Ginny and her kids walked back down the stairs from Gingotts Bank. Ginny needed to make a withdrawal to finish her errands. As they walked by the number of shops down Diagon Alley, James and Albus took notice of a few Wanted posters on some of the windows. The pictures they bore held different faces of straggly-looking menacing strangers, but one, however, seemed to pop up more often than the others.

James held back to look at it and Albus followed. The closer they got, the scarier the face in the photo looked. It appeared to be a man, but his facial features seemed a bit more animalistic. More hair was surrounding his face and he had sharp teeth that the picture bared eagerly at the sight of the boys. The name below it read: Fenrir Greyback.

"I've heard of that name," James muttered, absentmindedly.

"You have?"

"Yeah, I think he was a follower of Voldemort."

"A Death Eater?"

"No," James shook his head. "Death Eaters followed Voldemort because they believed in what he wanted to achieve. They were his gang, kind of. Greyback was a loose cannon that Voldemort invested in. Not because he trusted him, but because of the chaos he created. He's a werewolf."

Albus blinked, confused.

"A werewolf?"

James sensed his brother's confusion and clarified.

"Not all of them were nice people with an unfortunate condition like Teddy's dad, Al. In fact, I think Dad said this was the guy who bit him, intentionally."

James stared at the other wanted posters.

"In fact, I think these other guys are werewolves, too. Look at their descriptions."

Sure enough, all of the Wanted posters described the escaped criminals as "Convicted Werewolf."

"They all got away?" Albus asked with a little fear in his voice.

"There are about five to seven all together. I think this guy is their leader," he nodded to Greyback's poster. Albus and James stared for a moment until they heard their mother shouting.

"James! Albus! Come on! We're going to the joke shop!"

The brothers looked at each other, back to the posters and then went off to join their mother and sister.

The joke shop was packed. Ron made his way over when he saw them. He gave them a box of gifts for the kids that were to be opened at Christmas, though Lily asked to open them right then and there.

Rose was there as well. She went over and talked to Albus about plans at the Burrow for Christmas. They always loved visiting Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur.

After a while, Albus confessed that he was having trouble with finding a present for his father. They spent several minutes of spit-balling ideas but had no luck in a decision. Feeling guilty, Albus left with his family. It wasn't until his mother brought them into an Antique Magic Shop that he got an idea. He walked over to a table littered with old trinkets. Granted, the idea that he had was not fantastic. It was simple, but meaningful. He was about to disregard the idea when he thought of the blanket his father tried to give him. Simple, yet meaningful. Making sure his family didn't see him, he took the item to the counter and paid for it, stuffing it quickly in his pocket when the transaction was finished.

Ginny had to make a couple more stops before finally agreeing to head home. After insistent pleads from the kids, she finally agreed to take the Knight Bus rather than the Floo Network. The children had never ridden the bus before. She ushered them to the far end in preparations for the instant acceleration.

BANG

They were speeding off down the street with a number of objects jumping out of their way. James was picking himself up from the floor laughing. Albus flattened his chair against the back wall. Lily actually hid under her own chair, unsure if she liked this ride or not.

When they reached the house, all of the kids wobbled out onto the pavement behind their mother, rather dizzy and with mild headaches.

"Never again," Albus said.

They walked closer to the door when Lily spoke.

"Mum, did Dad leave the door open?"

Ginny looked up and saw what her daughter meant. She didn't notice at first, but now that they were closer to the house, she saw the door was barely ajar.