(A/N) Hi all, hope this isn't too late for you. I tried to get this done as quickly as possible with the time given to me. Unfortunately, the workload of the multiple courses I'm taking have bogged me down, leaving tid-bits of time for this.

Hope it wasn't too long a wait for you and I apologise for a 'grammatically incorrect' chapter. I uploaded after a busy day and it was done in a hour.

Harry woke to a warm body atop him. Hermione. He couldn't help but remember that night when Hermione had agreed to be his soul mate. It seemed so long ago. Now here he lay, underneath her warm body; much to his misfortune thinking about that and the young women resting on him sparked a teenage reaction.

He needed a cold shower.

Hermione was harmlessly oblivious to Harry's obvious problem concerning her. Now all Harry had to do was get out from under her limp frame and take a shower; preferably cold.

After five minutes of trying and failing to move her, Harry gave up and held her tightly against him, her wonderful hair spraying over his chest and tickling his neck.

She was wonderful. She had given him confidence and inspired him to deal with the Dursley situation, at the cost of her own emotional state that reared up every time she saw the scars that clothed his back.

She had been there for him through three years of his life, she would hopefully be beside him for the remainder of it. "I love you, Hermione Jane Potter," he whispered into her ear. Hermione woke at the sound of her new name.

She was Mrs Hermione Jane Potter. That sank in like a tonne of bricks. Sure they'd been soul bonded, but she wanted to go through the usual process as well.

She smiled, flashing her white teeth at him. She loved the way she could make Harry's eyes light up with so much happiness from something so simple as a smile. The knowledge warmed her heart.

"What are you smiling for?" Harry asked, smiling himself.

"Mrs Potter," Hermione replied, as if that was the explanation.

Harry was confused. "Umm, yeah? That's you, Hermione." He spoke to her like a parent spoke to a child.

Hermione shrugged and giggled. "Guess it hasn't fully rubbed in yet." She looked up at him. "I love you, you know that right?"

Harry gazed lovingly at her, "Likewise, Hermione. I love you too." He fell back asleep, much to Hermione amusement.

Half an hour later, Hermione still had her head on her loves chest, taking in his every feature. Words didn't do him justice. Her lusting eyes travelled up from his abdomen to his lean arm muscles.

She lay her head back down and curled into a ball beside him, she could feel him turn and spoon against her, his arm encircling her; her knees tucked against her chest.

They woke an hour later, showered and went to meet Daphne, Tracey and Nev. "Morning guys," Harry greeted them.

"Morning," They chorused.

"Anything going on aside getting our heads chewed off during double potions?"

"Yeah, actually there is," Daphne said. All heads turned to her, the unasked question in their gazes. "The tri-wizard tournament is to be held here at Hogwarts!" she exclaimed.

-Insert tumbleweed- The silence was drowning. Neville, who was usually very nervous around the pretty Slytherin girl, nodded in comprehension, "Yeah Gran said they'd be holding the Tri-wizard here this time."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and managed to get in on the conversation, "This is great and all but what, for those of us who are muggleborn or might as well be, is the Tri-wizard Tournament?"

Daphne face-palmed, "Sorry, Hermione... well to answer the question. The Tri-wizard tournament is a set of challenges set up by the board designed to test those who enter their name-"

"How are they chosen?"

"If you'd let me finish," Daphne frowned and spoke in a lightly reprimanding tone. "Which is decided by a magical artefact known as the Goblet of Fire. Now, in the Tri-wizard, the three best magical schools have one of their number selected by the Goblet, assuming they wished to enter. The three chosen go through a three-part tournament. The contest is designed to test their endurance, will power, ability to think spontaneously, adapt and pass."

"Are there any sort of, uhh, requirements?" Tracey asked.

"Yes, at least there is now. In the past there was no age limit to whom could sign up for the Tri-wizard. They soon found people were being overly rash and decided to only allow mature, elder students compete. The one thousand galleon prize was worth the risk in many younger students's eyes. So now there is an age limit of seventeen."

Harry nodded, silently thanking Daph for the information. "Let's head down for breakfast." And cue for Harry's stomach to growl... there it goes.

The group of friends laughed and poked fun at Harry because his stomach wouldn't stop talking after it first started. It was honestly worrying him, his stomach hadn't chatted to him this much since his had been well... Dursley-d.

Hermione poked his stomach. After five minutes of listening to it, it seemed she had finally become irritated. Unfortunately Harry, being the owner of the tummy in question, had nails piercing into his skin; causing him to wince.

Amelia Bones was grumpy, scratch that she was fed up. Lucius Malfoy had managed an inexplicable escape and there had been no word of him since. They could suspect and investigate all they wanted but they had no luck so far.

Fortunately she had a leave today, and she was going to make full use of it by spending time with Sirius, Merlin knew how much she had missed that man. It had almost caused her physical harm to see him so thin after thirteen years. His ribs had been protruding from his skin, each and every one was defined in a sickening manner, his stomach which had been a lean, but not heavily muscled, had sunk in so far that the distance from his back to front was little more than three inches.

In short the man she knew had gone and was replaced with a shell of what he had once been.

But now, after weeks of proper nutrition and exercise, Sirius was in better shape. He was still bone-y but the years of mistreatment weren't erased in such a small space of time.

She flooed to Potter Mansion to find Sirius on the couch with two teenage girls on either side, both cuddling into him, clutching at him like a lifeline. She had been in contact with the goblins and had been informed of the disgusting occurrences in Malfoy Manor. More than a little unpleased, she was glad of what Sirius had done in Diagon Alley.

And it looked like he was dropping off too. From the bags all around the trio on the couch, she gathered he had taken them clothes shopping. More than likely as a way to help them come back to normal life.

Men, she sighed mentally. They never change.

She decided to leave them be until they woke. Inspiration struck her, a big F word. FOOD. With Sirius's increased nose sensitivity from being a mutt he would smell food from a mile off. Now she thought about it a dungbomb would be good too.

Remus Lupin was on an errand. Or a hunt if you prefer. He'd managed to get the day off as long as he returned at four thirty pm for his one and only lesson of the day. Naturally he had promised.

He was tired, so tired. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. Tranforming. The nightmares of transforming and the burdening worry that he would bite someone and lay this infliction upon another being.

He made himself sick. He apparated away to a muggle restaurant he had once visited.

There, he ordered a simply fish and chips, feeling that traditional food was the best answer right now. He sniffed the air and kept his ears sharp, glad of his abilities for a change. And being a werewolf he had many. Even out of transformation he was stronger than many ordinary humans, better eyesight, better hearing, seeing and far more sensitive touch.

So he was surprised to find a scent of a man he hadn't seen in a very long time. Following his trusty nose, Remus caught sight of him. Blonde hair, pale, thin shouldered. Malfoy. The name ran through his head.

Sirius had owled him with the happenings in the Malfoy home that day. It had sent him into a rage. The normally gentle and caring man unleashed the roaring of the beast within him. He had been furious, scratch that he had been apocalyptic.

What a coincidence, what a fortunate coincidence.

Now, seeing the man eating there with a child, who was clearly under the imperious, the unfamiliar feeling of defensiveness welled within him. The wolf had added a new member to it's pack today.

It didn't take very long for Remus to eat his meal and to watch Malfoy, as the pale blonde man walked out, trailed by the girl, Remus got up to follow.

A mile down the road Lucius entered a house, leaving a plotting Remus outside. Now he could make a joke of this or he could simply go in there and give the man a beating. The latter was chosen, his anger had him nearly stealing his rationality- which he luckily managed to keep in tact.

He waited outside for a couple of hours. He was pretty sure Malfoy would not be expecting anyone.

He took a firm hold of the door handle and heaved the door open. What he hadn't counted on was how long it had been since had used these powers and how much control they required.

He had pulled the door clean of its hinges. Mentally shrugging, he made his way forward before remembering and setting anti-apparition and portkey wards for over a mile.

He found Lucius relaxing on a chair, infuriatingly calm and asleep. Remus broke. Reductos, cutting curses, stinging hexes aimed in the right places, confudus's and turning the chair into a series of iron chains.

Malfoy woke with screams of agony. Every sensitive spot on his body slathered in cuts and his shoulder was half blown off.

He fell to the ground with a thunk, unconscious from blood loss. Remus turned to the girl, being sure not to scare her by throwing Lucius's body out of sight.

Her release from the imperious was one he had experienced often. She dropped to the ground and sobbed into her hands. Muggles, unlike wizards, had no recollection of their time under the imperious. Her last memory would be of her family dying in front of her.

Remus sank to her level, in silent support. Finally, after ten minutes she looked up and took him in. The man was completely relaxed, calm and oozed compassion and kindness. Unthinkingly she threw herself at him and sobbed into his shoulder, crying hard with the tears cascading down her face.

Saying 'shh, shh," or "there, there," probably wouldn't go down to well, so Remus remained silent and holding the sobbing frame of the girl.

Finally, the tears stopped. Remus thanked whatever finished her tears, he felt her emotional pain. She clutched at him tighter, wishing not to lose the calming effect of human contact. He lifted her easily and took her to Potter Mansion.

Grindelwald grinned crookedly to himself. He was back on English shores. Unexpected and- as of yet- uncoordinated, the English would be unprepared for the havoc he could cause. In the English defence there had been many shortened leashes regarding Dark Wizards. Previously it was stunning only, now tougher measures had been put in place.

He had heard that a member of the Bones Family, a much respected but dwindling he noted, was in charge of the DMLE in the U.K. he was apprehensive with his charge because of that. He knew, from past experience, that fucking around with a member of the Bones Family was more than likely going to end up being one of the worst days of your life.

Especially if they were in power.

He couldn't quite remember his location, a few decades in prison does no good for your geographical positioning, but their were white cliffs and he stood alone.

There, he contemplated how to approach his great godson. He was barely recognisable to anybody who knew him, or was actually still alive. He was sure the young Black would welcome him after he had introduced himself as his godfather. Informing young Sirius of his identity would be a mistake; no good would some from that.

What would he do? He could feel the Black and Potter magical energies, a power he had found most useful. Focusing on a person he could gain a rough indication of their magical strength and general location.

He frowned, the location of the young- by his standards- Black was hazy. Black must have a safehouse; a bloody good one. It had to be layered in so many different protective enchantments by countless generations for his Sight not to penetrate it.

He loosened his aged joints and apparated with a whisper of a noise.

Arriving in a derelict magical settlement, abandoned in WWII after the wards surrounding it failed. Now he had to think. Wand or distant relations? The Elder wand would make him nigh invincible, but he could defeat a small army without one. Family, would solidify his thoughts, give him a internal purpose. Sure he had his own purpose; it was to slaughter his enemies and guard his family.

Dilemma, a beast that ripped at your mind, overcame him. Family or Foe? Which came first? Foe would mean defeating any potential dangers to his family- no matter how distant- would be neutralised.

Inside his robes he fingered the priceless jem in an inner pocket.

Voldemort's plans had sped up, he had called his death eaters to him, careful to keep his anger in check, mindful that should he lose that concentration the majority of his magical energy keeping his body together would flit away.

"For now you are being let off for your past misgivings, I command you all to rally followers and recruit more. Report back when our numbers are over half a thousand. You have... a month."

None dared disobey him, but couldn't help but shiver. A month? To locate a over five hundred followers? Uh oh.

Panicked was to weak a word to describe Voldemort's thoughts. He was fairly sure that, even if he regained his wand and former power, a man of Grindelwald's legend and strength would inevitably defeat him- no matter how much he hated to admit it.

He had magical Britain on her knees, Grindelwald had magical Europe pleading with him. Britain, Europe.

He had studied Grindelwald's legend. Even at the height of his power, Grindelwald had never struck down needlessly. Letting his followers do the work for him, and Merlin did he have followers.

The overall magical population of Europe ranged in at about a million or two. Grindelwald's people had gained approximately twenty-thousand at the height of his Dark reign.

It had taken a surprise attack from The Order of The Phoenix and it's leader, Dumbledore, to take one man down.

There was a reason Grindelwald had been feared throughout the magical world.

Claws and Tails playfully trotted beside one another, the larger wold nuzzling into the side of his companion and mate. He could see the affection in her darkened eyes. He barked in question, Are you alright?

She gave a low whine, No.

Concerned, he pawed her side gently, What's wrong?

She stopped and turned back towards, coming closer and laying her head into her companions furry shoulder. He did the same to her, in a weird sort of wolf hug.

I feel that something's up with Britain. Like it's darkening. Hermione replied with another low whine.

A twig snapped behind them, turning quickly they saw Daphne, Tracey and Nev standing there watching them warily. Harry and Hermione quickly realised that none knew they had animagus forms and were nervous.

Deciding to have some fun, Harry charged them, loving the wind against his furry face. He watched as they took off, scared witless. Then he dropped and rolled onto his back, in what might have been counted for as laughter.

Daphne was an observant person, however, and saw the same emerald eyes that Harry had, she sat down metres away from the wolf which was staring at her, sniffing the air. "Harry?"

The wolf tilted it's head to the side, much like a curious puppy. It looked so cute Daphne had to rub her hands through it's wavy fur. She reached out with one hand and began scratching behind the wolfs ear, with the animal leaning in harder and harder into her touch.

She noticed a second wolf coming out behind her and pawing at her back, startled she let loose a loud, 'Eek!' But quickly relaxed, seeing as the second wolf, which was undeniably female, didn't attack.

She quickly made to rub behind the females ear as well, getting much the same reaction as the male.

"Harry, Hermione?" She asked. Both wolves nodded their agreement, transforming back into their human forms, to the astonishment of Neville and Tracey.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, "I have got to get you to do that again!" He exclaimed.

Hermione made the same movement through her own hair, "Damn right, Harry!" She turned to Daphne. "I'd pay you if you did that again," She joked.

"We can talk about it later," Daphne replied. "I'm not sure it's my ideal job. Scratching your two friends' ears even if they are in animagus form."

Harry processed what she had said, and he chuckled before becoming serious, "Guys... and girls, I'd apperciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this, it's kind of a secret."

Neville smiled, "We'd never betray you, Harry."

Daphne looked conflicted. "What's wrong, Daphne?" Harry asked, softly.

"My- my, uhh, sister is in a spot of, umm, trouble. With our parents... over a betrothal contract."

(A/N) Haha, uploaded on time for a change! Surprise, surprise! About the same as my average chapter: 3. something k words.

This may soon be rated M but I'm, as of yet, unsure.