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Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Dawn Adams

WAIT I OWN DAWN!

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Mark walked through the woods, Tim had told him to come here. Being the meek ten year old he was, he decided to not push his luck by disrespecting a twelve year old. A twelve year old werewolf, Mark honestly did not know what to think of him. He seemed nice but, he just didn't know. Questioning thoughts were working there way like maggots through Mark's brain. He was thinking so much he barely even noticed the tree. With a branch, at eye level.

Until it was too late. A loud thwack was heard by the group of sitting werewolves.

"What the hey?" Adela asked from her perch in the trees.

Tim smirked and laid back not bothering to help who he knew was Mark.

"Tim,"

"Yo, Gale?"

The said black haired boy gave Tim a long look knowing that he was invoking uneasiness.

"Mhh?" Tim asked in a way looking into the black eyes that always seemed to glow gold.

"What did you do?"

"Nothin'," Tim denied stubbornly eyes flickering down Gale's waist line his throat seemed to constrict.

"How lon' has Cara bin dare?" Tim asked shakily looking at the brunette's head that was in the midst of Gale's legs.

Gale scratched the back of his head nervously looking like he was about stutter something when a crash was heard right next to him. Sandy blonde hair was in a heap.

Dawn cocked an eye brow which flew straight up into her hairline.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" she asked in an English accent she had picked up from Mark. It was a trade off of sorts, whilst her language became more, understandable to Mark. Mark's became more understandable to her. In reality Mark's English had gotten rough around the edges.

"Tim assed me to come ova here." Mark said in explanation. Adela cocked her blonde head curiously.

"Assed?" Mark blushed and started stumbling over apologetic words all the while the werewolves were enjoying the fun of tormenting him.

"Weh ged it, yah meant asked." Tim said after having his fill of amusement.

"Seen yah dog anywhare?" Gale asked, they'd all take to that big ball of fur.

"Nope, Diego is nowhere ta be foun'?" Mark answered sadly dipping his blonde hair.

"Don' feel ba' Mark, he'll turn up," Dawn said her black eyes gazing into the trees. A small smile gracing her lips, as she said those words. She always knew what to say, thought Mark who looked at the brilliant red haired beauty. A thud was heard as the Mark collapsed onto the ground next to Gale who looked at him strangely.

Mark ignored the strange look at paused in studying his surroundings. He caught a whiff of, cinnamon. The only thing that smelled like cinnamon here was Cara, wait Cara? Mark looked down at Gale's lap and blushed edging away. Gale blushed noticing the reason and mumbled something incoherent.

"How long have you guys been you know?" Mark asked only to get swatted upside the head.

"We are not going out! She just fell asleep here!"

"Oh yeah nothing is happening at all," Tim said smirking.

Ande lay against a tree, she was thinking about how she had changed over the years. Sure she was still odd, but now, she was friendly, open. Didn't care what people thought about her. Her younger sister made her truly proud. Whilst Ande was ashamed, ashamed of herself. She blamed herself for this, if she hadn't suggested they stay out longer. But she had, she hated herself for bringing this curse upon her sister. Blurred tears ran through her eyes when she felt something soft brush against her leg.

It was Diego, the black and white dog everyone called a Border collie though really was an Australian shepherd. Ande leaned down and stroked the black and white fur of the dog that leaned forward and licked her cheek.

I admire you, Diego, no I envy you. You have no idea about the war going on. You have no idea about such petty affairs. You simply live and let others live. I truly envy you, Diego. You are just a dog, but have feelings, yet you will run around even in the face of danger. You seem to have no fears, but you must. For nothing knows not of fear. A cat hisses when threatened, dog's growl. You live your life peacefully until your time is done.

We humans attempt to prolong the inevitable, how I wish we will learn the lesson of yours.

But we do not, for we do not think the way you do, you are simply there. We are foolish.

Cara walked through the trees still blushing madly from having fallen asleep with her head in Gales lap. It was a complete accident; well it wasn't an accident though. She was just so tired and Gale was just so. She froze and hit her head on a tree.

"I did not just think that!"

"Think what?"

"Ach! Never mind you Gale!"

A/N:

Sorry I made you Oc Ande, I think that it's Oc because, well I don't see you very somber a lot.

But you probably are some times...

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Thanks for the reviews.

Sorry Raymond, I was going to add some chatter a bout your character but I got a bit distracted by the Cara and Gale set up.

That and The Diego thing was the point of this chapter.

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We also own a dog named Diego he's the sweetest thing on earth, and he is transported into the story.