He remembered from a few days ago the pages that Billionaire Bruce Wayne had given him. The report had mentioned a vial of a bluish substance that the Magical Law Enforcement Potions Analysts were unable to identify. A mixture of the wolf's bane potion was extracted however from the solution revealing ties to the werewolf clans.

It was this potion that directed the department to Lavender Brown. Her first attack had came with three shattered vials holding similar solution with only minor differences, what remained consistent was the wolf's bane.

What Ron failed to see initially was that Alexander Drought had reached into his pocket to retrieve a vial. It shattered to the ground when they apprehended him. This was the main reason that Drought looked like he was depressed.

…The question is why?

-PACE-

Ron stomped, wand in hand, Harry and Falun striding behind him through the corridors of the Werewolf Town Hall. Harry was staring at Ron with concern as they marched on. He wouldn't tell them where they were headed, all that Ron gave them was that he figured out that the werewolf Lavender Brown was keeping his family at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron wouldn't even tell them how he came to that conclusion.

'Ron, if you'd just tell us—'

'Just hold on there, mate, wait and follow me,' was all he said as they made their way.

Falun inspected their route before she realized something… 'This is the way to the elder's office.'

They reached a wooden doorway closed up, both wizards realised it was locked— nothing a simple Alohemora spell couldn't fix. Bang! Ron kicked the door open, the Werewolf elder, clearly startled had shot up from his seat.

They were in a tower on the right side of the town's Main Hall. How fitting…an office to oversee the entire city. Like the giant ball of lunar light hovering above them all.

'What's the meaning of this?!' he cursed.

'Mr Weasley— our Elder is not a bad man. He has helped us all through tough times and would never conspire with Lavender Brown,' Falun protested trying to reach the maddened Auror. 'He built this city, gave us the Lunar Sphere where we could live with pride.'

Ron stopped for a moment to survey the room. A standard rectangular chamber without windows, it practically reminded Harry and Ron of Snape's Potions classes in Hogwarts Dungeons—well minus the blackboard and vials and glass. The room had absolutely no chalkboards at all, and no books filled the bookcase. A single desk stood at the end with chairs and lamps to illuminate the dullness. It was bare.

Of course… 'Falun, my family is being held hostage. In order for me to get to the bottom of this I have to pretend that their kidnapping was all that he'd ever done.' He then turned his attention to the more mature looking man in his robes. 'The moment I met you I noticed a familiar stench surrounding you that did not match the city's smell,' said Ron in one breath, addressing the elder, 'how I realised this I cannot tell but I can say that I noticed chalk dust on your academic robes and seeing as I see no board or books by which you might have gotten it I could assume that you got it offsite.'

'Yes…so?'

Ron pointed at the elder whom had some sort of green muck on the bottom of his robes. And then to his table where they all could see a single curved object, like a giant fang. 'That form of mud and algae is the same that I came across in my second year when down at the Chamber of Secrets. That artefact on your desk which I guess is Basilisk fang also suggests it is from Hogwarts. Considering that Basilisks were banned in almost every country in the world.

'The fact that you do not have any working materials now means that you have another place you go to.'

The Werewolf elder moved to his desk but both Ron and Harry knew better. Any movement made too subtle or slow in any direction was under observation and suspicion especially with a suspect. It was there job to know. Though Harry still seemed sceptical, he knew Ron well. They had been Aurors for years and brothers for longer. 'What does this have to do with—'

The elder was cut short by a hex that shot out of Ron's wand. He disarmed the shifter as soon as he produced his own wand from his robes. The elder then transformed into full werewolf stature, ripping the robes off and standing up at least four metres. Big and hairy, elongated feet and face turning into a snout, razor claws and dark void eyes was the form that the old fragile man took now. But this creature was beyond anything Harry and Ron ever knew about the species.

Ron, Harry and Falun's eyes followed the creature's head as it towered up. Then it spoke, 'You Weasleys have interfered with our lives for far too long.' He growled as he slashed at them.

Harry dodged the attack and fired a body binding curse at him. It hit the target but almost like it was an actual chain, it bounced off and hit Harry instead. Ron then quickly fired a spell at the wall, it shattered away and revealed to the room the blue orb. Instantly, Falun took wolf form. Both werewolves howled and growled at each other.

'Falun, stand down!' Ron roared.

The werewolf ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her once fearless leader.

'Don't you see, Falun?' the elder started. 'We have become the lowest stand of living, even the homeless of muggles have some semblance of luxury in sympathy. But what of us?'

'Enough! You have broken the very laws that bound us together…you have taken up the sword against the very people we used to be.'

'I am at war with our condition, not with those others. That is what Brown fights against. The week and degrading condition that our race faces after being cast out!'

Then Ron steps in. 'What have you been doing with the basilisk fangs?'

A wide smirk appears on the Elder's bearded face. 'Huh, you Weasleys—always the ones with the quest—'

The Elder was cut off as Falun charged and tackled the werewolf out of the hole in the wall and off the Town Hall tower. The two landed with a thud and a crack. Everyone at the bottom were in wolf form. As the Elder struggled to climb up, Falun moved in and punched him across the snout.

Meanwhile, back in the ruined office, Ron helped his best friend up onto his feet. Still dazed, Harry shook his head off and Ron fetched his glasses from the ground.

'Just another day at the office?' Harry suggested with jest.

Ron looks around and shrugs, '…Could be worst…could be our office.'

-=0=-

Rose needed to be stealthy, that was the goal. In a place filled with trained killers , trapped and with no wand, stealth was her only option.

The Chamber of Secrets?

Oh the stories that her parents and Uncle Harry have told were more than tales…they were history and she knew it now. The heavily snake themed hall reeked of death and excrement. She examined the many giant snake head busts lining the walls down on stone platforms in a pool of icy water, they led down the chamber to an even bigger head of whom she guessed would be Salazar Slytherin. 'Oh I am definitely coming back here after all of this.'

Up the hall she saw a ladder that lead to a big hole in the wall. By what was left of the hinges she guessed that whoever had occupation here had found another means of entrance.

'Must have been locked.' she whispered for her own amusement.

Then she heard the sound that she dreaded more than anything that night. Footsteps. If it were controlled footsteps in a march she knew that they likely were her captors doing a routine waypoint. If it were rescue they'd be less concerned about marching formations.

Rose hopped over to one of the snake heads to the far left and away from view.

'…It looks quiet around here,' said a voice she did not recognise. 'Should we report in to Brown?'

'Wait…' interjected one of the men. 'Should we check the cell? You know, just in case. The well's probably started to flood by now.'

The first man shrugged and moved on to the well that Rose had ascended from. She held her breath in dread which only got worse when the two hostiles stopped. Her suspenseful breathing had caught their attention. Oh no, she thought, blocking her mouth with her hands.

They started to approach, wands appearing in their hands as they sniffed the air around them for the anomaly. 'D'you smell that, Larry?' said the first man.

Thinking fast, Rose grabbed a nearby piece of concrete and hurled it out of her way off to the other side—making sure that their heads had gone a round to the left as she did so. Then as slowly and carefully as possible, trying not to create ripples, she slid herself into the freezing waters again. As they then begun to approach her, Rose took a big breath in and submerged herself deep down.

'What is it Kane?' said the other, joining his friend in their animal instincts.

They paused right next to the edge of the platform, looked down into the dark waters before dismissing their suspicions and then walking out again, out of the chambers and into oblivion. All thoughts of checking the cell holding her were gone from them. Or at least she hoped.

After a while she slowly rose up, checking to see if the coast was clear. 'They're werewolves?' stated Rose as she climbed up out of the pool. She sighed. Wet again, she mentally cursed her situation.

-=W=-

Author's Note: Sorry it's been a while since last I wrote. I have been busy with school and stuff. I hope this chapter's good enough. Please I ask that you also read some of my other works. Read them and tell me what you think.