The Owl bearing a message from Hogwarts dropped it's message on Angus's desk. The large were tiger set his drink down and snapped his fingers causing the envelope to glide into his hand. He opened it up and read it. He sat up suddenly and read it again. Anger heated up his face and the snarl that came out of his mouth was every bit as dangerous sounding as Fenrirs and in fact it was the were wolf's name he snarled out so angrily.

" Fenrir!"

Fenrir paused and turned to glare impatiently at Diana who was trailing behind him. " What's taking you so damn lo...oh." He suddenly realized to his chagrin he'd failed to take into account she had no shoes on.

He shrugged to himself and simply picked her up placing her up on his shoulder. She gasped and quickly put her hand on his other shoulder to keep from falling off.

She looked around, for a moment she was so awed by what she saw she almost forgot her discomfort. Fenrir found himself amused realizing that this was the first magical city Diana was seeing. He was pretty sure if he ever got her to Hogwarts the castle would blow her mind.

Not that he was thinking of giving her tours anywhere...but if he were go out and about and occasionally he did there was no harm in taking her along might actually be a good idea until he could find out exactly how this binding spell worked.

The town square worked a lot like Diagon ally but no where near as big. There were curious looks as no one could ever recall Fenrir walking around with a woman perched on his broad shoulder. They didn't get a chance to deduce she was a muggle, his brisk pace saw to that.

Some members of his pack who were around stared at Fenrir until he glared at them to make them mind their manners. He adjusted Diana causing her gasp and catch herself before she fell off.

Fenrir adjusted his grip on her legs sliding his hand higher up on her thighs making her go stiff. He wasn't actually trying to terrorize her but her smell was driving him mad and had been since he'd first grabbed her in the woods. It was distracting and that annoyed him that he could even be so distracted. Usually the only thing that overwhelmed his sense was the smell of blood.

This close to his face he couldn't block it out like he had at the pub. Every time he breathed in her scent teased him bringing to mind everything that had ever moved him all the way back to when he was still human.

He grunted breathing in her smell trying to not to falter in his step...chocolate frogs which he had loved when he was a kid... a dark dank cave in which he had made his home before he had started down the bloody path he had...lilac perfume...fear...the smell of rain just before it poured onto the forest... a bitch in heat.

" Fenrir?" his name made him perk his ears up slightly. He realized suddenly to his chagrin he had actually stopped in the middle of street and turned his head pressing his face against the cloak around her to smell her. Annoyed he adjusted her again almost tipping her over forcing her to lay around his shoulders like a contented cat.

He'd get over this right quick he promised himself. When he had the time he would strip her and sniff every inch of her for as long as he pleased. He reached up and scratched his nose. The smell of the cloak itself he didn't like. Someone else's smell on her. He didn't deal in clothes therefore he actually didn't know any spells that would cloak her but he knew others who did.

He was glad when he came up to the apartment. He knocked briefly. When Sharlee opened the door her eyes went wide at the sight of Fenrir giving piggy back rides. He pushed past her and set the woman he was carrying down. He explained what he wanted and much to his annoyance Sharlee immediately objected.

" You want me to put clothes on another woman?" She stared at Diana a moment then she wrinkled her nose " God's blood is she a muggle? What is she doing in Low Hollow? "

" Never mind how she got here get her some clothes that fit and fix that pink thing she's got on."Fenrir snapped. Damn women who couldn't just do what they were told.

Sharlee huffed angrily. " Fine...are you going to stand there like an old peeping tom? "

Fenrir grinned at her but after a moment of silence he shrugged and walked out into her little drawing room. Sharlee whirled angrily on Diana.

"Look here bitch! You will NOT be alpha female! If you try I will rip you up!"

Diana stared at the tall lovely blonde astonished and scared. She had no idea what that had meant but she knew this woman was dangerous. Best to not make her violent. " No I'm not...I won't...can you...can you help me get away? "

Sharlee stared at her frowning " Get away from where? "

" From here...from him!" Diana whispered.

Sharlee shook her head a bit confused...Fenrir wouldn't dare keep a muggle just for amusement would he? Well even if he did he was head of the pack and though she might buck and stand up to him in order to secure her place she would never actually go against him.

" Drop that cloak." She said curtly.

Diana once again tasted the bitter ash of disappointment. She had hoped to get the woman on her side. She dropped the cloak and didn't even meet the woman eyes as she walked around studying her.

Sharlee reached and ran a hand down the muggles breast to her waist to the saucy kick where her hip began. A bit of lust went through her...what a lovely body...small wonder Fenrir the great prick wanted her dressed better.

Sharlee pulled out her wand and pointed it at the muggle. Just like that the pink lacy gown was fixed. Diana didn't get a chance to wonder over this because the gown suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to her, then folded itself up, and settled in a chair. A swish and flick brought out a couple of bolts of fabric. While Diana stared amazed with her arms held out a few outfits fitted themselves to her seeming to appear out of the air then whipping off her to fold and settle in the chair with her gown. Sharlee made her 2 dresses and 2 pairs of pants. Another spell put good walking shoes on her.

She stood back admiring her creation. Diana was wearing a walking gown done in forest green cinched tightly at the waist with a corset and roomy sleeves that stopped at her elbows. Sharlee mentally patted herself on the back. The woman wasn't beautiful but she had a body that more then made up for that. Something Fenrir no doubt wanted to display. She added the other clothes to a small bag and handed it over to Diana. She took the muggle's hand and led her out to present her silently to Fenrir.

Fenrir looked her over and nodded approvingly. He frowned when he saw Diana was trying to loosen the corset in one hand and pull her hair up with the other.

" Leave it alone!" He looked almost as astonished as the women that he had raised his voice. Sharlee glared at Diana for a moment.

" Fenrir? I feel like I should get some answers. Does the pack need to be concerned about the ministry getting involved in our business?"

Fenrir shook his head. " I'll handle the ministry. Is the witch...what was her name? "

" Sandra." Sharlee said dryly.

" Is Sandra ready for her first full moon?" Fenrir asked he was still looking at Diana his eyes taking in everything from the strained white look on her face to the walking shoes that covered her delicate little feet.

" She thinks so." Sharlee said.

Fenrir nodded and reached out to snag Diana's hand and lead her out to the cobblestone street. Sharlee stood at the door a moment more puzzled than angry and then shrugged and went back inside.

Fenrir walked away from the ally leading Diana out of town. They were subject to many looks. Diana's shape caused some but most of them were again shocked to see Fenrir acting odd. He was walking down a street holding a woman's hand. None of them could ever remember seeing that either. A majority of them shrugged it off as there really was someone for everyone.

Fenrir walked until they were by the river. He led Diana to a stone bench and sat her down. He began to pace in front of her while she tightly held the bag in her hands and stared at the ground.

" Now let's get this over with. Pay attention Diana. You're a muggle..you don't use magic. Here as you've seen we do." Fenrir pulled his wand out just long enough to make a green flame flicker out of it. Diana nodded not wanting to interrupt now that she was finally getting some answers.

" Everything you believe doesn't exist, exist here. I'm a shapeshifter. A lycan. So is Sharlee and most of my pack but there's other shapeshifters who turn into other animals sometimes against their will sometimes not. "

Diana stared at him " So that's why you look..." She trailed off awkwardly. Fenrir grinned at her and even struck a pose.

" That's why I'm so handsome I'll change with the full moon but you won't be with me because more then likely my pack will kill you and I might not be able to help myself from turning you."

He started to pace again. " You were brought here by magic by three kids...you don't know why and I don't know why but I aim to find out. You and I have been bespelled to be linked together somehow, until I know more I'm not going to hurt you...yet."

Diana flinched.

" Some people of some import are going to be looking for you and for me and when we speak to them you will not impress on any of them that you want to leave. Believe me I can whip us anywhere in a heart beat and if you get me run out of town...well let's just say I won't be happy and if I'm not happy I'll forget about not hurting you and trust me there's ways I can torture you without even breaking a sweat."

He gave her a hard look until she nodded to let him know she understood. Fenrir put his wand up and crossed his arms staring down at her.

" Any questions? "

" Will you send me back?" Diana asked looking at him hopefully.

Fenrir cocked his head a moment then a grin stretched up his lips there was a gleam in his eyes but she couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one.

" I don't know. Think if I can get away with it I might keep you."

Diana glanced at her hands twisting nervously in her lap.

" But why? If you didn't bring me here and I'm going to cause you trouble why not send me back and be done with? "

Fenrir shrugged. " I'll think about it."

Meaning he wouldn't Diana sighed and shrugged to herself. He said there were more people here with magic. If she could get away from him she could find someone to bring her home.

Suddenly Fenrir jerked causing her to look at him confused. There was a small envelope floating in front of his face. From his astonished expression she was given the impression it had surprised him as much as it had her.

A loud roar of anger seemed to come from it sending a brief gust of air that ruffled the hair on Fenrir furious red face. A loud baritone voice caused Diana to jump as it spewed anger and fury at Fenrir who reacted with equal fury.

" He sent me a howler?! That fucking uppity bastard pussy cat sent me a howler?!" Fenrir grabbed the offending paper out of the air and ripped it up himself. He then proceeded to stomp it into the ground. Noise caused him to look up angrily.

Diana was laughing. She knew this was bad. She knew as angry as he was Fenrir might forget about not hurting her and possibly punch her hard enough to break her neck but she couldn't help it. She had crammed both her hands against her mouth to stop the peals of laughter that escaped but it did her no good.

Then an amazing thing happened. Through her watery eyes Fenrir went from looking angry to chagrined and then his mouth kicked up in an almost embarrassed manner as it dawned on him he must have looked ridiculous. A big man like him stomping the life out of an itty bitty screaming envelope. He looked down at the scraps of paper and placed one hand on his hip and scratched behind his head. He looked up at Diana who had managed to get her laughter under control except for a few giggles that escaped.

He shrugged almost bashfully and waved his hand around the offending scraps that were catching fire and disappearing.

" Heh, you know I've always hated those things." he said. This time when he grinned at her Diana was actually able to smile back.