"Harry, we have to hide," Hermione whispered frantically.

"Try find a way out. Be careful," Harry answered quietly. The trio and Tyler stood up. Harry, in the lead, poked his head around a shelf and looked at the doorway. Voldemort was standing there, over ten Death Eaters behind him.

"Come on out, Harry. I know you're here," Voldemort called. Harry pressed his back against the shelf, looking at Ron, Hermione, and Tyler. Tyler didn't look scared but Ron and Hermione did. Harry looked around, trying to figure something out to get them out safely.

"Climb up," he whispered, pointing at the bookshelf. They nodded and quietly began climbing up the shelves. They sat on the top and watched the darks wizards spread out through the library.

Ron, who was sitting beside Harry, whispered, "We need those files."

Harry nodded. "Accio files," he muttered. The files floated up to Harry and he grasped them tightly.

"Our bags," Ron pointed to the bags by the table.

"Damn. I can't summon those. They're too noticeable," Harry replied.

"The locket's in my bag," Ron stated. Harry's eyes grew wide. He looked around. He noticed an open window as well as an emergency exit. There were no Death Eaters by the window which was close to their bags. Harry gripped his wand and took a few deeps breaths.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry whispered. One of the bags slowly rose into the air. He directed the bag to the window and made it drop right outside. One down, three to go. Just as Harry was going to levitate another bag, a light flared up.

A table was on fire on the other side of the library and was knocked over. The fire was slowly spreading.

"Harry," Ron urged. Harry levitated a second bag and got it out the window. Harry looked back to the fire for it had gotten hot and bright. The fire had spread to them farthest bookshelf. It was in flames. "Harry."

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry whispered again. He was halfway to the window when he was suddenly falling. The bookcase was falling, bringing Ron and Harry with it.

"AHHHH!" Ron screamed with Harry. The bookcase beside their's was falling too with Hermione and Tyler. It overlapped Ron and Harry's, landing on Ron's leg and Harry's arm. They were trapped. The bookshelf that was on fire had been pushed over, making it slam into the neighbouring one. The shelves went down like dominoes.

"Harry, Ron. Are you okay?" Hermione whispered.

"We're stuck," Harry said. "Guys, run. Run." Voldemort was walking over to them with Death Eaters.

"No, I won't leave you two," Hermione shook her head, tears going down her cheeks.

"Go. We'll be fine. Go," Harry said. Ron was trying to lift the bookcase. Hermione was hesitant. She kissed Ron and Harry's cheeks then crawled out the window with Tyler. Harry looked at the table. Tyler had grabbed the other two bags.

"Hello, Harry," Voldemort said. Harry's head seared with pain. He fought to not scream out loud. "Let me help," he flicked his wand. The bookcase trapping Harry and Ron exploded. Harry's arm and Ron's leg was bleeding. Harry stood and helped Ron. They headed for the window but it slammed shut.

"Ron, can you walk?" Harry muttered.

"Voldemort's in front of me. I can run to London," Ron whispered back.

"There's an emergency exit over there. When I say, you have to run," Harry said, letting go of Ron.

"What about you?"

"I'll go through the window," Harry replied. "Get ready."

"Seems you have no where to go, Potter," Bellatrix sneered.

Harry closed his eyes. Tego texi tectum, Ron Weasley, he thought. He felt something fly around him then settle around Ron. He opened his eyes.

"Go. Now!" Harry shouted. "Stupefy!" he cast the spell and Ron took off running.

"Crucio!" Lucius Malfoy sent the curse at Ron, but it bounced off. Ron made it to the emergency exit and ran out the door.

"What did you do, Potter?" Summer yelled.

Voldemort raised a hand to silence her. "You will not escape me like you did sixteen years ago. There will be no loving sacrifice to save you. No Albus Dumbledore this time. This time, you will die," he said.

Harry was trapped against the wall. "That maybe but today is not my day." He swung his arm and put his elbow through the window. The glass shattered and Harry crawled out, ignoring the small bits of glass piercing his skin.

"Get him!" Voldemort cried. Harry ran around the library and found the others.

"Apparate!" he yelled.

"Where?" Hermione asked, tossing Harry his bags.

"Cheyenne's house!" Harry answered and disappeared.

"But-"

"Come on, Hermione," Ron grabbed her hand. They disappeared with Tyler.

It was two days later. Sirius had gotten a full ten hours of sleep and satisfied Tonks. Saying that Tonks owed him because he had done what she wanted, Sirius had Tonks continue to help save Seth.

"The way to prove someone impersonated Sirius is to pull the security tapes," Tonks said. She and Sirius were visiting Remus in the hospital again.

"How do we prove Seth was controlled though?" Sirius crossed his arms.

"Veritaserum," Remus said.

"What?"

"Veritaserum. Truth Potion," Remus repeated. "Give some to Seth and he has to tell the truth."

"I can't believe we didn't think of that," Tonks slapped her forehead.

"We might actually be able to save Seth," Sirius smiled.

"I hope so," Remus sighed. "Have you talked to Harry lately?"

"No, I haven't talked to him since the wedding," Sirius shook his head.

"He and his friends must be busy," Tonks replied.

"Must be," Remus and Sirius muttered. They didn't believe it though. They were praying it was true and nothing had happened to the trio.

Tonks saw their distressed looks. "I know you two are losing it about Harry and his friends, but we need to focus on other things. Things we can do something about. Things like Seth, Malfoy, Greyback and Tyler," she looked between them.

"You know we're perfectly capable of being worried about Harry while we work," Sirius said.

"I know that. I'm just saying put two percent of your worry for Harry into the world going to hell," Tonks crossed her arms.

"It hasn't gone to hell yet," Sirius stated.

"Note the use of the term 'yet'," Remus raised an eyebrow.

"That's merely saying we have time before the world collapses into total chaos," Sirius shrugged.

"Oh, come off it, Sirius. We plunged into total chaos almost two years ago. Now we're watching hell take over," Tonks grinned.

"Could you make the mood lighter?" Sirius said sarcastically. Tonks rolled her eyes and Remus chuckled.

"You should both get back to work," Remus said. "I'll see you in a couple days."

"See you, Remus," Tonks smiled and walked out the door. She headed to Kingsley's room to give him a quick goodbye.

"Where're we getting the Veritaserum, Moony?" Sirius asked, standing up.

"From home," Remus answered shortly.

"What?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows.

"There's some in the potion room."

"Why?"

"I dunno. I got some during Harry's third year for the Skeeter trial. I kept the remains," Remus shrugged.

"All right. I need to go. See you later, Moony," Sirius replied.

"Bye, Padfoot."

"We really should leave, Harry. You said yourself it's not safe here at all," Hermione said. The trio and Tyler had taken refuge in Vienna for two days. The files had told them nothing especially as there had been no file on Xenophilius Lovegood.

Harry wanted to say everywhere they went was unsafe, just like Tyler, but shoved the words aside. "We will leave. We just need to find out where to go," Harry replied, eating the dinner he had made for himself, Hermione, and Ron. Tyler had left to walk around and get fresh air, stating he was feeling ill. Ever since their encounter with Voldemort in Tennessee, Tyler had looked even more ill than he had been.

Luckily, Harry and Ron hadn't broken any bones when the bookcase collapsed on them. Instead they escaped with deep cuts and received apparently well-deserved slaps from Hermione. Instead of taking the time to heal the wounds, Harry insisted they just be wrapped up in bandages. Hermione had downright refused for ten minutes then gave in, too tired to argue with them any longer.

"How?" Ron asked.

"We need to look in that binder Cheyenne had. It'll help us a lot. Maybe there's something to get us back to San Diego. I don't know why, but I feel like San Diego is safer," Harry sighed.

"One minute," Hermione abandoned her plate and left the kitchen. A few seconds later she returned with a large book in her hands. She sat down again and placed it in the middle of the table.

"It's the binder," Ron gaped. "How-"

"When we had found Cheyenne dead, I took it. I knew there was information in there that would be vital. I knew we needed it," Hermione told her friends, getting back to her meal.

"You're amazing, Hermione," Harry smiled. He pushed his empty plate aside and pulled the binder towards himself.

"I know," she grinned.

Harry quickly flipped through the pages. "This is great. This will help so much."

"Here. I'll see if there's anything on Lovegood," Hermione took the binder and began looking as Harry and Ron washed the dishes.

"Back in the library when you told me I had to run, what did you do? I felt like there was something around me," Ron said to Harry.

"It was a spell. A shield, more specifically. It's called 'Tego texi tectum'," Harry replied. He waved his wand and a book came flying towards him. "Look." He and Ron sat down. Ron noticed the title on the book was Shielding, Protecting, and More.

"'Tego texi tectum. A spell used by one to protect another. It is wandless magic. The person casting the spell just has to think the incantation and add the name of the person they wish to shield at the end. Example; Tego texi tectum, Sarah Dawson. If someone wants to shield many people, they have to think the incantation and the location of where the people are. Example; Tego texi tectum, The Leaky Cauldron. It will place a shield around the location, protecting everyone there. There is a disadvantage. When used too often, too long, is used on more than twenty people, on a large place, or against very powerful magic, it can be very draining. Anyone who uses this spell must do so wisely or their magic could drain, putting their life in grave danger'," Ron finished reading the passage.

"I've been practicing since I found it a couple weeks ago. I tried to do it at the wedding, but I'm not able to yet and I was too distracted. It worked at the library though," Harry told him.

"That's cool. You have to be careful though. It's extremely dangerous if you drain your magic. You could-" Ron said quickly.

Harry smiled. "I could die, I know. Don't worry. I'll be careful."

"I might've found something," Hermione announced suddenly. They moved beside her to see the binder.

"Only a few more days, Tyler," Fenrir Greyback told his son.

"Great."

"You're not getting attached, are you?" Greyback growled.

"No, Father. Definitely not. I can't wait for the full moon," Tyler shook his head.

"Good. How are things going?"

"Fine. They are all injured though, not too badly. Granger trusts me very much which is helpful. Potter and Weasley don't trust me but allow me to stay because of Granger. Potter is getting suspicious. He's noticed I look ill. He has yet to discover why," Tyler answered.

"That's fine. There is no need to worry. Where are you heading off to next?"

"I don't know. I have to find out."

"Try not to raise anymore suspicion. It will be disastrous if they were to discover our plan," Greyback said.

"Yes, Father. I believe Weasley may leave in time. Because Granger trusts me, Weasley is angry. He is becoming much more distant with Potter and Granger," Tyler told him.

"That's excellent, Tyler. It will be brilliant if they split up," Greyback grinned. "That is excellent work, Tyler."

"Thank you, Father."

"Now, go back. They will be getting curious about your extended absence."

"Very well. Goodbye, Father," Tyler slightly bowed then walked away through the thick forest.

"We're going back to San Diego," Hermione said. "In the Hufflepuff house, there's a secret room in the attic."

"Maybe there's something there after all," Ron stated.

"Let's hope. We need anything," Harry nodded. "Have you guys noticed how ill Tyler looks?" he asked suddenly.

"I haven't really paid attention," Hermione shrugged.

"I've noticed. He is looking pale," Ron nodded.

"I've only ever seen one other person look the way Tyler does," Harry replied.

"Who?"

"Remus. Before the full moon when he was a werewolf."

"I thought we established that Tyler's not a werewolf?" Hermione frowned.

"We don't know that for sure, Hermione," Harry said.

"You've lived with a werewolf most of your life, you should know," Hermione snapped.

Harry stared at her. "It's been four years."

"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," Hermione apologized.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." Harry left the kitchen and went to his bedroom.

"I'm back," Tyler called out.

"Feeling better, Tyler?" Hermione asked.

"I was until I saw this," Tyler handed her a copy of the Daily Prophet. It was dated two days earlier.

Attack on Head of Magical Creatures Department
At ten forty-seven, Remus Lupin, head of the Department For the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, was attacked in his office by one Seth Ledger. Mr. Lupin is in critical condition. He was brought to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and close to death. It is said he is recovering, but must remain in the hospital for a week.

"Oh my God. We have to tell Harry," Ron said.

"Maybe we shouldn't," Tyler said.

"Why not?" Ron snapped. "He's my best friend. This is his uncle whom he loves more than anything."

"I agree with Ron, Tyler. Harry needs to know. He'd do the same for us," Hermione nodded.

"Hear me out on this," Tyler said.

"We're listening."

"If we tell him, he'll be distracted. He won't want to do anything. He might even want to go back and abandon your mission," Tyler explained.

"No! He has to know," Ron said angrily.

"Ron, Tyler has a point. This might distract Harry too much from what we have to do," Hermione answered slowly.

"What? Hermione! Remus is in the hospital. He almost died. Harry has to know," Ron stared at her in disbelief.

"I have to know what?" Harry had returned to the kitchen. Hermione hid the paper behind her back. She and Tyler looked at Ron, waiting to see if he would tell or not.

"Ron? What's up?"

Ron hesitated. He didn't know what to do. After what felt like hours, Ron sighed. "Nothing, mate. It's nothing."

"All right," Harry looked at them curiously. "We'll leave around lunchtime tomorrow," he added, grabbing a glass of water.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Harry," Hermione nodded. Harry stared at them. They were acting strange. He left and went back to his room.

"You're doing the right thing, Ron," Hermione touched his arm.

"Yeah, whatever," Ron left the kitchen. Instead of going to his room, Ron headed in the opposite direction to Harry's bedroom. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," Harry called. Ron walked in. Harry was sitting on the bed, his wand out. He had been writing again. He waved his wand and the writing disappeared. "What's up, mate?" he asked, putting his wand on the end table.

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk," Ron replied, sitting on the bed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine," Ron nodded. "Do you really think Tyler's a werewolf?"

"I don't know. I do believe my dream about him is real. Maybe him being a werewolf is wrong, but it makes sense," Harry shrugged. "Do you think he's a werewolf?"

"Harry, as long as it's something bad, I'll believe it," Ron raised an eyebrow. Harry laughed, agreeing. "Harry, I have to tell you something."

"What's up?"

"Harry, two-" Ron was interrupted when the door opened. It was Hermione.

"Ron, we need to sleep. Come to bed," she said.

"Hermione, me and Harry are talking."

"No, she's right. We need to get to sleep. We'll talk in the morning," Harry shook his head. "Good night, guys."

"Night," Ron sighed and followed Hermione.

"Sirius, we can't get a trial for Seth for three weeks," Tonks said.

"Damn. Well, I guess it'll give us time to finalize everything," Sirius sighed.

"That's true," Tonks nodded. She noticed Sirius was looking at something on his desk. She craned her neck and saw a picture of Harry laughing and hugging Sirius. "He's fine. The Trio is doing fine. They're probably asleep right now. Calm down."

"How the hell am I supposed to calm down, Tonks? Huh? Tell me how I'm supposed to calm down when my nephew is out hunting Voldemort with his two friends! Explain it to me because I'm dying to know!" Sirius stated angrily.

"Sirius, Harry is strong. You and Remus raised him well. He knows how to protect himself," Tonks crossed her arms.

"It's pretty much been a month. The son of Fenrir Greyback is with them! The full moon is in five days!" Sirius threw his hands in the air.

"You're not the only one worried about Harry. If something happened to Harry, you wouldn't be the only one to suffer. There are a lot of people who love him. You need to stop being a prick," Tonks said.

"Excuse me if I happen to be one of the people who loves Harry more than anything. Me and Remus are the ones who raised him," Sirius glared.

"You're a git, Sirius. A right, foul git," Tonks snapped then walked away. Sirius slammed his office door in anger then sat down and put his face in his hands.