Tonks immediately dispatched the Dark Aurors to Beaubatons and Durmstrang; she personally led the group headed for Beaubatons. When she arrived, the sight that met her eyes made her sick. Beaubaton students were laid out in the front garden; dead. Tonks collapsed on the floor vomiting, she couldn't raise the strength to stand and perform her duties.
After several minutes she felt a hand on her shoulder, when she looked up, she saw Dumbledore staring back at her. She stood with his help and she hugged him tightly.
"Oh Albus, it's tragic, they're all dead." She cried.
Dumbledore continued to sooth Tonks until Neville arrived with the final death toll.
"Professor, I have the final numbers." Neville said in a low voice.
"Tonks, I think you should head back to the castle and wait." Dumbledore told her.
"No, I'm a Dark Auror, I'm staying." Tonks argued.
Dumbledore looked at Neville pleadingly, Neville understood.
"Tonks, I order you to return to the castle." Neville commanded. Tonks followed his orders without question.
"What are the numbers?" Dumbledore asked as soon as Tonks had apparated away.
"Four hundred students and all thirty teachers and administrators dead here at Beaubatons, another six hundred and fifty four students and eighteen teachers dead at Durmstrang," Neville said downheartedly.
"And the injured," Dumbledore asked.
"One hundred seven seriously injured students at Beaubatons and seventy seven seriously injured at Durmstrang. Neville answered.
"Do Arthur and Harry know the numbers?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir, they received copies fifteen minutes ago." Neville said.
"I'll be going to the Ministry now, make sure everybody knows Ron's in charge, tell him the victim's families have to be notified, as well as the survivor's families." Dumbledore instructed before apparating away.
Neville sought out Ron as he was told. Ron was walking around barking out orders to the Dark Aurors as well as the British and French Ministry members.
"Where's Hermione?" Neville asked.
"I sent her to my dad's office to represent the DME." Ron said emotionlessly.
"Who is this?" Neville asked referring to the young girl who seemed attached to Ron's hip.
"This is Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur's sister." Ron said smiling at her.
She gave a weak smile back to him.
"Hello, I'm Neville." Neville introduced himself.
"Hello." She said in a heavily French accented voice.
"Dumbledore wanted me to tell you to make sure the families are notified." Neville said quietly.
"Taken care of, both the families from the dead and the living," Ron said shortly.
"What are they going to do?" Neville asked, staring at all the injured Beaubaton students.
"They're going to go on. They're going to wake up each day, go through their regular routine, and go to bed at night, because that's all they can do, it's all any of us can do." Ron said on the brink of tears.
Back at the Ministry, Arthur Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, the French Minister Jacques Dubois and the new Romanian Minister Nikita Romanoff were meeting in Arthur's office.
"It is all your fault, this Voldemort of yours, if you would have killed him, this would never have happened." Romanoff was yelling.
"Yez it iz true, iv you vould hav kilt 'im, thos children vould have been safe." Dubois agreed.
"Now gentlemen, you can't go around pointing fingers, we have to pull together to help those that survived." Arthur argued.
"Yes Ministers, Arthur is right, we have to consider the children." Dumbledore agreed.
"What are they goin' to do?" Romanoff asked.
"Can't we incorporate them into Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.
"Who iz diz little girl, vhy doz she speak to uz?" Dubois asked sanctimoniously.
"I am General Granger of the Department of Dark Magic Enforcement." Hermione said proudly, drawing herself up to full height.
"Ha, no wonder you can't kill one man." Romanoff said disgustedly.
"Silence!" A voice rumbled the very building on which they stood.
Harry materialized in front of the Romanian Minister, his yellow eyes glowed brighter than ever before; the look on his face was enough to scare the devil himself. Hermione, Arthur and Albus could all feel the magic and his anger radiating from him, they found it so intense they actually took two steps back.
"Don't you dare speak to her in such a manner!" Harry yelled, again making the building rumble as he began floating upward.
"You, you are dead." Romanoff said backing away.
"How dare you stand there and point fingers and speak condescendingly to the very people who are trying to help you. CHILDREN ARE DEAD! Get your heads our of your arses and pay attention. General Granger is MY representative, you WILL treat her with the greatest respect, and you WILL heed her suggestions, or you WILL answer to me." Harry yelled, causing the building to shake violently.
"Harry please relax, the Ministers are just as upset as you are." Arthur said trying to defuse the situation.
"No Arthur, I will NOT relax, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. These two men WILL heed ME or they will face me in battle." Harry said, challenging the two Ministers.
"Harry no," Dumbledore said, realizing what Harry was doing.
"I will strike you down boy." Romanoff said.
Romanoff drew his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry's eyes grew even more yellow, and Romanoff began to scream. He screamed louder than if the crusiatus curse was being inflicted. While he was screaming, Harry turned to Dubois, the French Minister just dropped to one knee to show his submission. Harry released Romanoff.
"Do you submit to my authority?" Harry asked in a voice colder than even Voldemort could muster.
"I submit." The Romanian Minister said.
"General Granger, I think you shall find the Ministers more receptive to you now." Harry said, vanishing away.
"I am zorry General, I vill listen." Dubois said.
"I am sorry also, please speak." Romanoff added.
Hermione went on to explain her idea.
"Well, since there are only one hundred and eighty students, we can place them in a comparable year in Hogwarts. The Dark Auror students can supplement the staff, and the students of Beaubatons and Durmstrang can try to get on with their lives." Hermione suggested.
"Yes, I was about to make the same suggestion. The Dark Aurors who are still in school would make excellent teachers, and our security force on the street would not be affected." Dumbledore agreed.
"I accept your gracious offer." Romanoff said.
"Me alzo," Dubois agreed.
"Then it's settled, we'll incorporate the Beaubaton and Durmstrang students into Hogwarts for the remainder of the school year." Arthur finalized.
"Minister Weasley, I would like to apologize for my harsh words and actions, they were uncalled for." Romanoff said bowing.
"I vould alzo apologize, I am French, I should act better." Dubois agreed.
"Jacque, Nikita, if you need anything, please call." Arthur said.
"Ve vill Arthur, thank you." Jacques said.
As soon as they were gone, Hermione turned to Dumbledore.
"What the hell just happened with Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Harry used their old world ways against them, he challenged them to either accept his orders or fight, and well you saw what happened." Dumbledore explained.
"Both Jacques and Nikita were trained in the old ways, if anyone challenges you, you either accept or yield, the former yielded and the latter accepted. Harry is very well read, not even I would have thought of such a strategy." Arthur said impressed.
"Should we be worried about them?" Hermione asked.
"No, they now owe a life debt to Harry and since Harry can always defend himself, I don't see them ever paying that debt." Dumbledore answered.
"I'm starting a war council; I want the both of you, Ron, Sirius and Severus to meet me in Harry's castle at eight o'clock tonight, the war begins tonight." Arthur said sounding more resolute than either one of them had ever heard.
Both Albus and Hermione apparated to the Beaubatons school to see if they needed any help.
"Did you see Harry's eyes?" Hermione asked as she walked with Dumbledore.
"I did indeed Hermione." Dumbledore said simply.
"Did they make you as nervous as they did me?" Hermione pressed.
"No, I am slightly concerned for Harry, but he's still Harry and he'll always do the right thing." Dumbledore explained.
"Did you feel his magic?" Hermione continued.
"I don't think there was a wizard or witch in that entire building who didn't feel his magic." Dumbledore answered.
"What do think it means?" Hermione finally asked.
"It means Harry IS the most powerful wizard in the world." Dumbledore said simply.
Hermione and Dumbledore found Ron sitting on the grass with a very attractive third year Beaubatons student.
"Miss Delacour, it is nice to see you again." Dumbledore said smiling.
"Hello Profezor, it iz nize to zee you too," Gabrielle said smiling.
"How are you feeling Gabrielle?" Hermione asked concernedly.
"Vad, my parentz are dead, zey ver teecherz." She answered, breaking down and crying for what appeared to be the tenth time. Hermione hugged her tightly.
"Where is Fleur?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Stuck at the front gates with all the other families, they won't let anybody in until the mess is cleaned up." Ron said sadly.
"Ron, I'm going to take Gabrielle back to the castle, she needs care and rest, when Fleur arrives, bring her too, I'm sure the master of the castle won't mind." Hermione said; Ron just waved his hand in the air in response, Hermione and Gabrielle apparated away.
Hermione apparated to a bedroom she knew was unused and called for Winky.
"Yes Miss General Ma'am." Winky said popping in.
"This is Gabrielle; she needs care and rest, please see to it and when she's better, escort her down to the library." Hermione commanded.
"Right away Miss General Ma'am," Winky said popping out to get the required medication and food.
"Gabrielle, I'm just going to lay you down on the bed, as soon as you're feeling better, Winky will show you down." Hermione explained; Gabrielle just nodded.
Hermione went down to the library in search of Harry. She found him sitting at his desk with Ginny standing next to him; she could still feel the magic radiating from him.
"Am I going to get a lecture on proper Ministry etiquette?" Harry asked, without even looking up.
"No, I will say you scared me half to death, but apparently you knew what you were doing." Hermione said sitting down.
"What did you do Harry?" Ginny asked.
"I dueled the Romanian Minister of Magic." Harry answered calmly.
"And made the French Minister of Magic bow before you," Hermione added.
"You didn't Harry," Ginny asked concernedly.
"I did, but it was for a reason, a very good reason." Harry said.
"And what could that reason possible be?" Ginny asked indignantly.
"They disrespected me in my capacity as General of the DME." Hermione answered.
"That and they were more concerned with assigning blame than helping those poor students who now have to live with the horror they were exposed to." Harry added.
"With all do respect to the General, whether or not they treat you with respect really doesn't mean anything to me, but failing to help those poor students, I'm sure Harry was too soft on them." Ginny said emphatically.
Harry smiled at his wife's brazenness.
"Harry, Arthur is starting a war council, he wants to meet with you, me, Ron, Dumbledore, Sirius and Snape tonight at eight." Hermione relayed the message.
"In the war room I suppose." Harry said distractedly.
"We have a war room? Why haven't I ever seen it?" Ginny asked confused.
"I like to keep it secret; it's where I monitor Dark activity." Harry said, still distracted.
The war council assembled in Harry's war room. Arthur stood to address the group.
"It is starting," Arthur began with a bite in his voice. "Voldemort is starting to attack defended sites." Arthur said angrily.
"He is getting smarter, he used the Dementors to distract the Dark Aurors so by the time we arrived, the fight was over." Dumbledore added.
"He's a coward," Harry growled. "He's attacking places we can't or don't defend. He won't face us directly, he won't face us at all, he's still using Death Eaters." Harry spat.
"How do you know he wasn't at Beaubatons or Durmstrang?" Ron asked.
"The tag, he never left his hideout." Harry answered.
Dumbledore was eyeing Harry very closely; he could still feel the magic emanating from him, but said nothing to the group.
"Harry, you have to calm down, we lost this battle, but we will win the war." Dumbledore attempted to calm him down.
"Calm down Albus? I will not calm down, not until that monster has been dead and buried for a year. I should have attacked him while the Death Eaters were attacking the schools." Harry growled at Dumbledore.
"You can't attack him while he's in his lair; you'll loose." Dumbledore argued.
Harry just stared at Dumbledore, the anger evident on his face.
"What do we do now, how can we protect everybody?" Ron asked.
"We can't protect everybody, we have to face up to that, and as far as what we do now, we continue doing what we have been doing, watching and reacting." Arthur told his son.
"When does Remus return from South America?" Arthur asked Dumbledore.
"Next week if all goes well." Dumbledore said.
"Then we should put this meeting off until then, hopefully Remus will return with reinforcements." Arthur said turning towards the door.
Harry waited for Arthur, Albus, Sirius and Severus to leave before he spoke again.
"Ron, how many Dark Aurors do you have outside of Hogwarts?" Harry asked emotionlessly.
"We're up to three hundred fifteen fully trained Dark Aurors and another seventy six semi-trained Dark Aurors." Ron answered.
"How many do you typically spare for Quidditch matches?" Harry asked.
"Usually five per game," Ron said.
"You may want to put fifty in the stands per game, make sure their uniforms are covered by regular cloaks so nobody will recognize them, pull the visible ones out so Riddle gets the impression we're fortifying our positions. Limit the regular patrols of Dark Aurors to teams of two, and supplement them with three teams of two each, in disguise. You have to make it look like we're spreading ourselves too thin." Harry instructed him.
"You want him to attack, don't you?" Ron asked.
"No, but I suspect he'll go for the Quidditch matches next, and if we make it appear that much easier, he'll do it sooner than later, and we can control the outcome." Harry explained, still showing no emotion.
"What are you going to do Harry?" Hermione asked him.
"What Arthur said, wait and react." Harry answered shortly.
Harry exited the war room and found Ginny sitting on one of the large sofas. He sat down next to her while Hermione sat across and Ron went into the kitchen to eat.
"Are you all right Harry?" Ginny asked very concerned.
"I'm getting better." Harry answered.
"Maybe this will help." Ginny said, kissing Harry with all her heart and soul, Harry returned in kind.
"Whoa," Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, he is a good kisser." Ginny said as Harry followed Ron into the kitchens.
"That's not what I meant." Hermione said to Ginny.
"Oh, you can feel it too?" Ginny surmised.
"I've been feeling his magic whenever he's angry, but that time I just felt how much he loved you, it was so intense I almost cried." Hermione said as tears were welling up.
"I know, I feel it too, but if you really want a good cry, wait 'til he's playing with Cindy, now that's true love." Ginny said smiling.
Harry walked into the kitchen to find Ron talking to a very young girl he barely recognized.
"Gabrielle, it that you," Harry asked smiling.
"Harry, my zaviour." Gabrielle said running over to hug Harry. "I heard you had died, but I didn't believe it." Gabrielle said happily.
"Harry, Gabrielle and Fleur lost their parents during the attack, they were teachers." Ron explained.
"Oh Gabrielle I'm so sorry, where is Fleur?" He asked her hoping to take her mind off the disaster.
"She iz coming zoon." Gabrielle said, still hugging Harry.
"I left her with Neville at Beaubatons; she needed to identify the bod… I mean her parents." Ron quickly corrected himself.
"Well Gabrielle, you're welcome to stay as long as you like." Harry said, kissing her on the top of her head.
"Iz diz your caztle?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yes Gabrielle it is, and you and Fleur can stay as long as you like, but you cannot say anything about me being alive, I want people to continue to think I am dead." Harry explained to her.
"Vhy?" She asked.
"I have my reasons, please don't say anything." Harry pressed.
"I von't zay anything." Gabrielle promised.
Harry grabbed himself a snack and told Ron; when Fleur arrived to send her to the library.
When Harry arrived back to the library, he found Ginny and Hermione talking happily as if nothing had happened all day, it actually made him smile.
"You guys seem relaxed." Harry stated.
"And you're much better than you were." Hermione observed back.
"And how do you know that?" Harry asked while sitting across from them.
"Because I can feel it," Hermione answered absentmindedly.
"You can what?" Harry asked confused.
"Harry," Ginny began. "Recently, whenever you have strong emotions, love, hate, anger or anything, you emanate magic; it lets everyone in the area know exactly what you're feeling." Ginny explained.
"When you were with the Ministers earlier today, I could feel all the magic emanating from you, you were so powerful, I actually got scared." Hermione added.
"And you can sense my emotions?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, you were so angry; I actually thought you were going to kill them." Hermione answered.
"Interesting," was the only thing Harry said.
"Harry," Fleur exclaimed.
"Fleur, how are you?" Harry said in French.
"Harry, you spoke French to me." She answered back in French.
"I have learned the language, and speak it fluently." Harry said to her, still speaking French.
"And I have learned your language as well." Fleur said, reverting to English.
"And you speak it so well." Harry said taking Fleur in an embrace.
"I'm so sorry for your loss." Harry said to her softly.
"We all are." Hermione added.
"Fleur, you remember one of my very best friends, Hermione," Harry said, motioning to Hermione. Fleur shook her hand. "This is my wife Ginny," Harry added.
"Your wife, you are married?" Fleur asked disbelievingly.
"Yes I am, very happily married." Harry corrected smiling.
"I am very pleased to meet you. If Harry took you as his wife, you must be a very special person." Fleur said to Ginny in perfect English.
"So where have you been these last three years?" Harry asked, motioning her to sit.
"I've been teaching in a private school in London." She said.
"I think you might have learned more than you taught." Harry said laughing.
"I think you're right." Fleur agreed laughing as well. "When I heard the great Harry Potter had been killed, I told Gabrielle that it was a lie, Harry Potter is a great wizard, this Voldemort cannot kill him." She said honestly.
"Thank you Fleur, but if you don't mind, don't tell anybody I'm alive." Harry said seriously.
"I know, Gabrielle told me. She also told me she could stay as long as she liked." Fleur said, looking pleadingly into Harry's eyes.
"That's right, she's free to stay here as long as she likes, and if she likes and it's ok with you, she can live here indefinitely; my castle is her castle." Harry said warmly.
"Oh thank you Harry, Gabrielle needs to feel safe, and with you everybody feels safe." She said appreciatively.
"You do know she will be attending Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes, the Dark Aurors told me in France, but I would like her to feel safe outside of school and I can't give her that if I am working." She answered.
"Don't worry, Harry is a fully qualified wizard, if Gabrielle is still too nervous, Harry can train her here." Ginny said, placing an arm on Fleur.
"Really Harry, you can do this." Fleur said pleadingly.
"Yes Fleur, but I recommend Hogwarts, many of her school friends will be attending. But if she decides she wants to sleep here to feel safe, she can come home with Ginny every night." Harry explained.
"Yes, I think she would love that idea, I will go talk to her." Fleur said excitedly, kissing Harry, Ginny and Hermione on each cheek and rushing off.
The morning that classes resumed, Ginny escorted Gabrielle into the great hall for breakfast. The surviving Beaubatons and Durmstrang students were scattered sporadically across the four house tables. Ginny noticed they all had one thing in common, the same somber expression.
"Students, may I have your attention," Dumbledore began. "I'm sure you all know why our numbers have increased this morning, I hope you will all treat our guests with warmth and respect; the class schedules have been changed to accommodate our guests so please see your prefects for your new schedule." He said sitting back down.
Ron and Hermione were given the student's schedules and they in turn passed them to the house prefects. They were also given teaching schedules for the Dark Aurors to supplement the staff.
"The school day has been extended by two hours." Ron said indignantly.
"Well they did include free time in the middle of the day for the students." Hermione argued.
"Yeah, but it doesn't apply to us, we have to teach." Ron continued, sounding angry.
"It'll be fun Ron, you like teaching, don't you?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah I do, but I have to teach the fifth, sixth and seventh year Durmstrangs regular Defense, I don't want them learning anything." Ron said.
"Oh relax, just teach the curriculum." Hermione said, storming off.
Ginny walked Gabrielle to her first class; potions, she stood around watching as the other Beaubatons entered the classroom. Ginny was surprised to see how few first through fourth year Beaubatons there were.
"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Charlie said, coming up behind her.
"Oh, just seeing off Gabrielle here." She said motioning to the young girl standing next to her. "She's staying at our castle." Ginny added.
"Really, that's wonderful. I'm Professor Weasley." He introduced himself to Gabrielle.
"Hello," she responded shyly.
"Why don't you take a seat and I'll be with the class in a moment." He waited for her to enter and closed the door from the outside. "Isn't that the girl from the Tri-wizard Tournament?" He asked Ginny.
"Yeah, her parents were teachers at Beaubatons, they died in the attack." Ginny said sadly.
"I see Harry's taking in another stray," Charlie joked.
"Something like that," Ginny said smiling.
"I'll make sure she's fine, don't worry." Charlie said kissing his sister on the cheek.
"Thanks Charlie, I'll see you later." She said kissing him back.
"Gabrielle spent the day going from class to class without even thinking about what she was doing. She had spent the newly added free period with Ginny as she taught transfiguration to the first through fourth year Durmstrangs; she even ate lunch with Ginny. Ginny was starting to feel she still had repressed feelings, but she knew better than to bring it up. "She'll come around soon." Ginny thought to herself.
That night Gabrielle would only sleep in the bedroom directly across from the master bedroom. She had claimed she was too scared to sleep anywhere else. Harry, being who he was, accommodated her happily.
The week past fairly uneventfully at Hogwarts, the new students, though an inconvenience, were getting along with the Hogwarts students famously. In the outside world, Voldemort had kept his Death Eaters quiet. The members of the war council believed this was to reconnoiter and they would strike back with a vengeance.
Harry watched and waited.
The following week, Remus was due to return from South America. He had been sent by Dumbledore over a year before, to seek out allegiances from the various wizarding communities on the continent. Remus had not heard about Harry being alive, or married, or a father. He also had not heard about his old friend Sirius, as far as Remus was concerned, both Harry and Sirius were dead.
Dumbledore instructed Remus to meet him at the Minister's office that Friday. There they would discuss the specifics of his mission.
Remus arrived at eleven on Friday morning; he found the Minister and Dumbledore deep in conversation.
"Good morning Minister, Albus, it's good to see you both." Remus greeted them, shaking both men's hands.
"Good morning Remus, please have a seat." Arthur said, motioning to the chair next to Dumbledore.
"What news from South America?" Arthur asked.
"Well sir, I have managed to secure the aide of the Ministries in Argentina, Brazil, Peru and Chile. We have only to ask and they'll send as many wizards as they can spare." Remus said proudly.
"And how many do you suppose that would be?" Dumbledore asked.
"The Argentineans will send no less than two hundred wizards, the Brazilians and Peruvians about a hundred and fifty each, and the Chileans; about eighty." Remus read off a piece of parchment.
"Five hundred and eighty, not a bad number, did you have to make any concessions?" Arthur asked.
"None, other than if they ever need our assistance that we send as many wizards as we can spare." Remus answered.
"Most acceptable terms, Albus, anything to add," Arthur asked.
"Nothing Minister, I believe our meeting is concluded. Remus if you would leave the Minister your report, I must be heading to Hogwarts, gentlemen," Albus said standing.
"Now I'm sure you would like to go home and get cleaned up and rested, I would like your presence at dinner tonight; there are other pressing matters we need to discuss." Arthur said standing.
"Why not just discuss them here?" Remus asked.
"You'll understand tonight. Here, on this piece of parchment I have written down the password to get you through the security in the floo network, make sure you speak clearly when you give the password, I wouldn't want you to end up in one of our dungeons." Arthur said laughing.
"Yes Minister, I'll see you at seven." Remus said respectfully and left the Minister's office.
That afternoon, Harry had arranged for all those who knew he was alive to meet at Potter Castle for the weekend. He received permission from Arthur to destroy Percy's necklace so that Riddle would suspect they had just discovered it.
Harry purposefully got into a discussion about the necklace Percy was wearing, and when Percy said it was an anonymous gift, Harry destroyed it. Voldemort would not know their actions, whether true or false, ever again.
That night, Remus was to apparate to the facsimile of the Burrow, and Arthur was to escort him down to dinner. Remus arrived on time as expected; Arthur greeted him at the fireplace.
"Remus, welcome, you look like a new man," Arthur said shaking his hand.
"Arthur, thank you for having me, I don't seem to smell dinner." Remus said confused.
"Ah, can't seem to fool your werewolf nose, can I?" Arthur asked laughing. "Don't worry; dinner is being cooked in the kitchen." Arthur said motioning to the front door and leading Remus to it.
When Arthur opened the door, Remus' mouth dropped open.
"Where are we," Remus asked.
"Our safe house," Arthur said leading Remus down to the dining hall.
"It's a castle, but definitely not Hogwarts." Remus deduced.
"Very good, what else can you deduce?" Arthur asked amused as they continued down the corridor.
"We're near salt water, but it doesn't smell like the north Atlantic, maybe the south Atlantic. Judging by the sounds of the birds outside, I'd say something near tropical weather. No wait, that's not the south Atlantic, it's the Pacific Ocean." Remus said, turning to Arthur.
"Excellent Remus, you are extremely talented. We are indeed in the Pacific, specifically the country of Australia, so its summer here. That's probably why you suspected the tropical climate. Ah, here we are," Arthur said, opening the double doors leading to the cavernous dining hall.
Remus froze in place, the room was filled with people he knew, and some he did not know. He noticed that the head of the table was unoccupied, as was the chair immediately to the left and the two to the right.
"Professor," Hermione exclaimed as she ran over and hugged Remus tightly.
"Hermione, how many times have I told you, I'm not you professor any longer, call me Remus." Remus said warmly. "It is good to…" Remus stopped talking, he had picked up two scents he shouldn't have. He turned slowly around and froze.
"Harry! Sirius!"