Hello people!

The idea and basic outline of this story is adopted from amypop's story "New Wolf in Town", which has since been removed.

All characters rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling (The Harry Potter universe) and Stephenie Meyer (The Twilight Saga). The basic storyline up until the fifth chapter belongs to the user 'amypop' here on fanfiction, anything after that is mine. I have/am going to kidnap a few ideas from at least one or two different stories here on ff,net, but there will be a while before these come into play so I'll wait with mentioning which ones for quite a while longer.

/Minna Vipera

Edited on 16th of October 2018

"Speaking normally"

'Thinking'

(Author's note)

"Telepathy/Pack talking"

"Animals talking"

Hogwarts.

The uproar was deafening. Even the former headmasters in the headmaster's office had been unable to sleep for all the cries, accusations, denials and general raging that had been going on since a little after dawn the Sunday before.

The attack on and subsequent disappearance of Haley Potter were the cause of the portraits' current insomnia. The living occupants of the castle were deeply divided in what to do about their saviour. The leading opinions were either that she was dead and they should focus on hunting down the one who killed their "National heroine" as well as the one who must've taken her body or that she must've become a werewolf and disappeared of her own power (because who knows what one of those hateful creatures can do. And who knows what dark powers the girl-who-lived-and-killed-he-who-must-not-be-named (also known as gwlakhwmnbn) had been hiding all this time). The group that believed her to be both alive and still walking in the light was pitifully small compared to the wizarding world as a whole, but consisted of many of the surviving Defenders of Hogwarts. Most vocal were Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, one of whom had led the underground resistance at Hogwarts the last year, but while they were able to convince many that there was no way Haley had turned dark they weren't as successful in raising people's faith that she was still alive.

The most surprising opinion had been that of one Ronald Weasley, the third member of the Golden Trio, who had been loudly declaring that she must have gone over to the Dark side. The following fight in the middle of the great hall between him and his girlfriend Hermione had been spectacular to say the least. Onlookers had been forced to use shield charms and duck between whatever furniture was still laying around in the hall to evade the charms, jinxes and curses flying through the air before professors McGonagall and Flitwick together managed to separate the two. Miss Granger had disappeared to the library after sneakily plundering a few professors' offices for any assignment she could do to take her mind of things. Mr Weasley on the other hand had been sent to the Gryffindor common room after a knee-jerk reflex on the part of his Head of House turned new headmistress. A certain Miss Brown had followed him not long after and neither had been seen until the next morning.

Two students however were not found the next day. Hermione Granger had last been seen entering the Ravenclaw tower by two ravenclaws the previous evening. She had been distressed and disappeared to the sixth year dorm immediately. Luna Lovegood had not been seen since she entered the very same dorm room three hours prior.

Around lunchtime a few of the students, notably one Neville Longbottom, had started wondering where the two heroines had gone off to and after a search of the duo's favourite places (even sending a female prefect to check on both of their dorms) they notified the teachers who sent out the house elves to search the entire castle. Unfortunately this search gave the same result, and by dinnertime news of the second disappearance had made it out to the newspapers. The Daily Prophet even offered a reward of five thousand galleons for anyone who could find the girls, plus an extra ten thousand if they found Potter. Needless to say this sparked even more shouting between the ones who thought the girls had done all they needed to do and shouldn't be "hunted for money" and the ones who wanted them controlled in some way.

International newspapers had quickly caught on and there were even one or two muggle papers with the missing posters on their front page. (On a side note this had caused a certain Vernon Dursley to choke on his afternoon tea and nearly choke to death before the ambulance personnel managed to clear his lungs. They were very confused when he kept on rambling about everything being the Freak's fault)

As all this was happening marked Death Eaters had lost their magic in droves. After the death of the Dark Lord failing charms, curses and wards had caused havoc all around the country as muggles remembered strange phenomena, long-time patients of St. Mungo's suddenly woke up without a trace of the curse they had once been put under, and houses and mansions started popping up in places no muggle had ever seen them. Only the wards of houses with blood-bound wards where one family member were both without the mark and directly descended by blood to the ward holder still remained unseen to the non-magical eye.

The lines declared dead on the magic side – meaning all living descendants still carrying the name lacked magic – included the Malfoy family, the Flint clan, the Notts, the Crabbes, the Goyles and many more. A few families, such as the Carrows, only survived magically due to their unwillingness to brand unmarried females but were all but guaranteed to die out in name within a generation.

The newly-turned squibs also found the downside of all laws they had driven through that allowed open discrimination against non-magicals. Squibs were for example not allowed to have a Gringotts vault, so each vault that now had no owner went to the closest magical relative or – in case there were none – were split between the goblins of Gringotts and various charities for restoring, or rather renewing, the British wizarding world to what it should be. Families that had had all they could wish for one day were suddenly thrown out on the streets and forced to rely on the generosity of the ones they had days before looked down upon.

So yes, it was no wonder the general levels of noise the last week had been able to give even the toughest of headmasters both insomnia and a semi-permanent headache (to this day it remains a mystery exactly how Madame Pomfrey had been able to distribute headache relievers among the portraits) and things didn't look much better for the other inhabitants. The newly instated headmistress McGonagall had even taken to brewing her own potions since what was available in the castle was in very high demand and more often than not out of stock.

On the other side of the planet, in a small town in the middle of the Australian desert, a woman had decided her course of action. Her bags were packed, her resignation handed in and her little dugout sold.

She was going to find her Queen.

Sorry for yet another short chapter... This one was more on what happened in Britain immediately after the girls' departure, with a bit of foreshadowing at the end. To the first one who can correctly guess who she is I'll give you a few spoilers one one subject of your choosing in this story (under the condition that I actually have decided on said subject, but a lot is fairly set. I also want veto if it's closely related to a crucial cliffhanger)

I am my own Beta, any faults are my own, if you find any let me know!

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/Minna Vipera