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Author's Note: I've been working on this chapter off and on for - well, almost a year. coughs I keep looking back through old chapters and cursing my stupidity - I really sucked at writing (still do). Back then, writing these chapters was easy, I just did it and didn't think about the goodness of it. Now, I do. Makes it very difficult to continue the story at all. Every time I sat down to finish it, I ended up deleting what I'd already written until finally I just stuck with this. I got new ideas for other stories on my LJ and such, which would distract me for months at a time, but today March 15, 2005, I got home from school and was looking through my livejournal when I found a comment from not so long that had been about this story. I decided it was high time I finished this monster. I promised myself if there was one story I finished, it would be this one. I would not get bored with this chapter anymore, I would FINISH it - TODAY!

What happened Last Chapter?

I don't know. I had to go back and read it myself. I suggest you do the same. Good luck to you all.

Flirting With the Enemy

by

Sierra Sitruc

Chapter 33 Many Returns

"We've got to get out of here and tell Dumbledore!" Sirius yelled, "We can still save the others - we just have to move!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, has already been informed." James looked up half-consciously to see his old Headmaster standing above him.

"I think I'm going to be ill." James gasped, clutching his head in pain.

Dumbledore kneeled beside the young man, and began muttering spells beneath his breath. When he was finished, James was able to stand. Sirius stood nervously beside him anyway.

"How'd you find us, sir?" Sirius asked, look at his old Headmaster.

"I knew you would be here, and my spy had figured out more information. He learned of Voldemort's plan for this evening. He somehow had found out that Remus would be here, this very night. Voldemort plotted around this, using Remus for his advantage - "

"The spell!" Sirius growled angrily.

"I see it has gone into effect. Did he use Remus to contact Motavius?"

"There was...a Motavius, yes." Sirius replied, stepping away from James to pace around the edge of the forest. "But what's that going to do? Contacting some dead guy?"

"Voldemort intends to use the werewolves in exile as his immortal army. They would be - in a word - indestructable."

"Dear Merlin." James gasped, clutching his chest.

"I acted as quickly as I could. I have members of the Order on there where here as we speak." Dumbledore said swiftly, "But we're not going to wait to act. Lives are at stake. Sirius, you will lead me back to where they are settled in the forest, James will wait here for the rest of the Order and then lead them in after."

"Do you think James is up for that? He looks a bit peaky." Sirius said, studying James' posture.

"M'fine." James insisted.

"I thought so." Dumbledore said, smiling slightly at James, he looked then to Sirius. "Let's go my boy, we don't have much time! The sooner we get there, the sooner we stop Voldemort."

James had been alone only a few moments when he stumbled backwards, hit by a strangely clear vision of emerald green fading into the darkness and a wild beast coming towards him. He gasped for air, blinking in the night, he searched for the beast, but saw nothing but the ground and trees around him.

He stared a few moments more, when suddenly the Order began to slowly apparate around him. Soon they were all accounted for, and he led them into the forest after Dumbledore and Sirius.

Some distance away, Voldemort howled in frustration. "This cannot be!"

Motavius transformed back into his human form when he spotted the emerald green form. The girl was but a cloud of color in the blackness, but he was able to grab at her. He smiled to himself, the Lord knows how long she'd been lost in the plains of the limbo. He was filled with hope as he headed back to his Kingdom of Werewolves.

She would be their savior yet.

Sirius and Dumbledore walked with a purpose towards Voldemort's settlement in the forest. Dumbledore was humming gently and Sirius was staring at his feet, conflicted.

It went like that for a few long moments before Sirius said, "They killed Remus."

"Did they?" Dumbledore asked, too off-handedly for Sirius' liking. "Are you sure?"

"How can anyone contact the dead like that...without actually being dead?" Sirius questioned.

"Magic, Sirius. Magic. Remus has been brought back to life before, I don't see why you don't have faith that it can't happen a second time."

"Evans didn't come back."

"Lily isn't a werewolf, her ties are with all the other humans...and the Dementor kissed her. That, changed everything." Sirius had a feeling Dumbledore was keeping something from him.

Not long after that, Death Eaters began swarming the area, Dumbledore took care of all of them with ease, leaving Sirius with little to do. They hurried on faster towards where the prisoners and Voldemort were, members of the Order, including James, had caught up to them, and had their wands at ready.

Azalee, Darcy and a few muggles were the only survivors. Voldemort was there, leaning against a tree when Sirius spotted him.

Darcy was hyperventilating, still attached to Remus's corpse. James rushed to his side as Dumbledore approached Voldemort. Voldemort watched him warily, and that made the old man smile. A few other Order members went to aid Azalee, rushing her away from the scene for medical help to her injuries.

"Darcy? Lad, can you hear me?" James asked, gently shaking him.

"They're coming," Darcy whispered, "They're coming - "

"Who is?" He asked softly, watching the boy's wild eyes dart back and forth.

"The werewolves."

"What -?"

"Aroooo!" Everyone went silence as they heard the eerie howl. Then another, and another. And soon the entire area was full of howling.

Remus's body was abruptly shaking, Darcy was flown to the side by a burst of powerful magic.

"Merlin!" James shouted, jumping back.

The werewolf's amber eyes flashed open and he let out a cry to his mother moon, before a hoard of werewolves began zapping into the air with small flashes of amber. They began quickly filling the area, all glaring viciously at the Dark Lord.

Remus took the lead, striding up to Voldemort and staring him down, his eyes piercing into Voldemort's red ones.

"You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you," Remus hissed, his words resonating through the forest.

Voldemort, though a small surprised wrinkle was in his mouth, did not lose his calm, "What is it that I have, creature?"

"A piece of Lily Evans' soul."

"A piece? Why, don't you mean - all of it?"

"No, I mean one piece. There are three pieces, you aren't immortal, Voldemort," He told the evil dark lord with a smirk.

The reaction was immediate. Fear.

Albus Dumbledore, a pack of werewolves and various Order members were surrounding him. There was only one thing he could do.

Disappear.

There was an emptiness when he left, leaving confused mortals to gather their wits, and werewolves to congratulate themselves with complimentary howls.

"Where's Motavius?" Dumbledore asked, putting himself beside Remus, who was coming down from his power trip.

"He's getting Lily, he's bringing her here."

"I thought so, good thinking, using all the lycanthropes to bring you back. I always knew you were bright."

Remus smiled at that, "We'll need James, I suppose...and the Dementor that kissed her."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Who's to be the carrier?"

"Me - it might have bad effects on anyone else."

Just then, Sirius and James came up to them, both of them tackled Remus in a hug, "We thought we lost you, mate!"

It was at that moment, that everything from the confusion of the past months - the pain, the disagreements - evaporated. The old friends just hung tight to one another for the longest time, until a long, low howl made Remus start.

He leapt away, to meet the man, they grasped hands. As everyone watched, they observed an emerald light shift from Motavius to the other werewolf.

"Take care of her," Was all Motavius said, before gesturing to the werewolves around him and they left the forest with farewell howls.

"It's time for us to be leaving, too. Let's go home," Dumbledore told them. He addressed Kingsley Shacklebolt who was holding Darcy in his arms, specifically, "You need to take him home first - you know where to go. Be sure to fill the Tate family in on what has happened to him," Kingsley nodded before disapparating with the small boy.

"What home are we going to?" James asked wearily, tiredness seeping through his bones.

"The only place we can all call home," Dumbledore said, a thoughtful smile on his face, "Hogwarts."

Author's Note: Okay, I cut it short - probably the shortest of all the chapters - but I hope it satisfies you guys until I can get the next chapter up. Err...I know, this was an AWFUL, CHOPPY, BADLY WRITTEN chapter, but - I just - I am tired of this story, honestly. I just got it done, that was the goal.

I'm sorry it's been - what? - 9 months since I updated, but there you go. I hope I can finish this story before the SIXTH book comes out, I know I said that about the fifth, but that's how things go...Dude, I've been writing this story for almost three years. I feel old - and GEEKY.