Harry returned home saturday morning to find Charlie waiting for him. The other man was stretched out on his sofa grinning like the cheshire cat.

"Have a good night did you?" Harry asked him. Charlie shrugged.

"He threw me out this morning. Very dramatic that one." Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to sit across from him in his recliner.

"So who else knows about Greyback?" Harry asked him.

"Just us and that bloke Finch-Fletchley from your year at Hogwarts."

"Justin? Why on earth is he involved?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Oh he's got a serious hate on for Greyback. He's a muggleborn you know and Greyback's snatchers got ahold of his little sister. I don't know all the details of what happened but she's still in St. Mungo's, the Janus Thickey Ward. He's been tracking Greyback and came to us with the info when the Ministry wouldn't act."

Harry's stomach clenched when he heard about Justin's sister. In the years since the war more details had come out about the atrocities perpetrated by not only Death Eaters by also those in their employ. What had happened to Hermione had been tame compared to some of the stories Harry had heard since.

"Is Justin coming with us?" Harry asked he remembered the young man from the D.A. He he had been a decent dueller but tended to freeze under pressure. Charlie nodded.

"He insist but we duelled and he can hold his own. I think he'll be an asset." he told him. Harry took Charlie at his word and instead changed his attention to tactics.

"Do we have any idea how we want to do this?" he asked Charlie.

"Well from what we've learned it looks like Greyback is working as some kind of cook for the orphanage. It seems like he just stays outside when he turns and attacks any child who comes outside. Either that or he's luring specific children outside. We're not sure but about half the children have survived there's a possibility they'll transform as well." Charlie told him seriously.

"If they do our first priority needs to be containing them and making sure they come to know harm. Greyback won't hesitate to use the children to attack us just to buy himself some time."

They continued to plot and plan as the hours ticked by. George arrived a little after two in the afternoon and they all departed together to meet Justin. They were heavily armed not only bringing their wands but potions tailored to attack a werewolf's sense rendering it harmless while not actually hurting it in anyway. Harry also carried regular muggle ropes knowing they tended to hold up better against the wolves than conjured ones and a dagger on the off chance he lost his wand.

Together they Apparated to the remote part of Siberia where Greyback was hiding. Looking around they found themselves in an alley and Harry quickly disillusioned them before they stepped out to get their bearings. The town was quite small, snow covered every roof and was high upon the ground. There were ten or maybe fifteen buildings stacked together with signs in Russian that Harry couldn't read. Looking through windows he saw a small grocer and a store that sold coats.

They knew from their map that the orphanage was on the outskirts of the town to the east exactly opposite the rest of the housing for the area which consisted of forty or fifty small dwellings that simply looked like piles of snow in the distance. The orphanage however towered over the small town casting an imposing shadow. It was a grey smudge against an otherwise pristine white atmosphere four stories tall it demanded their attention. It was that direction they walked moving slowly and quietly and carefully banishing any footprints in the snow that might give away their presence.

Behind the orphanage was a wide open space and on the other side of that were the woods. Towering tree's painted as white as the landscape. It was there where the open space met the trees that they set up their camp. Harry put up the wards Hermione had taught him back when they were on the run.

They did surveillance in shifts. Ideally they would like to get Greyback before he turned but they also needed to know which if any children had been infected. The wolf virus didn't always pass so it was possible that children who had been bitten may not transform. Not to mention that it was very possible some of the children had been clawed not bitten which would not have transferred the virus.

The spotted Greyback midway through the next day. A group of about forty children were outside doing some kind of organized exercise routine and Greyback was outside watching them. Not directing the class or participating, just watching. Harry shuddered.

"How is it that people look at a man like Greyback and think this is a man who should work with children? I mean look at him! He's totally creepy!" Harry exclaimed. George, who was on surveillance duty with him, laughed.

"He's not much worse than Filch." Harry snorted

After placing a variety of surveillance spells they were able to ascertain that Greyback was only adult werewolf but they still weren't sure which if any children would turn. They resolved to wait until Tuesday's moon and try to catch them just as the sun set. It was cutting it a bit close especially when Harry considered his date with Lance but strategically it was the best time. Charlie and Justin would go into the orphanage and make sure no children transformed inside. Meanwhile George and Harry would watch for Greyback and capture him when he went outside to transform. Harry was feeling pretty confident as they prepared to enact their plan. Which is why it shouldn't have been surprising that everything went so spectacularly wrong.

It ended up there were six, yes six child wolves. They came out with Greyback all in a line like little ducklings following their mother, just before sunset. Harry tried to get Greyback right then and get it out of the way but the freaking kids intervened. Kicking his shins and scratching at him with their sharp little nails. Harry lost precious seconds struggling with the children and finally began to stun the ones he could reach. Then the moon came out. Harry and George were able to subdue the children but in the meantime Greyback had been watching, waiting and smiling.

As the moon filtered out from behind the clouds Greyback threw his head back as if the fully appreciate the experience. Harry watched in horror began and ended in only seconds much faster than the children most of whom were still writhing in agony as their bodies tore apart and reformed. George had stunned the last of them finally so they lay peaceful even as they changed into animals. Harry spun to face Greyback ready to take him down when things went suddenly wrong.

The child was probably about seven and he was crying as he wandered from the orphanage door. He was looking left to right and shivering from cold. Greyback sniffed the wind, he turned and he charged. Harry let out a yell casting curse after curse but Greyback was moving too quickly and Harry couldn't get a solid aim. Harry watched in horror as he drew closer and closer to the boy. In a moment of resolution Harry apparated directly in front of Greyback and grabbing the knife from his belt buried it to the hilt in Greyback's heart. It happened so fast that Harry didn't at first register Greyback's parting gift. Adrenaline carried him through enough to turn triumphantly toward the orphanage where George stood wide eyed and white faced.

The pain rippled through his whole body and Harry felt his knees go out. Looking down at himself he saw the lower half of his shirt gone a huge gouge ran from his lower left rib to his right hip bone and was gushing blood. Harry's only thought before everything went black was to wonder why he hadn't noticed it before.

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It wasn't a train station this time. It was the forensic lab at the Jeffersonian. Harry looked around curiously but the lab was empty.

"Huh" On the raised platform Harry suddenly noticed a set of bones. Harry walked up to it cautiously already knowing what he would find there. Sure enough they were the same bones he had seen in the Jeffersonian all those months back. He moved closer as if looking would give him some kind of an answer but there was nothing. Just the bones stark against the table the knife buried in it's heart. Harry reached out wanting to remove the knife and look closer but just before his fingers made contact Harry felt a pull.

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George watched in horror as Harry collapsed to the ground with Greyback beside him. Harry's abdomen was torn wide open. His face was grey, George felt for a pulse and found it but it was going slow. Looking around George saw Charlie and Justin rushing toward him.

"He's still breathing but we have to get him somewhere fast." George told them quickly.

"Lets take him back to his apartment he always has powerful healing potions and salves on hand." George nodded. Together they gently lifted Harry and held him still as they apparated. Justin stumbled slightly on landing but he quickly released Harry and stepped back so as not to jolt him. They settled Harry onto his sofa and Charlie rushed off for healing potions.

George felt for Harry's pulse again but couldn't find it.

"Harry. Harry!" He said urgently "Hang on Harry we're looking for a potion now. Hurry Charlie!"

George turned and saw Charlie behind holding the potion his face had gone white. George held out his hand but Charlie didn't hand it over.

"Charlie!" George exclaimed angrily moving to take the potion from his brother but Charlie shook his head.

"It's too late. He's already. . .Oh god what will we tell mum?" Charlie's voice broke. George shook his head and moved back to Harry.

"No we just need the potion." He insisted but even as he said it he realized the truth Harry wasn't breathing his skin was ashen. The blood from his abdomen had become sluggish no longer being forced out by the beating of Harry's heart. For several long minutes no one moved. Justin had not spoken since they'd arrived and merely stood wide eye in the corner while George and Charlie were just numb.

Harry's sharp intake of breath broke them from their stupor. He sat up coughing furiously George looked down and saw that while he still had a cut it had closed enough that Harry's intestines were no longer visible.

"Harry! Oh god Harry!" George cried throwing his arms around his brother in all but blood and unable to hold back tears buried his face in Harry's shoulder and cried. Charlie's face crumbled as he rushed to Harry's other side and threw his arms around him.

It was about this time that Lance Sweets arrived. Justin appeared to be working on auto pilot when he answered the knock. He looked just as surprised as they were at his actions.

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The scene that confronted Lance when he stepped into Harry's apartment was confusing. A young man with sandy hair and a shell shocked expression had opened the door and allowed him inside but had said nothing. Harry was on the couch on one side was Charlie his hair eskew and smeared with blood. His face was tear streaked and he was simultaneously holding onto Harry trying to comfort the other man in the room. The redhead was sobbing on Harry's shoulder and Harry was rubbing his back and talking softly.

"Shh. . .it's okay. Everythings okay. I'm okay."

Suddenly the blond man spoke.

"What the fuck! What was that? What the fuck! That shouldn't happen. . .you. . .you were. ."

"No." It was Charlie who had spoken. The other man shook his head and began stepping back.

"Don't stand up for him! That's not natural. . .its WRONG!" He screamed again.

"Justin just calm down!" Harry exclaimed but this only caused the other man's eyes to widen further. Harry moved as if to stand but Charlie pushed him back down and stood instead. He walked over to the other man, apparently named Justin, and taking him by the shoulder pulled him into the other room.

Lance's eyes followed them out of the room before his eyes turned back to Harry. For the first time he saw the blood.

"Harry! What happened? You're bleeding!" he exclaimed rushing forward. Harry glanced down as if surprised to find himself covered in blood. Beside him his friend had stopped crying and was now looking at Lance with open curiosity.

"Who's this guy?" He asked.

"This is Lance, we're supposed to be having dinner about now. Lance this is George Weasley," Harry told them Lance nodded a greeting but quickly turned back to Harry but before he could speak again Charlie and Justin emerged from the back room. Justin looked oddly dazed and Lance wondered if Charlie had given him some kind of sedative to calm him down.

"I'm going to walk Justin out Harry then I'll be back up." Charlie told him. Justin waved cheerily.

"See you later Harry! Feel better soon okay?" he called happily making Lance frown in confusion.

"Goodnight Justin. I'll see you later."

They were all quiet for a moment after the two left. Lance turned back to Harry.

"You still haven't told me what happened." He told him Harry gave him an apologetic look.

"Remember when I told you you'd have questions that I wouldn't answer?" Lance nodded "This is gonna be one of those times."

Lance stared at Harry for a long moment. When Harry had said that Lance had assumed Harry was talking about his past. He wouldn't have thought it would apply to Harry bleeding with his friends crying around him but Lance had agreed and he certainly wasn't going to go back on that. After a moment he nodded.

"Okay, well then do you have any bandages? We should really do something about that cut."

Author's note: This chapter is a thank you for all the lovely reviews you guys gave me for my birthday. You are all really awesome and definitely came through for me! I realize I may have mucked around a bit with, well the way time works, but it was really only to fit my needs. Also I should note I know nothing about Siberia so it's probably much nicer than I described.

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