In a pool of blood and a look of horror on her face, Cheyenne was on the floor, her throat and chest ripped open. Her mouth was open in a scream and her eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh, Cheyenne," Hermione whispered.

"What's that?" Ron pointed to a piece of parchment on the broken table.

Harry picked it up. "It's a letter," he read. "'Watch out, Trio. Be careful who you talk to. The next person could end up in the same position as Cheyenne Hudson. Fenrir Greyback'."

"It was Greyback. He did this. He killed Cheyenne," Hermione said sadly.

"But why?" Ron asked.

"To stop us. To stop Cheyenne from telling us anything else. Somehow he knew she was helping us. He waited until we left and killed her," Harry answered. He watched as Hermione picked up a thick book with spots of blood on it.

"It's the binder Cheyenne showed us," she replied.

"We need to get out of here. Aurors will be here soon," Harry said. He looked around. His eyes landed on a copy of the Daily Prophet on the love seat. He picked it up. "It's today's paper," he pocketed it.

"Is this that place?" a voice outside asked. The trio and Tyler whipped around to face the door.

"Yep. Let's go," another voice said. It was Sirius and Tonks with a bunch of Aurors!

"We have to get out of here," Hermione squeaked.

"Apparate back to the tent. Quickly," Harry answered. As soon as they disappeared, Sirius, Tonks, and the other Aurors entered the living room.

"My God," Tonks gasped.

"Who is this again?" Sirius asked.

"Cheyenne Hudson," Sanders answered. "Twenty-three years old. Lived here alone."

"Sirius, there's a letter here," Tonks said. Sirius took the parchment from Tonks.

Watch out, Trio. Be careful who you talk to. The next person could end up in the same position as Cheyenne Hudson.
Fenrir Greyback

"Sirius?" Tonks breathed.

"They were here. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were here. What if they got attacked by Greyback?" Sirius looked at Tonks who gazed back sadly. He pulled out his Communicator.

"Name please."

"Remus Lupin."

"Hi, Padfoot," Remus greeted. He was looking at a piece of parchment hastily writing.

"Moony, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tyler were at an attack scene. Greyback killed a woman. There was a note left for Harry and his friends. They may have been attacked or captured by Greyback," Sirius said gravely.

Remus stopped writing. "What?"

"We don't know for sure, but Greyback left a note for them," Sirius stated.

"We should try call Harry just to make sure they're all right," Remus suggested.

"Yeah. I'm busy with this attack, could you try? I'll try later on," Sirius nodded.

"Yeah, of course. See you later, Padfoot," Remus agreed.

"That was close," Ron sighed in relief as they settled in the tent.

"We have to destroy the locket within the next week. It's too dangerous to hold onto much longer," Harry said, sitting down, his face in his hands.

"We also need to go to this house," Hermione added.

"We'll go tomorrow. Obviously werewolves are following us. I don't know how, but they are," Harry answered.

"We have to be careful. Werewolves must be close by still," Hermione said.

"In'omin' 'all 'rom 'Emus 'On 'U'in. 'Cept or 'line 'all?" a muffled voice said.

"What's that?" Tyler asked.

"Communicator. One minute," Harry went into his bedroom. Sitting heavily on the bed, he picked up his bag and dug around for his Communicator.

"Incoming call from Remus John Lupin. Accept or decline call?" the voice repeated.

Harry hesitated. Should he talk to Remus when it was so dangerous? "Accept."

"Harry, thank-what's wrong, pup?" Remus said, worried.

Harry hadn't realized he was lightly crying. He quickly wiped his cheeks with his sleeve. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Come on, pup. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Remus," Harry pulled his legs to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. Remus looked at him knowingly. Harry sighed. "Just stressed out. I'll be fine."

"Did you get hurt in the attack and killing of Cheyenne Hudson?"

"No. We weren't there when Greyback attacked," Harry shook his head.

"Good. Sirius and I were worried."

"We'll I'm fine. We're all fine. Stop worrying," Harry snapped at his uncle. "I have to go. The four of us are leaving in the morning. We need to sleep."

"Be careful, pup. Love you," Remus stated.

"Yeah, okay. You too." Harry shut the Communicator off and shoved it in his bag. Sticking his head out the door, he called, "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"G'night," the three called back to him.

Harry lay on his back and stared at the canvas ceiling, illuminated by the ball of fire Harry had conjured and placed on his bedside table. He was tired but couldn't sleep. He took out his wand and began writing in the air. He wrote 'Tyler Grey' and underlined it. He began making point form notes about Tyler. When he finished, he had seven points.

Tyler Grey

1. Saved us from Death Eaters
2. Just happened to appear where we were being attacked
3. Father is "supposedly" the werewolf registrant
4. Father knows Remus
5. Tyler likes Hermione and hates Ron
6. Looking ill. Not from being drunk
7. Tyler knows his way around San Diego

Harry was trying to figure out who Tyler was. The points that really stood out were numbers two, four, and six. He stared at number six. It was true. Tyler was looking ill and Harry knew it had nothing to do with the hangover. He moved his gaze to number four. Who was Tyler's father and how did Tyler's father know Remus? Harry frowned. Not understanding these points about Tyler was making Harry uneasy about letting him stay with them. Finally he stared at point number two. Why had Tyler been in that Californian forest in the exact area and at the exact time Harry and his friends were being attacked? It didn't make any sense. Everything he knew about Tyler Grey made no sense. Harry moved the facts about Tyler to the side and began writing again.

Vienna, Austria, Europe - Cheyenne Hudson - Descendant of Helga Hufflepuff - Killed by Fenrir Greyback to stop her from helping them - Lovegoods may know location of Hufflepuff's goblet - Goblet may be Horcrux - Cheyenne Hudson may have found Hufflepuff's possessions in a house five years ago.

Harry frowned. It seemed like everything was connected. Maybe Tyler Grey was connected to everything somehow. He didn't know. Harry also moved this information to the side. He raised his wand.

Horcruxes Remaining

Hufflepuff's = Goblet?
Gryffindor's = Sword
Animal = Nagini
Soul = ?

He hoped the goblet was the Horcrux of Hufflepuff. If it wasn't, he had no where left to turn. He was tired of hitting dead ends. Hopefully they would find something the next day at the house. Harry sighed and waved his wand. All the writing disappeared. He put his wand on the bedside table then rolled onto his side, facing away from the door. It was pretty quiet, except for the soft speaking of Tyler and Hermione. Ron remained quiet. Harry guessed Ron must have gotten over Tyler humiliating himself and gone back to hating him. Harry wasn't sure how long it was before he fell asleep, but when he did, it was anything but relaxing and peaceful.

"Someone find me Smith right now!" Sirius demanded when he got back to the Ministry from Cheyenne Hudson's house.

"Right away, sir," Aurors Richards, Watson, and Bernard left in search of Auror Kyle Smith. Sirius sat down in his office and opened the Malfoy case. He picked up a quill and began writing. He ignored it when someone knocked on the door.

"Padfoot, open the door. Padfoot," Remus called, knocking. Sirius ignored his friend. "Fine. See you later, Sirius," Remus walked away.

"Mr. Black! It's Auror Watson!" Auror Courtney Watson called through the door.

Sirius dropped his quill and rubbed his face irritably. "What do you want?"

"I have Auror Smith, sir."

Sirius opened the door. "Thanks, Watson. You can go," Watson nodded and walked away. "Come in, Smith. Sit down," Smith sat on the sofa as Sirius shut the door.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, you told Barty Crouch Sr. that me and Remus were at Godric's Hollow."

"I had to. You were suspended and Lupin was close. I had no choice. You were violating your suspension," Smith said defiantly.

"You had me fired! You had Remus suspended! We were lucky Crouch died!" Sirius shouted.

"In my defence, you and Lupin shouldn't be working here. You have a kid hunting down a dark wizard."

"It was you. You told the press about Greyback and Harry. Are you trying to destroy the Ministry?"

"No, just your career."

"You're fired! Be out of here in a half hour," Sirius growled. Smith glared at him, threw the door open, and went to clean out his office. Sirius sat down heavily at his desk and returned to the file.

"Sirius?"

Sirius looked up at his doorway to see Tonks. "Hi."

"Fired Smith?"

"Yes. I have three spots to fill. By the time this war is over, I'll have to get a whole new team. You, Kingsley, and Sanders will be the only ones left," Sirius sighed, nodding.

"Maybe you'll get a better team next time. One without a snitch in it," Tonks smiled.

"I'm hoping my next team will include Harry. He didn't know if he wanted to be an Auror or work in Remus' department," Sirius replied.

"I would love to work with Harry. He's amazing at duelling," Tonks said.

"Yes, he is," Sirius nodded. "Kingsley still all right?"

"Oh, yeah. He loves this time off," Tonks grinned.

"Warn him that he has to make up for lost time when he gets back," Sirius smirked. Tonks laughed and went back to her office.

"Seth, we have to do something about Greyback and Tyler. Fast," Remus ran into Seth's office. "Tyler is with Harry and his friends."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. He's helping them," Remus shrugged.

"It must be some kind of plan," Seth said.

"That's what I thought too," Remus nodded. "We have got to find a way to catch these guys. I can't believe I'm making you do this, but give Leah Barlow everything you're working on. The only thing I'm having you work on is this. Don't stop. Do anything you think of. I don't care what it is, just do it. Do nothing but this."

Seth stared at him. "Are you sure, Remus?"

"Absolutely. I need your help on this, Seth."

Seth stayed silent for a bit. "Okay. I'll do it. Let me find Leah and I'll get started. If I need to do something or whatever, do I consult you?"

"No," Remus shook his head. "Just do it. You don't have to ask me."

"Okay, I'll get started," Seth nodded. He began gathering papers on his desk then went to find Leah Barlow. Remus walked back to his office and started his own process to try come up with something.

Harry walked forwards. He didn't know why, but he had a strong impulse telling him to walk forwards into the darkness. He walked on even though he had a voice in his head telling him to turn around and run. Harry stopped at a clearing. He pushed a low-lying branch out of his way so he could see the scene before him. There was a small canvas tent with tiny lights flickering. Harry's eyes widened. It was their tent! The tent he, Ron, Hermione, and Tyler were using.

"Over here. Quietly," a hushed voice said from the darkness opposite him. He watched. Figures began emerging from the trees. He gasped and snapped his gaze to the sky. It was a full moon! A scream came from the tent. It was Hermione. A few seconds later, Harry and Ron ran from the ten, their wands raised, Hermione behind them. Tyler appeared soon after. He was a werewolf! He had set up an attack!

"Harry, there's more," Ron said.

"Tyler did this. Getting close to us was part of the plan," Harry answered. "Look out!" Tyler suddenly lunged at the trio. Harry and Ron fell to the ground, but Tyler landed on Hermione, pinning her down.

"Hermione! Use magic!" Harry and Ron cried, fighting off attacking werewolves.

"I'm not of age!" she shouted back.

"Who cares?" Harry ducked as a werewolf jumped over his head. Hermione tried to get her wand from her pocket, but Tyler took her arm and bit down hard. She screamed.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry yelled. The spell hit Tyler and lacerations opened up all over his body.

"Hermione!" Ron cried, running to her. "She's been bit!"

Harry looked at his friends then at Tyler. The young werewolf was still bleeding but wasn't breathing. "He's dead." All the werewolves had their eyes on Harry. They wanted revenge now. "We have to get out of here." Harry waved his wand at the tent and it folded itself. "RUN!" Ron lifted Hermione and the Trio took off running. The werewolves tore after them.

Harry sat upright in his bed. His breathing was heavy and fast and he was sweating. He frowned. That was the second time in two days that his dream seemed real. Harry looked at the clock. It was eight-thirty. They would have to get up soon and get going. Harry grabbed the copy of the Daily Prophet he was gotten from Cheyenne's house off the end table. He looked at the front page.

Ministry Attacked!

At 12:09p.m. today, Death Eaters penetrated the Ministry walls again and attacked. The office of Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, was set on fire. Thanks to the fast reactions of the Aurors, the fire was extinguished before it could spread throughout the building. The Aurors, however, were not quick enough to save the life of Mr. Barty Crouch Sr.

Harry's jaw dropped. It had happened. His dream had happened. The office was on fire. Crouch Sr. was dead. He pulled on his sweater then ran to the room Hermione and Ron were occupying.

"Guys, wake up. Get up," he shook them and they woke.

"Wha' 'appen'?" Ron mumbled.

"It happened. It was real. It happened," Harry said.

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked, sitting up and yawning.

"My dream. Of the Ministry attack. Of Crouch Sr. being murdered. It happened. It happened yesterday while we were at Cheyenne's," Harry shoved the paper into Hermione's hands.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"There's something else," Harry continued. Ron had finally gotten up and was staring at Harry intently. "I just had another dream."

"About what?"

"About Tyler," Harry replied. His friends stared at him.

"So Smith is gone?" Kingsley asked. Sirius had gone to the hospital again to visit his second-in-command.

"Yes. Left twenty minutes ago," Sirius nodded.

"Tonks said you have three spaces to fill."

"Yeah. I'll probably need a whole team by the time this war is over. Besides you, Tonks, and Sanders anyways," Sirius sighed.

"Maybe Harry will apply after he's done saving the world from complete and utter disaster," Kingsley grinned.

"Shut up!" Sirius glared. "That reminds me. Tyler Grey is with Harry and his friends."

"Who the hell is Tyler Grey?" Kingsley frowned.

"Fenrir Greyback's nineteen year old werewolf son," Sirius said casually.

Kingsley stared at his boss in shock. "Greyback has a son? Why would Tyler be helping the kids?"

"Remus and I think it's a plan Greyback has," Sirius replied.

"Sounds reasonable. This is probably a stupid question but do the kids know about Tyler?" Kingsley wondered.

"You're right. That is a stupid question, but no, they don't know," Sirius shook his head.

"You should tell them. They're in big danger with Tyler there," Kingsley stated.

"Tyler must be waiting for a sign to set off whatever they're planning. Otherwise he would have done something already," Sirius replied.

"But when is that sign going to come? As long as you don't know that, your kid and his friends are in major trouble," Kingsley sighed.

"Are you trying to ease my nerves? You're horrible at it," Sirius crossed his arms.

Kingsley rolled his eyes. "I'm not doing anything."

"I should get back. I'll try come by again. If I don't, see you in a few days," Sirius stood.

"See ya, boss," Kingsley waved as Sirius walked out.

"Harry, what happened in the dream?" Hermione asked.

"It was night time. I was walking through a forest and I came to a clearing. Our tent was there. Then people walked out of the forest opposite me. Hermione screamed. Me and Ron came out of the tent with Hermione behind us. Tyler came out too. A couple minutes later, everyone, including Tyler, turn into werewolves. Tyler set up the attack. Tyler jumped at us. Ron and I fell to the ground, but Tyler landed on Hermione. While Ron and I are fighting off werewolves, I tell Hermione to use magic. She says she's not of age so I tell her to do it anyways. Hermione tried to get her wand but Tyler bit her on the arm. I hit Tyler with 'Sectumsempra'. Tyler dies. Ron picked up Hermione and we run, werewolves follow. Then I woke up," Harry explained the dream.

"That can't be real. Tyler's not a werewolf. He's been helping us," Hermione shook her head. Harry didn't speak. He was thinking of Tyler. There was something strange about Tyler.

"Maybe just the part of getting attacked by werewolves is real," Ron said.

"Maybe. Let's get ready. We have to get to that house soon," Harry walked out of the room and went to his own. They all dressed then went to the kitchen and made a small breakfast.

"What do you think we'll find at this place?" Ron asked as they ate.

"Nothing," Harry replied simply.

"Then why are we going?" Ron frowned.

"Maybe I'm wrong," Harry answered.

A/N: Hey, hope you liked it. Don't forget to review. :]