I am so sorry I haven't posted in a while don't worry things will be picking up now and more action is coming along. I just needed time to work on some other stories that I have on a different website. Again I am incredibly sorry. Feel free to cyber smack me. Oh, and some reviews would be nice too. Maybe I'll post more often if I get some. *HINT, HINT*

Now back to the story…

"Come on Fang let's go look around!" Angel said and tugged on his arm. "Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Max are coming too!" He sighed internally. "Okay Ange, I'll be right there." She squealed gave Fang a fleeting hug and dashed from the tent with the rest of the sightseers trotting behind.

"Does she ever rest?" Ron mumbled. He'd been subjected to a questioning by Angel after everyone was settled in. She had wanted to know everything about what it was like growing up as a wizard. The interrogation included questions like, "Did your brothers ever pants you with magic?", and "Who was your first crush?" He lied to both questions, but she could tell and called him out for it.

Angel was just traipsing around. She looked into people's tents and held conversation about wines that Total liked. Every street vender was captivated by her charm and gave her free things. Soon she was covered head to toe in green. Pins with slogans supporting the Irish covered her front and back. A huge green top hat with a shamrock hanging above it magically completed her look. People were staring at her like she was a mutant bird kid. She was actually was, but that's beside the point. Fang and Max just shrugged it off while the others were blushing beet red.

A few hours later she had her face painted and then they went back to the tent to get ready for the match. The group knew that something had happened by the smell of the tent. Max narrowed her eyes and started yelling for Gazzy and Figgy to get over there right now. Hermione and Ginny were trying to suppress laughter as she chewed them out. Fang just stood there and watched as she doled out their punishments. They were to spend all their free time for the next week staring at a fixed object and not moving. They groaned and begged for mercy so she shortened it to two days. The boys knew when she had reached her minimum and didn't push her.

"It's about to start, come on! Let's get our seats!" Mr. Weasley cried and jumped about like a buffoon. The Flock though was making preparations. "Fang get over here, we're discussing a game plan if things go wrong and someone tries to kill us!" Max hissed in an undertone. Fang loped over to the huddle as Max laid out the plan. "Okay, Gazzy and Iggy, I know you have bombs hidden somewhere on your body. Use them if you can. If not, Gazzy can fart us out of trouble. Now Angel will need to control minds if the attackers are human. Robots call for socking. As for the rest of us, fight them off. Use your powers to help, Capish?" The group nodded and got all jazzed for a fight.

Their band moved out a few minutes later. Mr. Weasley said hi to a bunch of strangely dressed people who were apparently his co-workers. His goofy smile made everyone around him except the Flock grin as well. *It'll be all right Fang. The entire stadium is full of wizards that will blast any robots to smithereens.* Fang snorted quietly. The kid had a lot to learn. *Yes there are, but aren't there just as many who would fix them back up?* Harry didn't respond to that. His face had gone pale though. He trusted too easily. He would have to learn real quickly if he wanted to survive to graduate Hogwarts.

They walked into the stadium and sat down in their seats. He and max were thinking up battle plans and conversing with their eyes. No mind reading was necessary; they just read each other's expressions. Iggy was whispering heatedly about which bombs he should keep primed with the Gasman. Angel and Total were sitting and pretending to converse about whether Bourbon or Champagne was better, but Angel was really reading the minds of every person in the vicinity.

A wary expression crossed her face as a man sat down next to her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He gave of a commanding air, which Fang instantly disliked. He could see in Angel's eyes that he wasn't a nice person. That is the understatement of the century Fang. She sent to him. He allowed his eyes to narrow just a bit as the man interjected the conversation. "I myself prefer Bourbon." Angel smiled at him, but Fang could see the wheels turning in her head. The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were glaring at the man with hatred.

"Hello Lucius, where is young Draco?" Mr. Weasley inquired. "Here" A young boy said popping up at this man's side. Draco was the spitting image of his father and gave off the same aristocratic air. Fang smirked and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Now who are your friends?" He inquired as he petted Angel's head. Max reached out and snatched Angel away. "Ah, yes. These are some of Harry's friends: Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman and Angel here." He said and patted her head fondly. "Are they staying with you? I'm surprised they all managed to fit in your shack." Draco said. Max's eyes narrowed to slits. Fang knew that one more insult would send her over the edge. "I wouldn't say another word. You don't want to see Max angry." Harry advised as his face went pale. Draco saw the looks on their faces and left it. "Smart." Fang said with a nod. "You're Fang right? I know a dog named Fang and he's the most cowardly thi-" he didn't get to finish his sentence before Max had lifted him into the air. "You dare insult my boyfriend!" she murmured quietly in his face. He almost wet his pants with fright. "You do not mess with my Flock or my friends, got it?" Draco nodded vigorously. She dropped him in a heap and went to Fang. He grinned crookedly at her and kissed her cheek. "Harry told you."

"Uhhh… Sorry about that Lucius. Max is loyal and has a rather short temper." Max grinned, "Not to mention major kick butt fighting skills." The man, Lucius, just smiled and sat down. "No matter, no matter, so are they going to be attending Hogwarts this year?" Fang was just smirking with a raised brow. "Fang is for sure, but we aren't positive on the others." Iggy groaned. "He just had to say that…" Max stood erect, "We will all go or none of us will. You know why Mr. Weasley. Your family and Hermione are the only ones that know of our little problem." The poor guy was looking abashed. "I'm so sorry Max I never meant to insinuate…" he trailed off tentatively. "S'okay." She said and relaxed back to her usual self. He looked relieved that she hadn't overreacted too badly. Draco and Lucius were watching the display with interest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup! Let the games begin!" a man in a bowler hat yelled. He'd used his wand to magnify his voice. The Flock flinched noticeably which got them a smirk from Draco. Fang raised an eyebrow right back and then turned to watch the match.

Harry's POV

Harry was watching the father and son duo talking quietly out of the corner of his eye. He looked over at Fang who was doing the same. Max was snarling silently to herself, probably about what the Malfoys were talking about.

"What did she mean 'condition'? Are they werewolves? Why did she call them her flock? Are they like in a club or something? Did you see her reaction to their separation? It was quite odd. What do you think Father?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"I think that the little girl – Angel isn't it—has a great taste for wine. We'll discuss this later Draco."

"But they have a talking dog!" The young boy persisted.

"I said that we will discuss it later." His father replied testily.

Harry felt a sense of dread. Nothing good would come of this aforementioned discussion. Max just smiled hungrily at Draco and winked. He shuddered and turned away. Fang just smirked at her and raised a brow. She glared right back at him and they seemed to be holding a silent conversation. Harry turned back to the match just in time to see Viktor Krum score a goal. He was on the Bulgarian team, but the Irish were still winning by five goals. No one had even seen the snitch yet.

It took ages, but eventually the seekers both spotted the snitch and gave chase. The golden ball dove down, straight toward the pitch and the Irish seeker grabbed it just in time to level out. Everyone in the box besides the Malfoys jumped up and cheered crazily.

A few minutes later we all trooped back to the tent. Ron began to excessively compliment Viktor Krum and Fred, George, Iggy, and the Gasman teased him mercilessly. Suddenly Angel stiffened and said two words, "Death Eaters."

Max leapt into action, ordering everyone around and getting them all prepared for a confrontation. Fang was moving around and checking for something in the tent, but he apparently didn't find it. He gave Max a look and she nodded at him before continuing her assault on their ears.

"Harry, you are officially a part of this Flock, so if you want you can join in the attack. We need to know now if you want to be included in our plans. Its okay if you don't want to. We understand why you wouldn't, but we really need to know now." Max said not looking at him.

Harry felt hurt. He couldn't believe that they would think so lowly of him. We don't mean to be rude Harry; we just want to know if you truly want to be a part of us. There will be trouble and you have a special power or two that could help us, but you really don't have to do this. We're just afraid that after finding family that you'll reject us. We've been rejected by family before and it really hurt, so no hard feelings 'kay. He smiled at Angel and said, "I'm coming. What do you need me to do?"

Max's face lit up as Fang gave her an 'I-told-you-so' look. She scowled and stuck her tongue out at him and continued her plan only to be stopped by Ron and Hermione. They wanted on board to. After a long searching look, they were given a part to play in the assault. They both looked solemn as Max told them to show no mercy to the Death Eaters and to save everyone that they could. Harry would be the lure and the rest of the Flock would attack from above and get everything under control. It was pretty foolproof, but just in case Ron and Hermione were in charge of clearing the area.

"Okay people, let's move, move, move! Get ready for a fight!" She cried and charged out of the tent with the rest of us hot on her heels. "Harry go! Do exactly what we told you to!" Fang whispered and gave him a slight push forward.

Harry strolled along, waiting for the group of dark figures to come into view. He saw them out of the corner of his eye and slowed, but didn't stop. He heard them whip around to watch him pass. He heard them whispering to each other. He heard each comment perfectly because of his new hearing.

"He's right there! Let's bag him quickly and kill him so we can get this over with." Someone hissed angrily. He heard the nods of assent of the group as they slowly began to follow him. He walked on a little ways before looking like he sensed someone behind him. He looked back and heard the Death Eaters scramble out of the path. He had to repress a smile as he pretended to be disgusted with himself. He even called himself an idiot for effect. Harry was rewarded with silent snickers and chuckles from behind and decided to milk it even more.

"I must be seeing things. Pull yourself together Harry, it's not like you're still afraid of the dark or anything." He muttered to himself audibly enough for the group behind him to hear.

He was pretty good at this stuff. Maybe he should make a living of it. *You were born for it to be your living idiot. You need this stuff to survive now.* Harry sighed and shook his head. He forgot so easily, but it had only been a few weeks that he'd known what he was and that he had a family.

He pretended to have heard one of them behind him and walked faster throwing glances behind him constantly. He finally just yelled, "Lumos!" to see them start to run at him. He felt a wave of adrenaline hit him just then as he took off running like the hounds of hell were after him. Well, the Death Eaters were the mortal equivalent, so it wasn't that different. He allowed himself to slow down gradually as he entered the forest until he stopped and mock panted for breath. He pretended to be frightened when he saw them converge in a circle around him. "Showtime." He muttered under his breath as six slim forms dropped from the sky and onto their heads.