieking shack.

"Tell her I'm studying late with Professor Wolpert or something," Simon answered. "I don't know. You're smart, I'm sure we can come up with an excuse."

"I don't see why we can't tell her that you may be a werewolf," Hugo said, scratching his head. Alice, at the moment, was in the library, watching the Transfiguration Professor who was working in there, grading papers and whatnot.

"Because," Simon replied, straightening up and swinging his bag over his shoulder, and seriously looked at Hugo. "She's afraid of werewolves."

"She is?" Hugo asked. Simon nodded.

"She told me a few days after we found out that one of our teachers might be a werewolf," Simon explained as the two boys exited the dorm and down the stairs towards the common room. "She said they're scary and very frightening, and that if she ever came face to face with one, she would freeze, unable to do anything but watch as she was ripped apart."

"That's disconcerting," Hugo commented as they reached the portrait. Simon nodded.

"Yeah, and if I tell her what I am, I might just lose her as a friend," he said. "And she would be terrified of me, and I don't want that. I like her," he finished, but then caught himself, "as a friend, and I don't want to lose her."

"Okay," Hugo said. "Well, good luck."

"Thanks," Simon replied. "And you know what to do right?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to follow Professor Charlie, I know," Hugo said, waving Simon off.

Simon nodded and opened the portrait and walked out. Minutes later, the first year Gryffindor was walking through a courtyard, where the sun was setting, and where Potter happened to waiting.

"Good evening, Simon," Potter greeted.

"Evening Mr. Potter," Simon greeted back.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Potter nodded. "Alright, follow me," he said, and turned around. Simon nodded and began to follow after Potter who led him out of the courtyard and across a bridge and onto the grounds of Hogwarts, and then finally towards a large willow tree, stopping about ten feet away.

"Why are you we stopping?" Simon curiously asked. Potter glanced at Simon and then pointed back at the tree. Simon looked up and saw a small bird flying by the tree and then landing on one of its branches. He watched in shock as another couple of smaller branches came to life and violently flicked the bird away. "How?" Was all Simon could muster up to say.

"It's called the Whomping Willow," Potter said, pulling out his wand, waved it at the tree where it froze in place. "This way," he said and began walking towards the tree. Simon warily glanced at the tree as he followed Potter. He then looked away to see the Auror crouching down and into a hole under the tree, and disappeared a second later.

Simon stood and stared. "This is an interesting world," he commented to himself and then crawled into the hole to find Potter waiting in a tunnel. A second later, Potter led the first year through the tunnel and then stopped at what looked like to be a dead end. Simon was about to comment but noticed Potter reached over him and opened a hatch leading up.

"This way," Potter said, heaving himself up and then helped Simon up. Once inside, Simon looked around. The Shrieking Shack wasn't a shack but an entire house that hadn't been lived in, in years. It was ancient, dusty, and all the furniture looked like it was about to break into pieces. "Welcome to the Shrieking Shack," Potter said, glancing around the place.

Simon looked up at Potter, noticing the sadness in the Auror's eyes. "Have you been here before?" Simon asked.

Potter looked down at Simon and gave a nod. "A couple of times," he answered.

"So, now what?" Simon asked.

"We wait," Potter replied, leading Simon into a living area with dusty furniture and an ancient fireplace. "See what happens."

Simon nodded and glanced out the window. The sun was gone and it dark out. "The last couple times this happened, I was staring right at the moon. Do you think it won't happen if I don't look at the moon at all?" he asked, dropping his back in front of a two seat sofa.

Potter pointed his wand at the fireplace and lit it. "I don't know," he said, and then turned to Simon. "But we'll see, won't we." Simon nodded and walked over by the fire to get warm.

A couple of hours later, Simon was sitting in front of the fire trying to get some work done while Potter was sitting on a chair with his feet up on a small table dozing on and off. Simon finished his potions essay, rolled it up, and placed it in his bag when he heard a clinking sound. He turned towards Potter to see he had fallen asleep, but when he turned back around, on the table in front of him was dinner for two people or more. Simon yawned and stretched, standing to his feet. He only took a step when something violently popped in his ribs.

Simon let out a painful hiss and grabbed his abdomen. "Ow," he gasped. He took another step and again his ribs popped as if they were moving or growing. Simon stopped, and slowly stood up straight, lifting his shirt to look at his ribs. He could see them, red, moving, and he could feel them changing. "Potter," Simon growled out, dropping his shirt, and turned around. "Potter," he repeated as he stepped forward only to fall to his hands and knees. He growled in pain as he watched his hands change into claws. He could feel his teeth and hair growing. "POTTER!" Simon snarled out loudly.

Potter jerked awake, pulling out his wand, but stopped when he saw Simon on the ground changing. "Simon!" he gasped, stepping forward.

"Don't!" Simon groaned out, looking up at Potter, showing his piercing and glowing blue eyes. Potter nodded and stood right where he was. "Get…outta…here…" Simon stammered out.

"Don't worry, Simon," Potter replied. "I'm not going anywhere. I can handle myself. And I'm here to help."

"Help…what," Simon asked, standing up on his knees and holding his stomach that was burning in pain.

"To help you control this," Potter answered, kneeling down but keeping his wand in his hand.

"H…how?"

"Think, Simon," Potter said. "Think of your friends, here at Hogwarts and at home."

Simon nodded and began to think of Hugo and Alice, and the fun times they had here at Hogwarts. He remembered most of it, but for some reason, not all of it. And then that last full moon came to mind where he attacked Longbottom and Gabriel. He heard a growl, but he didn't know where it came from. And then other things came to his mind. That day in Knockturn Alley where the man with the yellow eyes knocked him to the ground, a large black werewolf with yellow eyes, and then a small black stone slowly spinning in the air, and then blackness.

It was dark, nighttime, with a large full moon. Three men, no three brothers, were walking through a forest. Soon, they exited the forest and soon stood outside ruins of what looked to be a Greek like temple. The three brethren entered the ruins, their wands at the ready. Soon, they stood at the center of the ruins, back to back. Waiting to face the thing that no other wizard or witch was brave enough to face. There was a howl and then a menacing growl. The three brothers turned towards the shadows, they couldn't see it, but they could see its blood red eyes. At once, the three brothers raised their wands and all shouted at once – "Avada Kedavra!" And the ruins were lit up with great green light.

Simon fluttered his eyes open and slowly stood up. His head was pounding a bit, as if he had been hit in the head by a frying pan. He shook his head a little and looked around. He was still in the shrieking shack's living area, but he was lying on the hard wood floors. He moved only to find his hands and feet were shackled. He stood up and at once, the shackles magically disappeared. He looked up to see Potter pointing his wand at him. His face was calm and blank, but his sweater was torn a little and one of his sleeves was rolled up because his left arm was bandaged.

"Did…did I do that?" Simon frighteningly asked, pointing at Potter.

Potter looked down at his arm and smiled a little. "Not necessarily," he said, and then turned back to Simon. "I just jumped out of the way and crashed into a table, scratching my arm. Nothing too bad," he reassured.

"What happened?" Simon asked, glancing out the window where he saw that it was morning.

"Well, what's the last thing you remember?" Potter asked, stepping forward.

Simon thought back. "Er, you were trying to help me take control and told me to think of my friends," he answered. "But then I started thinking about that night when I attacked Professor Longbottom and Gabriel, and then that day back in Knockturn Alley where a man with yellow eyes ran me over –"

"A man with yellow eyes?" Potter immediately interrupted. Simon nodded, curiously looking back at the Auror. "Sorry, please continue."

"That's it," Simon replied, negating to tell him about the black stone or the strange dream with green light. "Your turn."

Potter nodded. "Well, after I told you to think about your friends," he started. "You looked deep in thought, but then your eyes changed. They were blue, but then the pupils dilated and your eyes turned yellow. And I think I have something on that. Anyways, once your eyes changed, you growled at me and jumped at me. That's where I jumped away and hurt my arm. You jumped at me again but I sent you back into the wall with my wand, which knocked you unconscious, and then shackled you, and now, here we are."

Simon nodded when he remembered something. "You said you had something on my eyes changing color," he said.

"Ah, yes," Potter said with a nod. "Once your eyes changed to yellow, you were uncontrollable, but while they were blue, you listened and you were in control. That can tell us if you're you or not."

"So, then I am a werewolf?" Simon asked looking disappointed.

Potter gave a shrug. "You do have some werewolf-like qualities," he answered. "But you never fully turned, which is something I've never heard of."

"Do you think it's something new?" Simon asked.

"It could be," Potter replied with a nod. "Or it could be something old."

Over the next half hour, Potter led Simon back out of the Shrieking Shack and back inside the Hogwarts Castle. Potter only led the first year to the Entrance Hall and stopped.

"Well, this is where I leave you. I'm sure you know the way back to your common room," Potter said, turning to Simon. "I have to be at the Auror Offices in a couple of hours." Simon nodded, shrugging his bag over his shoulder. "Oh, and the Christmas Holidays are coming up, and the Weasleys have invited you over for the break, if you want to spend the Holidays there, or here, or back in the Orphanage. Your choice."

"Yes, I'd like to spend the Holidays with the Weasleys," Simon said with a nod.

Potter nodded. "Okay, and another thing," he began. Simon looked back curiously. "Does anyone else know about your…well…your curse?"

"Just Hugo and Gabriel," Simon answered.

"And how do they feel about it?"

"Hugo is supportive and wants to help out, and he's not afraid," Simon began to answer. "But Gabriel is frightened of me. He hasn't spoken to me since that day he visited me in the Hospital Wing. He's always trying to avoid me whenever he sees me in the hallways. And it makes me feel horrible and ashamed. And it makes me think. That I can't just let anyone see me like that. They'll be afraid of me and think of me as a monster."

Potter nodded. "I understand," he said, looking directly in Simon's eyes.

"Do you?" Simon replied, getting a little angry as things flashed in his mind. Potter solemnly looked down at Simon and slowly shook his head. "I'll see you later Mr. Potter, I have to go get ready for breakfast." Potter gave a nod and watched Simon leave up the stairs. It was time for him to visit an old friend in Azkaban. He turned around and walked back onto the grounds of Hogwarts, making his way all the way down to the front gates. Once Potter was out of the gates, he turned and Disapparated, appearing in the Ministry of Magic. He strolled over to the lifts taking him up to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement level. Minutes later, he was quickly walking through the Auror offices. Some Aurors were already there and working hard on cases they've been assigned too.

"Murdock, McIntyre, come with me!" Potter shouted as he strolled into his office. Two men stood up from their cubicles, both wearing Auror robes. Murdock was a tall dark skinned, muscular man. He had very short dark hair with brown eyes and a strong jaw. McIntyre was a short and skinny man with peach skin, wavy blonde hair, and green eyes. He had a handsome face always covered in a five o'clock shadow.

The two men left their cubicles and entered Potter's office, glancing at one another curiously, stopping at Potter's desk. Potter was at it, rummaging through the papers at his desk. "Yes sir?" Murdock said.

Potter looked up at the two men. "McIntyre, I need you to get me an appointment with an Unspeakable," he said. "Preferably an older gent who knows his way around the Department of Mysteries."

"Yes sir," McIntyre said and then left Potter's office.

Potter turned to Murdock. "And you are coming with me," he said, standing to his feet and grabbing the file he had been looking for, and then began to leave his office.

"Where are we going?" Murdock asked, following his superior.

"Azkaban," Potter answered, handing the file to Murdock who took it and read it.

"Rolf Lycaneer?" Murdock murmured. "We're going to visit him?" he asked. Potter nodded. "Why? Do you think he has some leads on Shade and his team of Werewolves?"

"Something like that," Potter said, leading Murdock to the lifts, entering them a minute later.

"What do you think he knows?" Murdock asked as the lifts began to move.

"I think he knows Shade's plan with placing a werewolf in the staff of Hogwarts," Potter quietly answered.

"What!?" Murdock shouted. Potter glared at the Auror for being loud. "Sorry," he said. "But are you sure?"

Potter nodded. "Yes," he said. "Neville and Nigel reported to me that someone is stealing Padma's potion ingredients and making Wolfsbane Potion. And don't forget about Firenze's warning of seeing werewolves inside the Forbidden Forest."

"Do we have suspects?" Murdock asked as the lifts came to a stop to the Ministry's Base Level. The two Aurors left the lifts and began making their way over to the rows of fireplaces where ministry employees went in and out.

"Just one for right now," Potter answered. "Xander Simmons."

"The new Transfiguration Professor?" Murdock said. Potter nodded as the two stopped at the end of the row and tossed in some floo powder while saying Azkaban and entered the green fiery flames. The two exited in a dark grey stone atrium. It was nearly empty, still cold, but not as cold when the dementors guarded the place. The atrium was decorated in nothing but grey stone walls and floor. The walls were lined with lettered doors leading to different parts of Azkaban. In the middle of the small atrium sat a desk where a lone guard sat, leaning back in his chair, asleep.

"What do we know about this Simmons guy?" Murdock answered as he and Potter walked up to the desk.

"Only that he was from Wales, half-blood, and went to Beauxbatons," Potter answered as they stopped in front of the desk and looked down at the sleeping man. "Excuse me," Potter said loud enough for the guard to hear, but he didn't awake.

"Oi, you bleeding guard; stop sleeping on the job you blithering idiot," Murdock snarled out loud. The Azkaban guard nearly jumped out of his seat, alarmingly, looking around to see who was yelling at him.

"Oh, Head Auror Potter," The guard said as he stood up and wiped the drool off of his chin. He was short, with a small beer gut, dark hair and brown eyes. "Auror Murdock. I just closed my eyes for a moment. I…"

"Can it, Robbins," Murdock said, placing the file he had on the desk. "We're here to see Prisoner 445982."

"Do you have an appointment?" Robbins stupidly asked.

"The Head Auror doesn't need an appointment you bleeding wraith," Murdock growled. "We're here on emergency Auror business."

"Oh, sorry, sorry," Robbins said, looking away embarrassingly.

"Quite alright, Robbins," Potter said. "Just need to speak to Rolf Lycaneer."

"The werewolf?" Robbins asked. Potter nodded and Robbins began to look at a clipboard he had on his desk. "Alright, he'll be in the W wing. Head to the W wing interrogating room and the guards will bring him too you. Actually good timing to talk to him."

"Why's that?" Murdock asked.

"Last night was a full moon," Robbins said. "He'll be a little weak and easier to handle." Murdock nodded to him and walked over the W labeled door with Potter. Robbins waved his wand and the door opened up. Potter and Murdock walked inside, walking through a hallway and then made their way towards the wing's interrogation room. The room was as big as a bedroom with a table and a few chairs in the center. There was also a small window looking out into the seas. Potter walked over to the window and looked out while Murdock took a seat where he lit a cigar.

Minutes later, two guards forcibly led in a man dressed in prisoner clothes with his hands shackled, and pushed him into the seat. The two guards then left the room, standing guard at the door. The man was pale and hollow, with dark rings under his grey eyes. He had short raven colored hair and a few scars across his face. He looked up to see his visitors.

"Murdock," Rolf sneered, tiringly leaning back in his chair. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"I think you know," Murdock replied, crossing his arms.

"I already told you," Rolf began. "I don't know what Shade and his pups are up to. They abandoned me, left me for dead, and I could care less what they do."

Murdock slapped his hand on the table. "Oh come on, Rolf," he said incredulously. "We know all about the werewolf spy Shade has up in Hogwarts."

Rolf raised an eyebrow in interest. "Really?" he said leaning forward. "So old Shade is going through with it?"

"Through with what?" Murdock asked.

"Tell me, Murdock," Rolf said, leaning back. "Have you ever heard of the Tale of the Three Brothers?" Potter slightly turned his head.

Murdock nodded. "Yeah, it's a dumb children's tale," he answered.

"It may be a dumb children's tale," Rolf started. "But it's also a real legend."

"What does this story have to do what Shade is up too?"

"Shade is looking for one of the items in the story," Rolf answered, and then leaned forward. "He's looking for the Resurrection Stone."

"The what?" Murdock cluelessly said.

"The Resurrection Stone was lost in the last war," Potter finally spoke up. Murdock snapped to look at his superior, confusion plastered on his face.

"You would know wouldn't you Potter," Rolf said with a smirk. "You're the one who lost it."

Potter turned to face Rolf. "What does Shade want with the stone?" he asked.

Rolf shrugged. "I never knew," he answered. "I wasn't in his inner circle. Just know who lost it and where."

"Do you have an idea?" he asked, walking up to the table.

"To see his dead wife?" Rolf said with a shrug. "Or to see his baby boy he murdered, I don't know Potter."

"You don't know?" Murdock said. Potter shot him a glance.

"Know what?" Rolf said, looking in between Potter and Murdock, easily making the connection. "I'll be damned. He's alive isn't he? Shade's boy is alive." Potter and Murdock didn't say anything but looked back at Rolf who chuckled. "He's what, eleven by now. Probably at Hogwarts. Shade is in for a surprise."

"I always wondered why Shade tried to have his son murdered," Murdock said.

Rolf smirked and looked at Potter. "Why don't you ask your Head Auror," he suggested. "He knows why." Murdock glanced at Potter who was glaring down at Rolf.

"Murdock, give us a few minutes," Potter ordered. Murdock nodded, standing up and leaving the room. Potter took his seat and stared down at Rolf.

"There's another reason why you're here," Rolf stated.

Potter nodded. "I was going to beat around the bush, but since you figured out Shade's son is alive, I'll ask you straight," he said. Rolf looked at him curiously. "Simon, Shade's son, he's sort of like his father."

"Meaning?"

"He's turned."

Rolf raised an eyebrow. "Who was he bitten by?" he asked.

"No one," Potter answered. Rolf looked flabbergasted. "Shade isn't a normal kind of werewolf is he?"

Rolf looked up at Potter and shook his head. "Shade is a whole different kind of werewolf," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he doesn't need Wolfsbane potion to control himself," Rolf answered. "He can keep himself from changing under a full moon nor does he need a full moon to turn. Shade is a Lycan, and a dangerous one at that."

"So it's possible that's what his son is?" Potter asked. Rolf nodded. "Is this Lycan something new?"

"Something old," Rolf corrected. "More like ancient really."

"But how did Shade pick this up?"

"He used to travel the world a lot," Rolf said. "Must have picked it up somewhere." Potter nodded and stood to his feet. He began making his way towards the door. "So, if his son is turning, it must mean the prophecy's true." Potter stopped just as his hand touched the doorknob. He turned his head slightly to get a glimpse of Rolf, and without a word, he turn back towards the door and left.

The days dragged by and the semester was over; time to go home for the holidays. Simon was a little excited as he was invited to the stay over with the Weasleys. He did reveal to Hugo everything that happened back at the Shrieking Shack including the strange dream which Hugo told him that it was probably just a regular dream meaning nothing at all. Alice was still in the dark about him being a werewolf and he was afraid to tell her the truth. He didn't want to lose her friendship. As for Simmons and Banter, well, Hugo and Alice revealed them both drinking from flasks that full moon night, and how they both lost the professors when secretly trailing them.

But now, Simon was sitting on the train compartments with is new two best friends; Alice Longbottom, and Hugo Weasley. He had made many friends coming to this new school. His dorm mates; Raphael and Joey, who became best friends themselves, were pretty cool to him. The girls, Jasmine and Lori were okay, and Penny wasn't very social but she did help Simon with Potions sometimes. He was part of a team, something he never had before. He did try to play Footy once with the other orphans, but no one ever passed him the ball. Almost everything was great, the magic, the professors, the enormous castle, and the adventures. The only thing Simon didn't like was his curse, as a werewolf and with the visions. He hadn't gotten any since he ran into Professor Banter, just weird dreams.

The whole train ride was spent having fun, playing games, sharing stories, doing magic, and eating sugary treats, but soon it was over when the Train came to a stop at platform 9 and 3/4. Simon and his friends exited the train with their things. After saying goodbye to Alice who left with her older brother, Simon followed Hugo who led him over to a woman with brown curly hair and brown eyes. Hugo went up to her and hugged her.

"Mum," he said.

"Hugo," she greeted, hugging him back. "Did you have a good term?"

"Yes," Hugo answered, releasing his mother. "Mum, this is Simon – "

"Ares," Hugo's mum finished, and then held out her hand. Simon reached up and shook it. "It's nice to meet you Simon. I'm Hugo's mother, Hermione Granger-Weasley."

"Nice to meet you too," Simon replied politely with a smile.

"Alright, let's go," Hugo said.

"Not yet, Hugo," Mrs. Granger-Weasley said. "We have to wait for your sister, remember? Or did you forget you had one?" Hugo shook his head.

"Right," he said, and a minute later, Hugo's sister, Rose, appeared with her things. She walked up to her mother and hugged her.

"Hi mum," she said.

"Hello sweetie," Mrs. Granger-Weasley replied. "Well, we're all here so we can go. Come on." The kids placed their trunks and pets on trolleys and followed Hugo's mother through the barrier, through King's Cross station, and out to the parking lots to an ordinary four door car. Mrs. Granger-Weasley opened the trunk of the car and help place the trunks inside. Simon was surprised the three trunks fit inside the trunk. He didn't think they would, but they did, and he figured the trunk was magically bigger on the inside.

Soon, everyone was in the car, and Mrs. Granger-Weasley drove the hours out of London and into Godric's Hollow. Simon looked around seeing that nothing had really changed that much in the village, though it did seem like ages since he had been back in his home town. A few minutes later, Mrs. Granger-Weasley stopped at her home.

"Here," she said, as everyone then exited the car, and moved to the boot of the car to retrieve their trunks, and entered the home of the Weasleys. Hugo led Simon up to his room on the second floor, to drop his things off, and then took Simon to the guest room, next to his. The Guest room was an ordinary room with a nice twin bed, a small cupboard, and an ordinary desk.

"It's not much," Hugo said, placing Simon's owl on the desk.

"I think it's great," Simon said, placing his trunk on the bed. "So, now what?" he asked.

"How about chess?" Hugo suggested with a smile.

"Only if you let me cheat," Simon replied. Hugo chuckled and led Simon downstairs and into the den where the two continued to play Wizard's chess.

It was a few hours later when the sun had already gone down; Simon, Hugo, and even Rose was sitting around the fire drinking some tea and discussing school topics. Simon agreed with Hugo on Defense being the best class when he saw the book Rose was reading.

"Tales of Beetle and the Bard?" Simon read, squinting at the book title. "What's that about?"

"Just a collection of fairy tale stories," Rose answered without looking at Simon.

"You mean like Peter Pan and Snow White?" Simon said.

"Sort of, but more magical," Hugo exclaimed.

"Really?" Simon sighed. "Can I hear one?" he asked Rose.

"Sure," Rose said, flipping through the book. "Which one would you like to hear?"

"How bout the Tale of the Three brothers?" Hugo suggested. "That one's my favorite."

"I asked Simon, not you," Rose replied, deflating Hugo's excitement.

"Sure, I'll hear that one," Simon said, reigniting Hugo's excitement.

"Alright," Rose said, turning to the short story in the book, and then began to read:

"There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river, too deep to wade through, and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands, and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it, when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure, and it was Death. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for being clever enough to evade him.

"So, the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. A wand that must always win battles for its owner. A wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death. So, Death had crossed to an Elder Tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that had hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

"Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So, Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

"Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

"In due course, the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother travelled for a week or more, and, reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard, with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted of the powerful wand which he had snatched from Death himself and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay wine-sodden upon his bed. The thief took the wand, and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat. And so, Death took the first brother for his own.

"Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here, he took out the stone which had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as though by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there, and suffered. Finally, the second brother, driven mad by hopeless longing, killed himself, so as to truly join her. And so, Death took the second brother for his own.

"But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility, and gave it to his son. And then, he greeted Death as an old friend, went with him gladly, and, as equals, they departed this life."

"Brilliant, as always," Hugo commented once Rose was finished with the story. "What did you think of it, Simon?" But Simon was lost in thought. For he was thinking about the second brother and the item he had chosen. A stone that could bring back the dead.

"Rose," Simon called. "What are the name of the three items?"

"The Elder Wand, The Invisibility Cloak," she began to answer. "And the Resurrection Stone."

Of course, it was that simple. "And is this a true story?" Simon asked. "Do the items from the story really exist?"

Rose sat up straight and looked right at Simon with a curious expression, as if she knew something but couldn't tell him. "Why the interest?" she asked.

"Just curious," Simon easily replied, glancing at Hugo who was staring right at him.

Rose stared at him for a few more moments and then answered, "No, they don't exist," she answered, and then stood to her feet. "It's getting late, you two should get to bed." And then she left the two boy by themselves.

"What is it?" Hugo asked. "Do you think the Resurrection Stone from your vision and the story are one in the same?"

Simon shrugged. "I can't be known for sure," he replied. "But it's the only clue we have so far."

"So what are we going to do?" Hugo asked.

"We're going to find out if the Resurrection Stone really is real."

"How?"

"We're going to interrogate your sister."

"Why?"

"Because I think she knows something more about the items in the story."

A/N: There you have it. Chapter 10. Wooo. Yeah, So Simon is Shade's son and Simon happens to be an uncontrollable Lycan. Will he ever be able to control his lycan urges? What is the prophecy? Who is this Lycaneer fella? And why did Potter want an unspeakable? Find out next time in the next episode of Simon Ares and The Resurrection Stone! Please read and review. I don't own that Tale of the Three Brothers. JK Does.