To some of the reviewers:

To Steven Kodaly: Throwing things? Why would I throw things? I'd take the sundae, sit down, and eat it. I have tried to make this chapter longer, but the closer it gets to Xmas, the less time I have for writing.

To Yana5: Yes, his ears still hurt. :D

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In the event of a bad ending (that Fenrir dies), whatever remains of Harry and his blood brothers will be going back in time in the sequel. (Actually the very last chapter, leaving way for the sequel) Going back in time, means Fenrir never died. Sequel is only possible because I don't know how I'd have them meet or anything else in that one. Well, I have an idea but not much of one. Hence reason I voted for Bad Ending and Possible Sequel.

Voting:

Semi-Happy Ending and No Sequel - 11

Bad Ending and Possible Sequel - 4

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In front of them were old rusty gates with the words 'Nay Enter This Place Unless Ye Wish Of Death.' In the distance was an old Victorian-style manor.

"So we just go through the gates?" Voldemort asked.

"No," Harry laughed.

"Why not?" Lucius asked, frowning.

"Do you want to die?" Harry smiled, pointing to the words on the gate, "No we go around then by lake." Thirty minutes later Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, Severus Snape, Bellatrix Black, Harry, and Charlie were standing in front of a lake. The lake itself was a murky black, and had what appeared to be skulls floating in it.

"That doesn't look to nice," Bellatrix stated, looking in the lake.

"You're a Death Eater, but you're afraid of a few floating skulls?" Charlie teased.

"I said they didn't look nice," Bellatrix replied, "I never said I was afraid."

"Enough," Harry said, "Everyone in the boat."

"What boat?" Severus asked.

"That one," Harry said, as a wooden boat, just big enough for the group to fit comfortably, rose from the murky waters.

"Oh."

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"WHO DARES ENTER MY KEEP!" the group heard a female's voice say from above them as they entered the house.

"Oooh. Scary." Harry said, sarcastically. The group heard growling sounds and saw five dogs heading towards them.

"Uh…Harry," Charlie said, taking a step back.

"Hey there boys," Harry said to the dogs, "How ya doin'?" The dog in the center ran up to Harry, and tackled him, before licking him on the face. The other dogs kept growling at the others.

"Back off, boys. They're with me," Harry said. The other four dogs stopped growling and each came up to Harry to lick him on the face. They heard a squeal at the top of the stairs.

"You're back!" a young girl squealed, as she ran into Harry's arms just as he stood up, "But where are your wings Angel?" Harry smiled and white, feathery wings started to grow from his back.

"Oh, yeah," Charlie said, "Did one of us forget to tell you that Harry was a shapeshifter?"

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"Ah, hello Angel," a brown haired woman said as they entered the dining room.

"Kijo."

"Please sit," she said, "We're just about to eat. And I've told you before to call me Rachael. Annamaye, would you be a dear and tell the cooks that we have extra guests tonight."

"Yes momma," the young girl, Annamaye, said, before running off.

"So Angel," Rachael said, "Manage to get any new forms since we last met. Seeing as you regularly do the impossible, I figure you've probably got more than one magical form."

"Nope. My only magical form is the Winged Wolf," Harry said, smiling, "I did manage to turn into a cat before I was sent to Azkaban though."

"Felis silvestris catus?" (1) Harry snorted.

"Panthera tigris tigris." (2)

"Oooh. Regular colored?"

"No, white."

"An albino!" Rachael squealed, "I love white tigers! Transform please!" Harry sighed, and transformed into a white Bengal tiger.

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"Just out of curiosity milord," Bellatrix said, as they were eating dinner, "How exactly is it that you have a muggle torture catalog in your library?"

"I got it from my pen pal," Voldemort replied.

"Your…pen pal," Bellatrix repeated disbelievingly.

"Yes my pen pal," Voldemort said, "I believe his name was Dudley Dursley." Harry started choking on his drink.

"Wasn't Dudley the name of that fat lump of a cousin of yours?" Rachael asked.

"Dudley Dursley to be exact," Harry said. Charlie started to laugh behind his cup. Harry scowled and shot a hair color changing curse at him.

Charlie really doesn't like neon green.

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(1) Okay, don't laugh at me. I'm not a zoologist or whatever you have to be to know this stuff. Felis silvestris catus is supposed to be 'the trinomial name of the domestic cat' according to wikipedia.

(2) According to wikipedia the trinomial name for the Bengal tiger is Panthera tigris tigris.