Harry yawned and stretched. He knew it was early and he would be the only one awake. He looked at his digital clock. It was seven twenty-five. He didn't know why he was up so early but he couldn't seem to sleep, so he dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. He walked past the table to the cupboard to get a bowl. He suddenly stopped and a frown placed itself on his face. He turned and stared at the table. He saw the familiar black and white moving wizard paper, the Daily Prophet. He picked it up and saw it was dated five days prior. He read the article, his eyes widening.

"What the-?" Harry breathed. "Ron! Hermione!" he yelled angrily. He burst into their room when they didn't respond.

"Whasgoinon?" Ron mumbled.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, yawning.

"This!" he threw the paper at them.

"Oh, Harry, we-" Hermione began.

"Were you going to tell me about this? Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" Harry yelled.

"We were going to tell you. Harry, we thought it was better you didn't know," Hermione said.

"Why the hell did you think that? This is my uncle!"

"I know, I know. It's just, Tyler-"

"That makes perfect sense! Of course he had something to do with it!" Harry cried. "Ron, why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried. I tried three days ago. When Hermione came in when I was starting to tell you. Tyler and Hermione didn't want you to know. I wanted to tell you," Ron explained quickly.

"I can't believe you kept this from me just because Tyler said so. You knew I should have been told. You knew it, but you listened to him instead," Harry said, staring at Hermione.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I-" she stated.

"Save it," Harry left the room and they heard him go outside.

"I told you we shouldn't have kept it from him," Ron said, getting dressed.

"But Tyler said-"

"Yeah, and I said I don't trust Tyler. It still stands," Ron, fully dressed, walked from the bedroom. He crumpled up the paper and threw it in the garbage. He sighed and headed outside. He found Harry leaning against a tree, playing with his watch that was like the Weasley clock but had pictures of Harry, Sirius, and Remus instead.

"Hey, mate," Harry said without looking at him.

"Hey," Ron stood beside him. "I'm really sorry, mate. I should have told you even when they told me not to."

"Don't worry about it. Remus is obviously still alive and fine because he's at work with Sirius," Harry held up the watch for Ron to see.

"I still should have told you. You're my best friend and it's your uncle. You deserved to know."

"Yeah, I deserved to know but it's no big deal," Harry nodded.

"It is a big deal. What if Remus had died? You wouldn't have known because we were stupid and listened to Werewolf Boy in there," Ron said. Harry laughed. "It's just that I know if it had been someone from my family, you would have told me. I didn't do what you would have."

"Are you comparing yourself to me?" Harry looked at Ron who shrugged. "Don't. You don't want to be me. I don't even want to be me half the time. All the stupid annoying fame, a cursed scar, an evil dark wizard hunting me, a prophecy that says I either die or become a killer, no parents. The other half of the time when I do want to be me, I only do because you guys and Remus and Sirius. If it weren't for all of you, I would despise my entire life. Don't compare yourself to me. It's not worth it," he smiled.

Ron smiled back. "I'm just really sorry."

"I know. I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at Hermione either. I'm actually just irritated and pissed at Tyler," Harry nodded.

"It's hard not to be irritated and pissed at Tyler," Ron said. Harry laughed. "So we're cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool," Harry grinned. "Let's have breakfast," he added and they re-entered the tent. Tyler was still asleep but Hermione was sitting in a chair, flipping through the binder once more.

"Harry, I want to apologize. We should have told you. I should have told you," she said.

"It's all right, Hermione. Tyler's the one I'm mainly irritated at," Harry replied.

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione smiled gratefully.

"It's no problem. Have you eaten?" Harry asked.

"No, not yet," she shook her head.

"Come on. Ron and I are going to make something," Harry said. Hermione nodded. She placed the binder on the table and followed her friends to the kitchen.

"Hey, you okay?" Sirius asked, standing in Remus' doorway.

"I'm all right," Remus nodded. "I suppose Tonks told you about last night?"

"Yeah, she did," Sirius said. "Kingsley and Tonks are fighting, you know."

"Really? Why?" Remus frowned.

"Tonks is mad because Kingsley doesn't seem to care about us and Harry," Sirius replied.

"Well, that's not true. He cares. He loves Harry," Remus furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, he could do well by showing it," Sirius jumped as Tonks appeared behind him and spoke.

"He doesn't show his emotions, Tonks. He's like Harry in that way. Harry doesn't show what he's feeling," Remus told her.

"But Kingsley isn't Harry, now is he?" Tonks crossed her arms.

"So what brings you here, Tonks?" Sirius quickly changed the subject.

"Post," she handed him a letter.

"Thanks."

"See you later," she took off.

"Mr. Lupin. Post arrived," Luke Cameron appeared and handed Remus an envelope.

"Thanks, Luke," Remus said. Luke nodded his head then walked away.

"Weird. We both got a letter at the same time," Sirius frowned as they tore open the envelopes.

"I guess it is strange," Remus shrugged. He pulled out his letter.

Lupin,
It's tonight and there's nothing you can do to save him. We will succeed.
Until we meet again.
Fenrir Greyback

He looked up to see Sirius reading his own letter.

Black,
It's tonight and there's nothing you can do to save him. We will succeed.
Until we meet again.
Lucius Malfoy

"Crap," Sirius muttered.

"Hold on, hold on," Remus said and took Sirius' letter.

"What's up?"

"These letters are exactly the same except for the names," Remus pointed out.

"Hey, there's something on the back of yours. I can see it through the parchment," Sirius stated.

Remus turned it over. "It's a post script."

P.S. How was St. Mungo's? I don't think Ledger is enjoying Azkaban. Severus Snape enjoyed controlling him. Said it was quite simple.

"Turn yours over," Remus urged Sirius who obeyed. There was a post script on his as well.

P.S. Snape enjoyed controlling Lupin's friend but he hated impersonating you. Pity you hadn't stayed longer. Snape could have caught you in the attack.

"They're really pushing it," Sirius gritted his teeth.

"Open your eyes, Padfoot. These letters are proof someone impersonated you and cursed Seth. These letters could save Seth's life," Remus said.

"We're not allowed to get any trials or even talk to Seth for a week or more," Sirius sighed.

"That'll just give us time to solidify our evidence."

"Us? Our?" Sirius frowned.

"Yeah, as in me and you."

"Who said I was helping?" Remus held up Sirius' letter pointedly. "Oh. Right."

"We have to try warn Harry about tonight."

"Who's to say he hasn't already figured out Tyler's against him?" Sirius said.

"We don't know anything. We're taking a guess," Remus shook his head.

"We don't even know if Tyler will let Harry talk to us."

"A chance we'll have to take."

Sirius sighed. "Fine. We'll try. I don't think we'll have much luck though."

"I see you're being optimistic," Remus said sarcastically.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I have to go. I'll see you later, mate."

"Later."

"Hey, boss," Kingsley greeted Sirius.

"Hey. How are things with you and Tonks?" Sirius asked.

"She won't look at me, come near me, or talk to me," Kingsley sighed.

"You two have to sort this out. I can't have two of my best Aurors fighting and refusing to be in the same room."

"She's the one refusing."

"Kingsley, I don't care who it is. Just figure it out. I need you both focused."

"I'll try," Kingsley said. "Here," he handed Sirius a stack of papers.

"What are these?"

"Applications."

Sirius groaned. "I don't have time to hire people and this is a bad time for people to apply."

"I know, but you have four open spots. You have to hire people sooner or later," Kingsley shrugged.

"I choose later when we don't have to worry about evil taking over the world," Sirius stated. "I haven't even looked at the gigantic pile that was on my desk and is now in a drawer. Now I have, what, thirty more?"

"Actually forty-five," Kingsley corrected.

Sirius glared at him. "Go fix things with Tonks." Kingsley hesitantly nodded and walked off. Sirius sighed and headed to his office, the papers clutched in one hand. He closed the door and stretched out on his sofa. He gazed at the applications in his hands. He dropped them to the floor. "Why would anyone want to apply for a job now? We're in a war," he muttered, staring at the ceiling.

"Sirius, stay out of my relationship with Kingsley!" Tonks shouted through the door.

He rolled his eyes. "Then fix things with him."

"We don't need your help so shove off!"

"Like I said, fix things and I'll get lost," Sirius shrugged even though Tonks couldn't see it. He heard her groan loudly before she walked away. Sirius rolled his eyes again then continued staring at the ceiling.

He knew who he wanted to hire, but they hadn't applied and were busy. It wasn't just Harry, though he would love having his nephew on the team, he wanted to hire Ron and\or Hermione as well. The three of them were great wizards and would be amazing Aurors. He wanted to see at least one application from the trio. He closed his eyes and let himself drift into sleep.

Harry rubbed his temples. He could feel a bad headache approaching. He dropped one hand then began massaging his tingling scar with his other.

"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked, concerned. Ron looked at his friend. Tyler was asleep again.

"I'm fine," Harry replied.

"It's hurting again, isn't it?" she presumed.

"It hurts twenty-four seven, Hermione. That's difficult to answer," Harry said. She scowled. "It's just tingling a bit. Voldemort's angry," he added. She looked at him through still worried eyes but soon turned her gaze to the binder in her lap. All day the trio and Tyler had been searching for Lovegood, information on the next Horcrux, and just about everything they thought they needed to know. It was nearing six o'clock now. Harry had been practicing the Shield Spell as well. He was getting better. He was now able to protect the whole tent. It made him tired though.

"If it's only tingling, stop touching it," Hermione hissed.

"You try live with the damn thing!" Harry snapped. He slammed the book he was looking through shut and went to his room, slamming the door. Tyler jerked awake at the noise.

"What's happening? What's wrong? What'd I miss?" Tyler asked quickly, his eyes darting around.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Calm down. You didn't miss anything."

"What's with all the noise then?" Tyler sat up.

"Harry's pissed off," Ron said shortly, turning a page in the book he was reading.

"Why?"

"Just something I said. It's no big deal," Hermione shrugged.

"I'll be right back," Tyler stood and left the living room. He headed for Harry's room.

"Tyler, no. It doesn't matter. I mean it. It was no big deal. Tyler," Hermione hissed at him. He ignored her and knocked on Harry's bedroom door.

"What?" Harry yelled.

"Open the door," Tyler said.

"Get lost, Tyler!" Tyler pushed open the door, walked in, and slammed the door. "Get out of my room!" Harry sat up on his bed.

"Why are you getting mad at Hermione?"

"I'm not mad, I'm irritated and stressed! There's nothing stress-free about what we're doing! She knows that! So does Ron! We're all stressed and if we get mad at each other, we know it's just stress and we don't mean it!" Harry yelled.

"So because you were stupid and chose to do this mission, you're stressed and taking it out on your friends? How does that make any sense?" Tyler cried.

"I have to do this mission! I don't want to, I didn't ask to, but I have to! They're my best friends and wanted to help! They wouldn't let me do it alone though I wanted to!" Harry shouted.

"It still doesn't make sense!"

"Get out of my room!"

"This is stupid!"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Room," Harry said each word individually and angrily. Tyler glared at him then left the room.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I tried to get him to leave it alone. He didn't listen," Hermione apologized.

"It's okay, Hermione. He would have come no matter what. It's not your fault," Harry sighed.

"I'm also sorry about bugging you about your scar."

"Don't worry about it, Hermione. I overreacted anyways," he smiled at her. "Where did Tyler go?"

"Left. He went outside," Ron answered.

"We should go find him. He's too ill to be running around," Hermione stated.

"I'm sure he's fine. He knows these forests," Ron replied.

"Ron, he's really sick. He needs to rest. We have to find him," Hermione said.

"Where is this 'we' coming in?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"We're in this together until we end this. The three of us," Hermione said.

Ron sighed. "Fine. Let's go. Come on, Harry," he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him along as Hermione lead the way.

"I'll go this way. You two go over there," Hermione instructed, pointing the boys in the direction of southeast while she went north.

"This is mental," Ron said as he walked with Harry.

Harry grinned. "Hermione will lose it if we don't look."

"She's making us look for someone we don't even like. He's a werewolf, I know it. Hermione knows it too but she won't admit it. She's too attached to him," Ron shook his head irritably.

Harry grinned again. "We don't know he's a werewolf, mate."

"We know the signs. Tyler has all the signs," Ron said. Harry nodded but didn't get a chance to answer as a scream pierced the still atmosphere.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron cried and ran to where Hermione had been walking.

"Are you done snapping at my throat now?" Sirius asked as he walked down a corridor to Remus' department with Tonks.

"It's your fault. Stay out of my personal life," Tonks said.

"I was helping and I needed you two to be on speaking terms again," Sirius shrugged.

"It was still my personal life which is off-limits to you."

"Nothing is off-limits to me, Tonks, you know that," Sirius smiled and pushed through the glass doors.

Tonks scowled. "Annoyingly that's true." She and Sirius stopped at Remus' office. Sirius knocked. "Why are we here?"

"I need to tell him that Harry won't answer and there's a chance we can get a trial for Seth in a week. He didn't answer his Communicator though," he told her. He knocked again.

"He's not here, Sirius."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Sirius said sarcastically. He dodged the hand Tonks swung at him.

"Are you looking for Mr. Lupin?" Luke Cameron approached them.

"Yes, do you know where he is?" Sirius nodded.

"He went home. He said he remembered having information on Greyback in his room. He went to get it," Luke replied.

"Thanks," Sirius and Tonks left.

Sirius pulled out his Communicator. "Name please."

"Remus Lupin," he waited and headed back to his office, Tonks beside him.

"Call accepted."

"You answered. Why are you at home?" Sirius said.

"I'm trying to find the information I had on Greyback," Remus replied. "Is there something going on?"

"I called to tell you Harry won't answer. I called four times. He declined every time," Sirius replied.

"I had a feeling he would," Remus nodded. "Anything else happening?"

"There's a chance we can get a trial for Seth in about a week," Sirius added.

"Really? That's great," Remus smiled.

"I just thought you'd like to know. I'll tell you if we get the trial or not," Sirius stated.

"This is great. Thanks, Padfoot."

"Anytime. Talk to you later, Moony." The call was disconnected.

"I have to go. Fudge wants to see me in ten. Bye, Sirius," Tonks said and turned a corner opposite Sirius.

"See you," Sirius turned another corner and headed back to his office. He looked at his watch. There was less than an hour until the moon, the full moon, rose into the night sky. Something about his godson declining all his calls made him extremely uneasy. What if it wasn't Harry declining? What if something had happened to him and his friends? Maybe Tyler turned on them because they had realized the plan.

He walked past his office without noticing. It wasn't until he rounded a corner that he doubled back to his office. He sat down and stared around absently. He was worried. He couldn't stop thinking about how Harry could be in danger. Was he being chased? Tortured? Was he about to be killed? What about Ron and Hermione? Had the Trio been ambushed and one captured? Had they all been captured? Were they facing Voldemort? Death Eaters? Werewolves?

Sirius couldn't stop the stream of worried questions flooding his mind. He sat back, the worries flying through his head. He ignored the fact that allowing all these worries to pass in his mind without trying to stop it would soon cause him a headache.

"Do you see her?" Ron asked as he and Harry ran, trying to find Hermione.

"No. She has to be here somewhere. We've already passed the tent," Harry shook his head. They continued running for about five minutes. They finally found Hermione. She was on her knees and her head was down. Her shoulders were shaking. They ran to her. Before they reached her, Hermione stood up and ran to them. She had tears going down her cheek in rivers. She reached Harry first and flung herself on him. He staggered. "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"He's-he's-he's dead," she said through tears.

"Here's Ron," he turned her over to Ron who hugged her. "Stay here. I'll check it out," he told Ron who nodded. Harry walked towards where Hermione had been on the ground. He could make out a dark shape on the ground. Being later in the evening made it dark and hard to see. He pulled his wand and lit it. He gasped.

"Harry, what is it?" Ron called. Harry couldn't answer. He just stared, open-mouthed, at what had made Hermione scream. He wanted to scream but found he had no voice.