"Harry, answer me. You're scaring me," Ron said. Harry continued to stare at the figure illuminated by his small light. "Harry, come on, mate. This isn't funny."

"Ron-" Harry said, still staring at the ground. "It's Colin. Colin Creevey. He's been killed by werewolves and not long ago."

Ron moved forward slowly, keeping his arms around Hermione. "Are you sure werewolves?"

"Death Eaters can't do that," Harry pointed at Colin.

"Oh my God," Ron gasped. It looked exactly like the scene they had walked in on in Vienna, Austria. Like Cheyenne Hudson, Colin's chest and throat had been torn out. Colin had a look of pure terror on his face. Harry's gaze fell to Colin's right had which was clutching something. Harry moved his light to see better. It was the camera Colin carried everywhere.

"What the hell happened? What did you do?" Tyler gasped. He had come running out of the darkness.

"Us?" Ron and Harry snapped.

"You honestly think we did this?" Harry said incredulously. "No human could do this, Tyler. This was werewolves."

Tyler narrowed his eyes at Harry. He looked around Harry at Colin's face. "Who is he? Must be important to cause such drama." He looked pointedly at Hermione still in Ron's arms, sobbing into his chest.

"Shove off, Tyler, before we make you," Ron growled.

"He's a friend from school. He was a year below us. His name's Colin. Colin Creevey," Harry answered.

"You sure it was werewolves?" Tyler asked.

"Does this seriously look like a human did this?" Harry frowned.

"Well, no, but there's not exactly anyone here except us and I just got here," Tyler shook his head.

"So you're accusing us?" Ron snapped.

"How could you even think we did this?" Hermione said, looking at Tyler through her red, water-filled eyes.

"And just because we're the only ones here, means nothing. Normally attackers don't hang around," Harry crossed his arms.

"It's your fault this kid is dead," Tyler smirked.

"Ron, Hermione. Go back to the tent," Harry said, keeping his eyes on Tyler.

"What? Harry-" Ron frowned.

"Go. I'll be there soon," Harry replied. Hermione and Ron hesitated, looking at the other two, then began to walk away. Tyler and Harry stared at each other. "You were saying?"

"This kid is dead because of you," Tyler repeated.

"How is Colin's death my fault?"

"You said you knew him. Think about it. People close to you always die. It's because of you," Tyler grinned, knowing he had hit a nerve.

Harry stared at him. He was right. Tyler was right. It was all his, Harry's, fault.

Harry, don't listen to him. You know it's not true, a distant voice that sounded like Sirius said.

But it is all my fault. Everyone's dead because of me. Dumbledore, Katie, Lee, Ted, Mum and Dad, Harry answered the voice.

Listen to us, Harry. None of it was your fault. You know that. Don't believe Tyler, another voice that sounded like Remus said.

All right. You're both right. I can't listen to Tyler, Harry stated in his head.

"You know it's true, don't you, Potter?" Tyler spoke. He was grinning. "You could minimize the amount of killings if you return the locket."

Harry looked at him sharply. "How do you know about the locket?"

An insane, evil grin spread wide across Tyler's face. "I guess you want to destroy it, to help stop the murders."

"I never told you about the locket," Harry kept his eyes on Tyler, not daring to break the eye contact.

"What're you gonna do? Granger and Weasley won't believe you," Tyler shot one last sneer at Harry then disappeared into the dark forest. Harry began walking back to the tent, shocked. They had to get away from Tyler as quickly as possible. Tyler was dangerous. Somehow he knew about the locket. He entered the tent.

"Harry, what happened? Where's Tyler?" Hermione asked as Harry sat on the sofa.

"We have to get out of here. Away from Tyler," Harry said.

"What are you talking about? Where's Tyler?" Hermione frowned.

"He knows about the locket," Harry looked at them.

"Who?" Hermione wondered.

"Tyler, Goddamn it! Who have we been talking about?" Harry snapped.

"How could he know? We haven't told him and we've been careful not to let him hear," Ron stated.

"I don't know. All I know is we have to get out of here and away from him. It's not safe," Harry stood up.

"I don't believe you," Hermione stood as well, staring Harry straight in the eye. "Tyler is perfectly safe. He's been helping us for about a week or longer. If he was out to get us, he would have done something already," she crossed her arms.

"I heard my name." The trio turned to the entrance to see Tyler. "I hope it was something good."

"Tyler. Thank goodness. I didn't think you were going to come back," Hermione walked to his side. Ron stood up and stood beside Harry, staring at Hermione and Tyler.

"I had to come back. I need somewhere to rest," Tyler smiled at her. "It's late. Why aren't you three in bed?"

"Couldn't sleep," Harry and Ron answered together.

"What about you?" Tyler asked softly, looking at Hermione. He pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, making her turn scarlet. Harry grabbed Ron's wrist, stopping him from lunging at Tyler.

"I was worried about you," she replied.

"Harry, I think your Communicator is speaking. You must be being called," Tyler spoke. Ron and Harry frowned. How did Tyler know someone was calling? They couldn't hear a thing. How could Tyler hear it when they couldn't?

"Excuse me. I have to take that call," Harry began backing away. Tyler kept his gaze on Harry.

"Incoming call from Remus John Lupin. Accept or decline call?" Harry heard his Communicator as he entered his bedroom. He sat on the bed and grabbed the device.

"Accept," he said. He glanced out into the living room to make sure the others were still there.

"Harry! Thank God you finally answered. Sirius has been trying to reach you all evening," Remus exclaimed when the holographic picture appeared.

"Remus, I can't really talk. This is a bad time," Harry told him.

"Harry, I need to know. Is Tyler still with you?"

"Yeah, why? What's wrong?" Harry frowned. He could see an increasing look of fear in his uncle's eyes.

"You have to get away from him. You, Ron, and Hermione have to leave. He's not who you think," Remus said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Tyler Grey isn't who you believe. Harry, he's the son of Fenrir Greyback."

Harry stopped breathing. His heart began racing. He felt the colour drain from his face. He looked into the living room. Tyler and Hermione were standing too close together and she giggled at something he said. Ron had his arms crossed and was glaring deeply at the two. They had been taking advice and directions from the son of the most dangerous and wanted werewolf in the world? How could they be so thick? How were they supposed to ditch Tyler? He hardly let the trio out of his sight.

"Harry, you have to get out of there," Remus replied.

"Remus, is Tyler-is he a-a-werewolf?" Harry gulped.

"Yes, he is."

"When's the full moon?"

"It's tonight. It's in twenty minutes," Harry gasped, fear engulfing him, burrowing deep in his soul.

"I have to go," Harry whispered.

"Just get yourselves out, pup," Remus said.

"We will. Promise," Harry nodded. "Bye." He turned off the device and headed back to the others. He forced a smile. Tyler and Hermione barely glanced at him, but Ron looked at his best friend curiously, seeing right through the mask. Harry mouthed the word 'kitchen' and Ron nodded.

"Can I talk to you, Harry? Kitchen," Ron said and walked to the kitchen. Harry looked at Hermione and Tyler before following. Hermione wasn't paying any attention but Tyler caught his gaze. The same insane, evil smile from before spread across his face again. Harry went to the kitchen. "What's going on, Harry?"

"We have to get out of here."

"Who called you?"

"Remus."

"What did he want?"

"To tell me to get us away from Tyler. Ron, he's the son of Fenrir Greyback. He's a werewolf and the full moon is in less than twenty minutes. We have to get the hell out of here," Harry told him and Ron's eyes grew wide.

"Tyler's going to sleep. We should too. Come on, Ron," Hermione said from the door.

Ron looked at Harry who nodded. "G'night, Harry."

"Night, guys," Harry watched them leave. He went to his room and sat on the bed. He kept his wand gripped in his hand. He stared at the clock on his end table. Seven minutes until the full moon would rise.

"Ron, what's wrong?" Hermione asked as she lay down but Ron sat at the foot of the bed.

"It's Tyler. He's dangerous."

"No, he's not. Ron, he's a friend."

"Like hell he is. He's a werewolf, Hermione. He's the son of Fenrir Greyback," Ron snapped.

"You're making that up because you hate him!" Hermione frowned.

"No, I'm not. It was Remus who just called. He told this to Harry and Harry told me. Why won't you believe it?"

"Because it's insane! Listen to yourself! Tyler will not and would never hurt us!" Hermione shouted.

"Who says?" a voice from their doorway said.

"Tyler. I thought you were asleep," Hermione looked at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt or pants, just his boxers.

"I don't sleep tonight. Too much energy and excitement in the air," Tyler smiled. Ron had jumped up and was facing the door, grasping his wand so tight his knuckles were white.

"Tyler, what's going on?" Hermione frowned.

"I guess it's time I told you the truth about me. Gotta make it quick. I'm running out of time," Tyler grinned.

"Tyler-" Hermione began shaking her head in disbelief.

"Weasley and Potter have been right all along. My father is Fenrir Greyback. It wasn't a coincidence that I found the three of you that day in the forest."

"How could you?" Hermione whispered. "I trusted you."

"Thank you for doing so. You should have listened to your friends though. Now watch this little trick," Tyler began to shake violently. He was quickly turning from human to werewolf.

"Oh my God," Hermione gasped. It was over. A brown and black werewolf with bright, yellow eyes now stood where Tyler had been. Its large yellow eyes stared at Hermione. She was paralyzed with fear. The animal lunged at her and she screamed. Ron pulled her off the bed, away from the wild animal.

"Hermione!" Harry ran into the room. "Come on!" he cried. Ron and Hermione ran to Harry and outside. They faced the tent. Harry and Ron kept Hermione behind them. Tyler, in werewolf form, soon exited after them.

"Harry, there's more," Ron said quietly. The trio looked around. Shapes were emerging from the darkness. There were about thirty other werewolves. Tyler had set up an attack!

"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, avoiding the werewolf, but Tyler landed on Hermione, pinning her down.

"Hermione! Use magic!" Harry and Ron cried. They were fighting off all the other werewolves that had begun attacking.

"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. "Harry, she's been bitten!"

I am really sick of my dreams being real, Harry groaned internally. Harry looked at his friends then at Tyler. The young werewolf was still bleeding but wasn't breathing. "He's dead. Tyler'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 in his arms and the trio took off running. The werewolves tore after them.

"Why don't we Disapparate? They're going to catch us," Ron asked.

"Because we can't Disapparate if we don't have a location. We have nowhere to go," Harry replied. Every now and then he was randomly sending spells over his shoulder.

"You know where we have to go, Harry. Hermione's been bitten," Ron said.

"We can't."

"We have to."

Harry stayed quiet for a bit as they continued running. They could hear the werewolves quickly advancing on them. "All right. Let's go," he sighed. They stopped running, turned, and disappeared. The werewolves stopped at the spot where the trio had disappeared and sniffed around. After a couple minutes, they began howling. They would get revenge for the murder of Tyler Grey. The trio would pay.

"This isn't safe, Ron," Harry said as they walked to Harry's house. Ron was helping Hermione walk.

"She has to get the cure," Ron replied. Harry looked at his friends and nodded. After a few more minutes, they arrived at the door. Harry took a deep breath and knocked.

It was a few minutes before the door opened. "Sirius, you don't-" Remus stopped when he saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were all covered in dirt, blood, and scratches. They all looked completely exhausted. "What are you doing here?" Remus asked as he opened the door for the kids.

"We need help," Harry replied, walking in, Ron helping Hermione.

"What happened?"

"Attacked. Hermione's been bitten by a werewolf. We need the Blood Rose Potion," Harry told him.

"Ron, go put her in the guest room," Remus said. When they left, he turned back to his nephew whose eyes were only about half open. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Did you get bit?"

"No, just scratched," Harry shook his head.

"What happened to your arm?" Remus pointed to the bandage on Harry's arm.

"Different attack. Death Eaters," Harry sighed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Remus lightly turned Harry's head to look at a bad gash on the left side of his head.

Harry didn't speak for a bit, enjoying the soft touch as his uncle examined his injuries. "I'm fine," he nodded.

"Want me to get Sirius here?"

"If you don't mind," Remus smiled softly and went to the living room where his Communicator was sitting.

"Name please," the holographic voice said.

"Sirius Black."

"Hey, Moony. What's up?" Sirius answered.

"I think you should come home for the night."

"I'm not sure if I can," Sirius shook his head.

"Get Kingsley to take over for tonight. Come home," Remus said.

Sirius sighed. "All right. I'll be there in a few minutes. This better be good."

"Okay," Remus nodded and went back to the kitchen where Harry was sitting at the table, his back to Remus. He watched as Harry ruffled his hair, making it messier. "Sirius will be here shortly.

Harry turned and nodded. "Will Hermione be okay?"

"As long as I get her the potion before next month, she'll be fine and it'll be done in a couple hours," Remus replied. "I'm going to start on the potion." He walked down the hall. Harry turned his back to the living room again.

"Hello? Remus?" Sirius called, entering the house.

"In our potion room!" Remus called back.

"Why are you in there? Everything okay?" Sirius started down the hall.

"He's helping us," Harry stated, standing up.

Sirius turned around. "Harry?"

"Hey, Sirius. I've missed you."

Sirius walked to Harry and hugged him tightly. "I've missed you too, kiddo. What are you doing here?"

"Remus is helping us. Hermione was bitten by a werewolf."

"Are you all right? Did you get hurt badly?" Sirius asked, looking at the same gash Remus had been.

"I'm fine. Just scratches," Harry smiled.

"I love you, Harry. I'm so glad you're okay," Sirius hugged him again.

"I love you too, Sirius. I wish we could stay longer, but after Hermione's better, we have to leave. We have werewolves after us," Harry told him.

"Why?"

"Because I killed the werewolf who bit Hermione. The pack wants revenge."

"Oh my God," Sirius stared into his nephew's eyes.

Remus finished the potion after a couple hours and gave it to Hermione. He told everyone she would be completely cured by the morning. Relieved, Harry went to his room and laid down. Ron stayed with Hermione. He listened as his uncles went to bed as well. He lay, wide awake, in bed for two hours. Harry exited his bedroom. He looked at Remus' bedroom door across from his, then went down the hall to Sirius'. Just like when he was little, Harry slowly opened the door and peeked in. Sirius was asleep, facing the door. Harry slipped in and shut the door quietly. He walked over to Sirius' bed and attempted to lie down under the covers without waking his uncle. He was unsuccessful.

"Harry?" Sirius mumbled.

"Am I too old to sleep here?" Harry whispered.

"You're only seventeen. You'll never be too old," Sirius smiled and moved over for Harry. "Is everything all right?"

Harry looked at Sirius and sighed. "Everything's fine." Sirius smiled again and kissed Harry's forehead.

"Hope you're not too old for that," he grinned.

"Never."

"Good night, kiddo."

"Good night, Sirius."

"This is what happened because you didn't believe us!" Ron shouted.

"I'm sorry. I thought we could trust him," Hermione replied.

"We could have ditched him after San Diego like we were supposed to!" Ron shouted again.

Harry left Sirius' room. He was awakened by his friends yelling. He walked to the kitchen where his uncles were at the table. "How long have they been fighting?" he asked, sitting at the table with his breakfast.

"About an hour or so," Sirius replied. Harry shook his head.

"Come here, pup," Remus said. He had first aid stuff in front of him.

"Remus, no. No. No healing. No. Remus," Harry pushed his uncle away who scowled at him.

"Harry, what happened last night?" Sirius wondered.

"Werewolves. Tyler. Attack," Harry said simply.

"We figured that out," Remus nodded.

Harry rolled his eyes. Before continuing, he touched a cut on his cheek. When he looked at his fingers, they had blood on them. He sighed. "Hermione had me and Ron help her look for Tyler because he had taken off. Ron and I went one way, she went the other. Ron and I were talking about how stupid it was that we were helping when Hermione screamed. We found her. She had screamed because she found the body of Colin Creevey. Colin was murdered by werewolves. Tyler showed up. He was quick to assume I had killed Colin. We started fighting. I sent Ron and Hermione back to the tent. That's when Tyler mentioned the locket. We had never said anything about the locket to or around him. He ran off, I went back to the tent. I told Ron and Hermione what happened, what Tyler had said. Hermione didn't believe it. Tyler came back and we all went to bed. Ron and Hermione started fighting. Tyler went to their room, changed, attacked. The three of us went outside where there were more werewolves. Tyler had set up an attack. Getting close to us was the plan. Tyler jumped at us, landed on Hermione and bit her when she tried to get her wand. I killed Tyler now the pack, especially Greyback, wants revenge," he finished.

"Tyler's the one you killed?" Sirius said.

"Yep. Now Greyback will be hunting me," Harry nodded. "Remus, no. I won't let you heal me. No." He pushed Remus away again.

"Harry-"

"Normally, I would have let you heal me in a flash, you know that, but I have to take care of myself. I didn't even want to come here but we had to because of Hermione," Harry said. Remus nodded.

"What's been happening to the three of you the past couple weeks?" Sirius asked.

"Lots of incidents. Many attacks," Harry said.

"Have you destroyed the locket?" Remus wondered.

"No. It's in Ron's bag," Harry shook his head.

"Ron! Ron, no!" they heard Hermione shout. They turned and saw Ron storming down the hall, his bag on his back, something clutched in his hand. Hermione was quickly following, tears on her face.

"Here you go, Harry. I'm leaving," Ron tossed the thing in his hand on the table.

"Ron, what are you talking about?" Harry frowned.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Harry. Good luck," Ron walked out the door.

"Ron," Hermione whispered. Harry stared at the door then at the locket beside his hand.