Disclaimer- While the plot is mine, the characters are not… I'm just playing with them.

A/N- Thank you, Crapounette, for correcting my poor attempt at French… hehe

Here's chapter three- along with the much awaited notes on hellhounds (at the end)…

i

i

i

Chapter 3

Ron groaned as he sank into his normal spot at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for lunch. He had just spent every free moment with his nose in a book trying to appease Hermione's obsessive hunt for knowledge on anything and everything even remotely fairy related which had began shortly after spying that strange blue stone of Harry's a month ago. The youngest Weasley son had vocally drawn the line at missing meals when Hermione suggested missing breakfast that first evening back at Hogwarts to search the library for information so was not surprised when she sat down next to him with her nose already in a book on Merlin knows what, already to leave. As he already helped her go through every book in the Grimmauld Place library, Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, and the dozen or so Muggles books that Hermione had owled her parents for, he began dreading their first visit to Hogsmeade as she was already talking about visiting Tomes and Scholls for even more books. The only thing Ron had learned (other than confirming Hermione's apparent insanity) was that Fae in general were confusing.

The Fae seemed to be of multiple types that didn't seem to follow any one shape and could look like a beast or plant for one minute and a person in another, and no one could agree on whether they were a ghost, creature, or something entirely different. The only thing that their research could agree upon was that the Fae were closely associated death and were believed to be the descendants or creations of the Gods of Old, and that the underground Faerie Realms was on a different time frame than either the Wizarding or Muggle Worlds. That meant that mere seconds wherever Harry was could be minutes, hours, days or even years where his loved ones were. The Muggle books of Hermione also associated them with 'moral sin' (whatever that meant), children's bedtime stories, and fiction.

Ron took great pleasure in informing Hermione that those references to the Elder Gods were actually references to the Greater Elementals of Wizard Lore, where they were known best by the half and Muggle bloods as 'magic'. It felt good to finally know something that brainy Hermione Granger did not. His words had created from her yet another search for information, one that he was glad that he didn't need to take any part in.

It wouldn't surprise him to discover that Hermione's newest book was about elementals, magic or both. After the last three weeks, he was actually expecting it to be.

The only reason he didn't protest even more about studying was that it kept him from thinking about how much he missed his best mate. Harry seemed to be the glue that had been keeping both Ron and Hermione from flying apart and had gone to a place where neither of his friends could go or help. The stupid Ministry wouldn't even let them send him a letter. Normally he would have vented his frustrations out on his slimy Slytherin peers, those Death Eaters-in-training in particular, but all it took was a look at the snakes' table to halt that train of thought.

Draco Malfoy never arrived at Hogwarts, in fact as far as anyone knew; he was never on the Hogwarts Express either. Those first couple days Ron had been glad that the blond prat was gone figuring that he had probably just transferred to Durmstrang like he wanted, but a couple days ago a furious Lucius Malfoy had arrived demanding to speak with the Headmaster. The red-head didn't think anything of the arrogant man's presence there at the time until yesterday's Daily Prophet came out with an article stating that Draco Malfoy and his mother had been kidnapped and that any clue concerning their whereabouts would be appreciated.

Ron was certain the Malfoy patriarch was just acting. It was a known fact that Lucius Malfoy was the depiction of pure evil, and that their safety was the last thing on his mind. He found it hard enough to feel sympathy for the sorry git caught in the middle yet at the same time he was pleased that someone else would dare to defy an illustrious Malfoy.

But it still left the question of where the two missing Malfoys were at what part they played in. Hermione could probably figure that out if he could ever drag her out of her books.

Malfoy's disappearance and Hermione's constant distraction weren't the only thing to irritate him as he turned his glare on the two newest professors at the Head Table. He never thought that he would ever miss Snape until now. Cincinnatus Morgan, Snape's replacement as Potions Professor, resembled what could describe as a scarecrow with those orange robes, sandy curls and lanky built. Their first day also proved that Morgan not only was as skilled as Neville Longbottom when it came to potion making but was as incompetent as Lockhart as a teacher. The Potions classroom had also been moved out of the Dungeons after the first day of class, creating unheard protests from Hermione and the Slytherins and glee from the rest of Gryffindor. That move was also the reason why there was now a large hole in the fourth and fifth floors where the classroom use to be and why Morgan's students were taking classes in another class on the second floor where they did not nothing but read even more books. As the majority of the Hogwarts students and a good portion of the staff were now terrified of what the imbecile might do next, they were very glad for this new study hall.

Ron was just relieved that no one had been killed in that explosion, although he heard about the nightmares that the first year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs were still experiencing from that day. They were probably put off Potions for life and he couldn't blame them one bit.

Morgan's obvious associate was even worst. The pink toad thing that was their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor (although Hermione insisted that it was a witch) had managed to do the impossible and oust Snape from the position of Most Despised Hogwarts Professor in the history of the school. It wasn't enough that the new Professor was Ministry lackey and badmouthed Harry whenever possible, she also refused to teach them anything and handed out detentions for the slightest offense, even imaginary ones. Those detentions involved a cursed quill that over the last eight days Ron had grown to be quite familiar with, but with the Ministry involved and throwing their weight around, none of the Professors could do anything.

He didn't think it would be much longer now before the Headmaster was removed from office and one Dolores Umbridge declared herself as the headmistress of Hogwarts.

"Mate," Ron whispered, "just where the bloody hell are you?"

cwn

Bill arrived at Grimmauld Place with several bags of Sickles, Knuts and Galleons and proceeded to dropped them on the kitchen table gaining the attention of the members of the Order that were already there.

"Bill?" His father inquired as Moody looked at them both suspiciously. The only other ones in the house were Dumbledore, Sirius and Molly whom were brought by the loud sound. "What is all this?"

"It's as much as I could take on such short notice," Bill sighed, "Gringotts is closing their doors to business first thing tomorrow."

"What?" Molly asked, "Why? For how long?"

Bill sighed and said, "The goblins are subject to the whims of the Sidhe Councils whom have gathered for a meeting. While those councils are in session, all magical businesses are closed."

Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "I don't recall hearing anything about such a meeting. Did they happen to say what it was about?"

"You didn't hear about it because the Wizarding World wasn't invited," Bill told him grimly.

As the Weasley couple gasped in disbelief, Moody demanded, "Don't be stupid, boy. What could they possibly want that doesn't concern us?"

"No one said it didn't," Bill retorts. "Offenders are never invited to those meetings."

"Offenders?" Sirius protested, confused before noticing the angry look of Moody's and grim look of Dumbledore's. "What are you talking about?"

Bill told them, "The Wizarding Community is under violation for repeated breakings of the Inter-Creature Relation treaties, as well as unauthorized suppression of intelligent beings."

Dumbledore sighed and said, "Molly, would you please floo Remus for me. I have a new mission for him."

"Yes, of course, Albus," the Weasley matriarch left.

"You're sending Moony to spy on the Sidhe Council?" Sirius inquired, bewildered.

"No," Dumbledore shook his head, "I wish for him to speak on our behalf at the Council. As a were-wolf, he is able to attend."

"What does it matter?" Moody inquired, irritated, "It's not like they have much impact on us anyhow. Let them have their little gathering. It won't matter in the end."

"You don't seem surprised," Bill noted Dumbledore's slumped form in the chair.

"I have been expecting it ever since the regulations and restrictions on the movements of Dark Creatures started passing recently with such vigor," Dumbledore answered. "I just wasn't expecting them to act so soon. They're usually more patient than this. Something must have happened."

Sirius and Arthur gave one another a concerned look before Arthur asked the question on both of their minds, "Do you think this might have something to do with Harry?"

"With Harry, no," Dumbledore shook his head, saddened by the loss of the boy. "I fear that if this involving any of us, it would be Severus instead."

"Snape?" Sirius protested, outraged, "What does Snivellus have to do with this?" he proceeded to cower after the two Weasleys and Dumbledore glared at him for using the insulting nickname. "Sorry…"

"Like Remus, Severus wasn't fully human," Dumbledore told them then, gaining their complete attention. "He possessed Sidhe blood."

"Then Harry is involved," Bill grimly told them.

"WHAT!?" Sirius bellowed as Arthur looked at his son for answers, "Are you certain?"

"Harry knew where Snape was," Bill told them.

"How do you know that?" Sirius demanded. "My godson wouldn't have anything to do with that- that Death Eater!"

Bill looked at Dumbledore and said softly, "Before he left here after the sentencing, he had in his possession a blue elf-stone that he said belonged to Snape. The stone is also missing."

"Was it glowing when you saw it?" Dumbledore demanded.

"It was," he agreed thoughtfully, missing Dumbledore the sigh of relief. The oath he gave Harry wouldn't allow him to say anything about their conversation, but it didn't include his opinions about it.

"What exactly does that mean?" Moody said, looking back and forth between the red-head and old wizard for clarification. Arthur and Sirius were also looking at the pair for answers. "What the heck is an elf-stone?"

"A rare form of Elf magic," Dumbledore answered. "Harry must have used the stone to track back to its creator. They may even be hiding together as we speak."

"Are you saying that Harry's with the elves now?" Sirius asked, skeptically.

"I thought the terms of Potter's banishment forbid him all contact from the Magical World so what in the world is he doing that for?" Moody said angrily.

"The banishment forbid him all contact with the Wizarding World," Dumbledore said sadly. "It never said anything about the Faerie Realms."

Sirius laughed, delighted, "So our little Prongslet found a loophole?!"

"Or Severus gave him one," Lupin said from the doorway. "Albus, you sent for me?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said and Bill took this as the go ahead to leave them to their conversations.

"What will you do?" A soft voice from the halls drew Bill's attention and he ventured out to find Fleur standing there in the shadows with the resident house-elf.

"You overheard us?" Bill asked of the young French woman he coming to love, "What do you suggest?"

"Oui," Fleur agreed. "'Harry and the Professor are better off in ze homeland. It would be wrong to force 'em to come back."

"You think they would be happier there than here?" Bill asked, curious.

Kreacher answered for her surprising the eldest Weasley son with his manner of speech, "Neither Leigheas or the young Prince belonged in the Mortal World. They should have gone back a long time ago."

"Leigheas? Prince? What do you mean?" Bill asked, confused.

"Harry's of Fae-blood too," Fleur told him. "Didn't you know?"

"Actually, no, I didn't," Bill began to curse. His previous conversation with Harry made a lot more sense now that he knew. "That changes everything. Tell me, can either of you get in touch with Harry or Snape?"

Kreacher snorts in scorn, taking the question as an insult as Fleur answered, "But of course. Why though?"

"I need you to send them a message," Bill said. "Let them know that they are about to get some company."

"You think zey vill force them to leave?" Fleur inquired, concerned.

"I'm not sure what they'll do," Bill admitted, "I do know that the headmaster is planning to send Lupin to negotiate with the Council though and with Harry and Snape both involved, Sirius will also insist on going."

"This is not good," Fleur understood. "He could cause a lot of trouble yes?" The fact that Kreacher never had much faith in his present master was obvious from the way he was cursing the man under his breath. "We will send the message immediately."

"Thank you," Bill said relived, then out of curiosity asked, "You know what sort of Fae Harry is then?"

"Oui," Fleur answered, "He is une ange de la mort, un attrapeur d'âme. Or rather, chien de chasse des Royaumes Abandonnés. I believe in English, you would call him a Dog of Hell, yes?"

Bill knew enough French to know that 'mort' meant 'death' but the rest of that meant nothing to him, at least not until Fleur's final words. Now he had something else to think about as he went on his way.

"What do you think they were talking about?" Sirius asked Lupin from where they stood in the kitchen doorway. The conversation in the kitchen had already turned to other matters.

Lupin had heard the conversation clearly and was stunned by Fleur's revelation. He managed to answer without giving away any of his shock. "Don't worry about it, Padfoot."

"But Moony?" Sirius protested.

Lupin wasn't ready to continue this conversation so he decided to change the subject, "I've been hearing rumors that our stray cub is a canine animagus. I think we might need to find another name for him. Prongslet is no longer going to work, you know."

As he expected, Sirius' face lit up at the knowledge and he promptly began giving suggestions for a new nickname for Harry. Hopefully that would keep his friend quiet long enough for Lupin to have that conversation he intended to have with Harry the next time they met.

cwn

The days following Snape's regaining consciousness were harder on Harry than he would have liked as while his strange dreams had also lessened somewhat since returning the soul-stone to Snape but had not entirely stopped. They just started manifesting in another way as his libido repeatedly reminded him. Snape had noticed this particular distraction of his almost immediately and even found it amusing. After an extremely vivid dream two nights later had the half-asleep Wybir dry-humping his master's leg, neither one of them found quite as funny. Snape even had gone as far as saying if Harry woke him up like that again that he would be gelded, amusing Harry's pack-mates as well as Cneasaigh and Arawn when they heard it. Harry merely shrugged it off as the bound to his asgre asserting itself and returned to his pack mates as he did every morning.

Gwynnwy and the Wybir chief, Taoiseach, had informed him upon arrival that from Lammas to Yule the hellhound packs would merge in Ælwyd for the athletic training and competitions for the adults once the Council meetings began. Training with the hellhound packs' puppies was a bit different from his time in the human schools as the pups were dividing into groups based on purpose rather than age. Harry didn't even think that he saw as much diversity amongst the ranks at Hogwarts but he was told that eight of the world's hellhound packs were already there and the rest would be arriving soon. Harry wasn't sure which part of the world most of the others came from, but they were training like him to be good hunting or guard dogs for the Dark or Blessed Courts though the Ratchets and the Surma would be returning to Heaven or Hell upon completing their training instead.

Before Hogwarts, Harry had learned to control both his human and canine bodies through the House-elves that were frequently in his presence and later through his dreams. It had taken even longer to control the instincts that had come with his new body. During his third year, his Wybir instincts had seen the wolf in Lupin as a threat to his ma- his Severus- which left their one-on-one meetings strained although the instinctive rivalry eased over the last few months. He had not known enough at that point in time to distinguish between a werewolf and a Wizarding animagus but learning that his godfather's animagus form from the start somehow managed to avoid the same problems he had shared with Lupin. Lupin and Sirius might not have noticed their similar reactions to the scion of their friend, but instinctively both Moony and Padfoot had and welcomed it.

But as Fudge and his cronies had banished him from the Wizarding Community and Hogwarts, the chances that he would ever see them again were next to nothing. A small part of Harry wondered if his friends and adopted family knew that he was no longer at the Dursleys and another part was debating that if they did, would they even care.

Osseo, his training partner for this particular relay exercise, still gave him the willies despite his friendly nature. From what Harry understood, his living skeleton companion (called a Xolotl) was native to South America. Still, the Wybir and the crypt dog were keeping in time with the rest of their companions in the relays despite his distractions as a secret part of him wondered just how long the "bone-dog" would survive amongst their mortal canine counterparts. He did find that the Xolotl was no more strange than some of the other hellhound breeds, like than the headless Tchicos or the one-eyed Shucks, that ran the relays nearby. His experience with Fluffy in his first year at Hogwarts made him immune to the presence of the other two and three-headed Argos hounds that ran with them although he was careful around them. Even half-grown, those pups were the size of a small horse or pony.

A grown black greyhound with red ears that Harry recognized as one of the Cŵn Bendith eu Mannau proceeded to appear in front of Harry, forcing him to stop or to run into the older male. Osseo also stopped and looked at them both confused as the Mannau turned his attention to Harry.

"Sir?" Harry weakly inclined, ducking his head in respect. The Mannau tended to be the most vicious of the three Cŵn breeds and Harry had no intention in starting a fight with this one.

"Madra," the Mannau said coldly, "the masters want you in the gorweddfa cellau chan 'r arglwyddi. It's the young Lord-" Harry started cursing, moving towards Snape's bedroom before the Mannau had finished speaking.

Being called to the still very ill iompróir's sickroom now could only mean trouble.

cwn

Narcissa sighed after hearing the house-elf's report from Number Twelve Grimmauld Place where her cousin Sirius Black was presently staying. Naturally she would have to pass the information on to her husband to give to his master, not that she intended to tell him everything.

Lucius didn't need to know about Harry Potter or Severus Snape's descent into the Faerie Realms by virtue of Blood Right or that the Savior of the World was a hellhound. This was not the first thing she withheld information from him but having him discover how much more she knew would be sealing the final nail in her own coffin and she needed her own freedom at the moment.

There were things she needed to do first and Kreacher's prompt arrival gave her the chance to execute one of them.

"You will be the one delivering the Veela girl's message, I take it then," Narcissa asked the house-elf and gained a very enthusiastic head-bob as a reply. "Good. When you leave, I want you to take my dear Dragon with you and leave him with his godfather. I need him to stay safe."

"But, Madam Black, you can't!" Kreacher protested, "You will be punished!"

"I'm counting on it actually," she said smugly, "and soon my husband's associates will discover my part in Severus' escape. I wish to be gone by then."

Kreacher grinned in sudden understanding, "You intend to evoke the 'Lady's Right'?" The Lady's Right was a Fairy Wife's Law that states that any woman of Fae descent that has been struck by any man for any reason has the right to leave and all prior arrangements made before the strike are terminated between the two parties.

"Of course," Narcissa said smoothly, "and if that foolish cousin of mine can gain admittance into the Faerie Realms, then my son should be allowed to as well. The Gwragedd Annwn blood of the Black family has always flowed strongest in its women."

"And in you the most of all," Kreacher agreed. "Only you, my lady, of all the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black bear the blonde hair of your Sidhe ancestor."

"Take my son to Severus," Narcissa commanded.

"At once, my lady," Kreacher nodded then disappeared.

i

i

Translations
Cŵn- dogs (welsh)
Oui- yes (French)
une ange de la mort- angel of death (French)
un attrapeur d'âme- spirit/soul catcher (french)
chien de chasse des Royaumes Abandonnés- shooting hound from the Forsaken Kingdoms (french)
Patefacio- open (Latin)- spell
Dáiríre- serious (gaelic)
Cneasaigh- healer (gaelic)
Primas- chief (welsh)
Osseo- bone (Brazilian Portuguese)
Iompróir- bearer/carrier (gaelic)
Asgre- heart (welsh)
Ælwyd- home (welsh)
Gorweddfa cellau chan 'r arglwyddi- beloved's bed chambers (welsh)

i

Notes
Wild Hunt- The Wild Hunt has been known throughout Britain and Europe as a host of supernatural hunters and hounds enter the Mortal world after supernatural bounty (usually fairy hinds or other animals, damned souls or on occasion even women). A hunt itself can been seen as a omen of death as mortal witnesses are usually doomed to die. Known participants of the Wild Hunt are Charlemagne, King Arthur, the goddess Hecate (and other goddesses of the hunt), Odin, Herne the Huntsman, a company of hags, and even the Devil. Each region also has its own version of the Wild Huntsman, which is usually a ruler of the dead. Storms are usually indication of a hunt in process as the dogs and hunters will ride the storm clouds.
Hellhounds- The general term for any supernatural canine (anywhere the world) that has the job of guarding or herding the souls of the dead. The majority of hellhound sightings originate from England where there are at least 40 known sightings.
The list below is all the hellhounds I found in my research (and not just appear in the story) although there are a couple more not mentioned because they closely resemble the hounds already listed. All the dogs listed below are black in appearance and are the size of a wolf unless stated otherwise:

Akhlut category- wolf spirit origin- Inuit nature- vicious/dangerous description- takes the form of an wolf or orca
Argos (Orthus/Cerberus/Keroberus) category- Chimera/Cerberus origin- Greek nature- description- large multi-headed dog (up to 50 heads- usually 2 or 3) with a lion's mane of live snakes & a dragon's tail that guards the gates of the Hades (afterlife) to prevent escape
Barguest (barghest/bargtjest/bo-guest/bargest) category- demon/shape-shifter/earth spirit origin- English nature- loner/death bringer description- large bear-like black dog with horns, huge teeth & claws, huge fiery saucer eyes, a shaggy coat & dragging clanking chains behind it
Black Shag (Black Shug) category- spirit origin- English nature- benevolent description- fearsome appearing black dog that protects traveling women
Black Shuck (Old Shuck/Scucca/Doom Dog) category- demon/cyclops origin- England/East Anglia/Norfolk, Essex & Suffolk coastlines nature- evil description- large black dog (up to the size of a horse) with malevolent flaming eyes of red or green, sometimes seen as a cyclops or even headless with eyes suspended in front of it
Cadejo category- spirits origin- Mexico/Latin America nature- ying/yan description- a shaggy, large (up to the size of a cow) black dog that can cause madness or death &/or benevolent & helpful white dog with burning red eyes and goat's hooves that appears at night to travelers
Church Grims (grim/kyrkogrim/Kirkogrim) category- shape shifter/ghost origin- English/Yorkshire nature- warning/loner description- black dog that appears at night only at churches & funerals
Cu Síth (Cusíth) category- fairy hound origin- Scotland/Ireland nature- pack beast (wild hunt) description- large dark green dogs with shaggy fur with a long braided or curled tail the size of a cow or large calf feared as harbingers of death that would bear away a person's soul to the afterlife
Dandy Hounds (Dando's hounds/Dandy Dogs) category- ghost/cursed origin- Cornish nature- pack beast (wild hunt) description- black dogs that breathe fire & have terrible cries
Dartmoor Hounds (Wisht Hounds/Wish hounds/Wist Hounds) category- cursed/ghost origin- English nature- pack beast (wild hunt)/evil description- black dog that runs through the sky hunting human souls, said to guard Cabell's grave
Dip category- vampire/demon origin- Catalan/Spain nature- evil description- black hairy dog of the Devil that sucks on human blood that's lame in one leg
Dire-Wolves (Waheela/Kerit/Shunka Warakin/Amarok) category- Cryptozoology origin- Native American/Nahanni Valley, Canada nature- loner description- large dog resembling a bear, hyena or wolf that carries off dogs & kills sheep by flocks, hunts night travelers
Dobhar-chú (Dobhar-chu/Dobarcu/Doyarchu/Dhuragoo) category- Cryptozoology origin- Irish/Glenade Stone, Ireland nature- description- otter, half-dog, half fish that lives in the water with protective fur with either short white fur & otter like features or black/dark brown cross-like mark running down its neck & back
Freybugs category- phantom origin- Norway/Medievil England nature- description- supernatural black dogs roughly the size of a calf
Gabble Retchets (Gabriel Hounds/Gabriel's Hounds/Gabriel Ratchets/Ratchets/Retchets) category- ghost/cursed origin- England/Durham nature- pack beast (wild hunt)/death bringer description- black flying dogs of the Archangel Gabriel cursed for hunting on the Sabbath used in hunt the damned until Doomsday
Gaueko (Lord of Black Magic) category- origin- Basque nature- description- large black wolfhound that sometimes walks upright
Gurt Dogs category- spirit origin- Somerset/England nature- benevolent/loner description- black dogs that protects travelers
Gwyllgi (Black Hound of Destiny/Dog of Darkness) category- phantom origin- Welsh/Pant-y Madog, Pembrokeshire nature- evil description- black dog with baleful breath & blazing red eyes
Inugami category- ghost/demon/familiar origin- Oriental nature- guard/benevolent description- powerful, independent dogs able to possess & heal their owners/creators
Keelut category- earth spirit origin- Inuit nature- evil description- hairless dog
Moddy Dhoo (Mauthe Dhoog) category- spirit origin- Isle of Man/Peel Castle nature- loner/death bringer description- invisible black dog whose if seen will kill whomever sees at its visible form
Perro Negro (nahaul/huay chivo/huay pek/uay/way/waay/chivo/pek/familiar/lobisón) category- shape-shifter origin- Central & Latin America/Argentina/Mexico nature- evil/loner description- black dogs with fiery eyes believed incarnations of the Devil
Pesanta category- origin- Catalan nature- description- enormous black, hairy dog/cat with steel paws with holes that sneaks into houses & causes nightmare & breathing problems
Qiqirn category- dog spirit origin- Inuit nature- description- large, bald, foolish, frightening, skittish, cowardly dog with hair on its feet, ears, mouth & tail tip that cause fits when approached & runs when name is called
Surma category- Cerberus/chimera origin- Finnish nature- description- large dog with a snake tail that's stare can turn one to stone, embodies sudden violent deaths & guards the gates of the underworld to prevent escapes
Tchico (Tchi-coh/Bodu/tchen Bodu/Le Tchan de Bouole/dog of Bouley/Death dog) category- spirit origin- Channel Islands/Guernsey/Jersey nature- loner/death bringer description- black headless dog that is a warnings persons of their upcoming deaths, appears with incoming storms
Wargs (Wargaz/Varg/Vargar/Veelvraat) category- wolf-spirits origin= Norse/Germany/Sweden nature- evil/mounts/pack beast (war party) description= large malicious intelligent wolves
Xolotl (xoloitzcuintle/bone-dogs) origin= Aztecs nature- divine/messengers/guard dogs description= god, skeleton, dog-headed man or monster animal with reversed feet that brings their masters souls safely to the other side (afterlife) with command of fire & lightning
Yeth Hounds (Heath Hounds/Yell hounds/Yeff Hounds) origin- Devon/Somerset, England (Cleeve Hill) nature- pack beast (wild hunt)/dangerous/regional description- enormous unnatural coal-black hound with fiery eyes & breath, sometimes seen headless
Cŵn Annwn (Hounds of Annwn/Dogs of the Underworld/Dogs of Hell/Ghost hounds/Cŵn Bendith eu Mannau/Fairy Dogs/Hounds of the Mother/Cŵn Wybir/Sky Dogs) category- ghost hounds/fairy hounds origin- Welsh nature- pack (wild hunt) description- white dogs with red ears whose bark sounds like migrating geese can kill if heard more than thrice & growls softens the closer they come to a person to pursue the souls of the newly dead A/N- Because the Cŵn Annwn are known by so many different names and because they have been associated with several fairy kings, I took the myth of the two greyhounds that had been gifted to Arawn by Gwyn ap Nudd to heart and separated the Cŵn Annwn into three sub-breeds: the purebred Annwn (owned by Gwyn ap Nudd), the greyhound-bred Wybir (owned by Arawn), and the wolf-bred Mannau (owned by the Wild Huntsman). I also used this legend also to change the fur coloring of the Wybir as mythology had already established that the Wild Huntman's dogs possessed black fur.