They all sat frozen imagining.

Not Narcissa remember Lucius telling us about seeing the Pixies?" She pointed at her head. The adults laughed, no longer worrying now they remembered, "Lucius said that they looked like the Pixies in the book with giant fly swatters," and the children all shook their heads affirmatively.

No, that wasn't all, it was the next statement.l

"Daddy, remember the poor old man that was playing the grown up games wiv you today?"

Grant was lost for a second, but Narcissa realized, "She means our meeting this morning. The children want play clothes just like ours, right?"

"No, not that, anodder."

"Yes darling, I do remember the gentleman, and calling him an old man is not too nice. "

"Ok the man with the monster eye. I want to fix all his ouchies. I think they used to hurt a lot, but I made some of hurt go away. Please daddy, I'm asking for permission, and I am nice, you said when good girls ask nicely, daddies and mommies will listen." Hermione and the three boys seemed to be trying to discern the merits of asking for permission, and all of them stared at Grant.

Without a fast answer forthcoming, Draco joined the begging and ran to his daddy who was sitting playing with Mommy, his mind full of their earlier 'games,' and, thus, not paying much attention, "Daddy, If you let me be a healer pixie, we don't play Doors." He stood in front of his parents, with his arms crossed in front of him, and a Malfoy smirk plastered on his face.

Lucius couldn't believe the little opportunist; offering to behave in exchange for permission to do something already forbidden, his headache was back. He needed more of his wife, now. Curing his ouchies no way; although, they would probably do it behind their backs.

Narcissa looked alarmed, what was she thinking when she married Lucius? Draco was just like him and already trying to control them through clear manipulation. The little negotiator, or better he was a tiny Malfoy, complete with the smirk and always getting his way.

The three boys and Hermione were not a perfect fit, but they worked nevertheless. They still needed to do a lot of growing up. They all decided that was better to ignore it, for now.

"Mimi, I will think about it, and let you know, okay sweet pixie?" Grant told her and kissed her.

Harry move forward, "I tolds them we should ask, thank you Daddy." And climbed up his daddy's leg. Grant picked up his boy while he wondered if they were assuming that, it was a done deal.

It wasn't a no, so maybe it was ye, they liked the answer, for now. As for the adults, they couldn't way wanted to be gone. They decided tomorrow early was better.

"I am glad that we are all going. I think that we should avoid detection traveling in the modified Muggle car. After today, leaving for some months would be a good idea. By the way, I have never trusted Dumbledore, too much of a good wizard, nobody is that good." Rabastan told Sirius.

However, Sirius wasn't listening; his mother had put a damper on his plans. The idea of her coming made him uneasy. Severus would become but a dream, but, hmm, she seemed so happy, and her gift was a good one to have. He was conflicted to say the least, and his 'new mother' reminded him of better times. He sighed, maybe it would all work out.

The next words from Hermione had them wondering if she saw the past, and why at that moment. She moved next to the ashes, "The bad witch threw Mommy Cissy's book into the fire, a present from Uncle Rod, hmm."

Narcissa knew exactly what she'd said. She remembered the day Bella burnt the Lestrange brothers' present. Bella had been jealous.

"The bad witch is nasty." She shivered.

The Lestrange brothers were cold and afraid, no, no more Bella. Was she coming?

"Bella," Lucius said without thinking.

"Yes, Bella wanted you to cry and did somfing." She looked at Narcissa, looking a little sad

Narcissa knew but said nothing and just bent to hug the Pixie. Bless her, the something was the jealousy, but how and why now? Maybe something had made it start working, who knew why; but it had been Bella. It was good to know.

"Mommy Cissy, you had have the ouchie from her," she narrowed her eyes, " here," Hermione touched Narcissa's arm.

Hermione opened her hand, she held a small rock. Everyone smelled the foul stench.

Sirius was the first to see and pulled out his wand.

"Darling throw it," he looked at Hermione who was already saying, "Gross."

On the floor, they saw a green worm getting larger. Next second, it was 'jumping' back into Narcissa, by now a fat, long worm but Hermione was fast, she moved her hand down, and her magic kept it on the floor as it grew larger. Sirius burnt it into ashes. Right away, Narcissa felt as if a weight had been lifted. The stench of charred flesh remained for a while,

"What was that?" Lucius asked.

Narcissa's shook her head, she mouthed to Lucius, "Later."

Frankie said, "The bad witch puts the worm there, afore." He pointed to Narcissa.

They all looked at each other. Bella's name hung in the air. She was still out there. "What will we do? I won't give up Kelly," Rabastan communicated with his brother. "I won't either. We will hide if she gets out." Rabastan reached for his brother's hand and squeezed it. They hoped for the best.

Remus had something to say that couldn't wait, as soon as the children were out he said, "Have you realized that the Pixies brought a very large dog with them? I mean thru the 'door?' We should test it later, but think, it might be a way to rescue your father Lady Granger."

"It is a possibility, I thought about it, but they saw Albus. It could be dangerous." Lucius added.

Grant's mother allowed herself to hope, she had so many hopes, but all had been wrong. She still dreamed her siblings were alive, but that couldn't be she saw them getting shot. Hope never hur and maybe soon, she would have her father; she hoped that he had changed.

The Wolves-

That same Thursday afternoon, Fenrir was hunting with his pack in a large estate near their new home. The land had been in his family for years and there was plentiful game, it had been stocked for many years, but hunting in others' properties, and even stealing eggs, was always entertaining and a bit thrilling.

They were chasing rabbits when Fenrir halted his pack; he listened carefully could hear the voice of young children. Hmm, maybe a boon, they needed new blood for their dwindling pack. He sniffed the air once and once again, and shook his body. It was not possible; the scent in the air was the one from a young Greyback. He tried once more, and now, he was sure, and he also detected that there was more than one child, how could that be?

His memories flooded him—He was practically the last of his people who was left. His sister and all her cubs had been killed by the Light. Now he wondered, had they used silver weapons on his sister and the cubs? On his grief he hadn't asked. Oh dear, if so, what happened to them?

Yes, all his blood kin had died when the Traitor had betrayed them. He was glad that the traitor was also dead. Or was he the Traitor? He no longer was so sure. Many had said that the traitor didn't recognize any of them, and that he was dressed different. If not him who?

He was convinced that was the last Greyback, practically the last since his pa had gone into the deep sleep, overcome by grief. There would never be another young Greyback to be slaughtered by the next maniac. That was the reason he never had cubs.

Now, he didn't know anything about his mother's family; he wasn't sure why, but it had been a close hold secret. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any records in the ruins of the family's old castle, mostly because he had never searched with care, one day he would and really look. He had not even gone for the hidden vaults, why? Riches held no appeal. Besides the other families would know he was alive and would want him to take charge. No that was past.

She hadn't been like him, his mother had been made and had been a witch, and that was why he inherited both his father and her powers, and he could do magic as well, but few knew his secret, and he wanted to keep it that way. Maybe those kids were related to his mother, but she hadn't been a wolf in her former life, he knew that much. He also knew that his mother lived in fear of her family finding her, she didn't trust them.

Many years before he was born, Tanus remembered following his dad and the king, Fenrir's pa. Tanus was a cub at that time. He seen the King go into the Muggle lands. He hadn't been able to find out exactly where; but Tanus said that the king kept going there regularly. Maybe maybe he was on to something.

He saw the day when Fenrir's mother was made. He saw where. He needed to post wolves in place.

The giant silver wolf went ahead, and left the other ones waiting, and what he saw had his head spinning, not one, but three of his kin, not possible. Not only possible, but a moment thereafter, he saw the blond young woman walking towards them as the little girl was walking in his direction.

He just couldn't believe his eyes, the young woman was his sister's look alike, except for the curlier hair and overall coloring, what was happening? Then, he heard her voice, "Missy, you are walking too far, you know the rules, if you don't obey, I will put you in the harness." It even sounded like her, he felt ill. Her voice was soft, rich and melodic; this was too much.

He couldn't breathe like when he found his dead mother shot with silver bullets. She was already very ill, and couldn't hide. Yes, she had died during the raid.

One of their Irish hounds caught the predators' scent and growled in alarm, alerting the other dogs, and the small pack of domesticated canines followed him. At this, Fenrir ran away with his pack, he needed time to clear his head, this couldn't be right. He would come back alone as a human and would investigate. His heart felt too large for his chest. He didn't think it possible, besides that was a Muggle's estate. How, how?

The idea that he had a family, that by some miracle his sister's child or children had survived, filled him with hope. Was his sister alive? But why here in England? They were not here when they had been attacked. He needed answers. Tomorrow, he thought. And he ran back home with his pack; life had thrown him a curve ball, and he didn't even play baseball.

The Pixie Mark

"Maggie, darling," Hermione's grandfather was calling his wife with. alarm tingeing his voice,"What is this here, above my heart, it was glowing faintly, wait it is still glowing, see?"

She ran to her husband's side, and her frown changed into laughter when she was able to see what he was pointing at with a concerned face.

She saw a poorly a tiny banner in bright red letters, which read 'Healer Pixies.' The banner was inside a crooked heart, with 4 tiny stick figures holding something which emitted a faint glow. The somethings looked like fly swatters. When she touched it, a feeling of well-being spread all over him, and she heard his surprised reaction inside her head. When she told him, they were both equally amazed. They needed to share this event with everyone.

The Lestrange were dressing when they saw it, and both laughed when they touched the marks. His parents felt their sons and knew they were well. The happiness and well-being erased some of their fear of Bella. Kelly woke up in the middle of the night and smiled remembering the last night with her bonded ones.

Bella who was sleeping with a guard in a modified plush room, felt a bug bite. She growled and scratched it. She was allergic to goodness, it gave her a rash.

Meanwhile, Sirius had just made a discovery of his own, he had just showered and was in front of the mirror, and to his dismay he saw a glowing light painted on his chest above his heart. He was afraid to look closer, but he did.

And what he saw was a tattoo, but no like his others. He read the tiny, poorly written letters, 'Healer Pixies,' inside a misshapen heart. He laughed; it was the children's work. He touched it gingerly, and, at once, a rush of well being coursed his body; and he could sense the children's happy presence, and all his friends' love. He would ask the children later, but for now he had his mark.

Maddy had just gone to bed in her apartment at the other side of pond, and all of a sudden, she felt a rush of desire for a wizard that she hadn't want to care for, but she knew that before a year they would be married. Severus was greeting his students, when he had a rush of happiness flooding him, and thought of Maddy and Sirius both. Bill Weasley who attended his Potions class, elbowed his neighbor at the sight of the feared basement bat, smiling

Outside the Granger Manor's main door, there was a flurry of activity. Everyone was getting ready to go in a long trip. The travelers, some strangely attired in long capes and unusual hats, and some very short ones, probably tiny people, moved around in preparation to take their place in the cars; suitcases and other items waited to be loaded in one of the cars.

A mix of normal Muggle cars and others magically modified were being loaded. The children were running around all excited, giggling and mostly disobeying, just being their age. Once the families were finally loaded, with the elves, dogs, and other menagerie, they started to drive out, and the security guards opened the front gates.

Fenrir was walking towards the main entrance as the last car left. He was too late, but he had time to glance at one of the faces in a window, and he thought to have seen Wallburga Black. What was going on, and how long were they going to be gone? Was he wrong, wasn't this a Muggle home?

As he approached the house he heard voices coming from the bushes. There were Muggles, two men and a woman.

"We came too late. I think they all left. There were many in their group, probably all devils; did you see the clothes some wore? We need to find out where they went. I want that little girl, the demon child, and prove to the constable that she is evil, those children must be put away for good; they are ungodly, too bad that witch burning is no longer allowed." The wicked Muggle said.

Her voice irritate him. Moreover, the way she talked about the children, rubbed him the wrong way; had she said burning them? It just didn't sit well with him. Fenrir had made the connection; the children might be magical, and they could be related to him. He would be dammed if he would allow any harm to come to another Greyback; he turned into a wolf behind a column and approached the wretched people.

Rose was the first to see the large animal, and she screamed, alerting he guards at the entrance upon hearing the scream. Two of them came out right away with the dogs, and Fenrir had to run away from them. It was good that the woman was scared, so he converted back into a human and walked towards the group.

He listened while the human guard told the other one: "Yes, this is woman that we needed to look for. Call the constable, while I keep an eye on them. They need to be put away this time, we need to alert the boss when he calls."

"Any trouble there sir, can I be of any help?" and minutes later he had acquired lots of information that gave him hope.

Rose's days would be counted if his assumptions were right. For now, he knew her name, and where she would be taken.

He would wait until the family came; he was patient. But the ugly Muggle and any of her associates wouldn't like what was coming their way, and with them, he wouldn't have any patience.

He turned around and left, but not before he caught a whiff of a wolf's scent, faint yet familiar, but he couldn't figure out whose it was. He had time. For now, he would find out all he could about the Muggles, and tomorrow he would start planning a trip to the continent, to visit the place where his sister had died. It was time to seek answers.

End of Part I

I hope you are all wondering what is going on. I am excited about the story… And I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas. Thanks again to those who write reviews. I will keep the story going as long as the interest stays on. The V1 is half way a T version. The two versions are the same, but for some of the content.

So now you know, it seems the Grangers are related to Fenrir. And a note for the old readers, the story line has changed considerably.