A/N: To the guest who's review I can't reply to: You're right, after all that planning they messed up pretty badly. But they weren't expecting an attack from behind, and as you will see things went better than you might expect. They are also unwilling to cast the killing curse – it does carry a life sentence in Azkaban.

When the six Order members who had gone on a mission to kill Greyback portkeyed into the hospital wing of Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey was ready and waiting with an assortment of spells, potions and salves. Zeroing in on Tonks, she quickly levitated the metamorphagus onto a hospital bed and forced a dreamless sleep potion down her throat. It was obvious that her leg was dislocated, and restoring it to the right position was a painful procedure best performed while the patient was sleeping. Before that though, a few scourgifys to remove the blood before she started to heal the assortment of deep scratches that Tonks had accumulated.

As Pomfrey worked Kingsley, Sirius and Moody shared notes on how the attack had gone so wrong.

"What happened?" demanded Sirius.

Moody grunted. "Damn wolf snuck up behind us. Fires a stinging hex to distract Tonks and then in a second she's gone. Didn't see Greyback. How'd your end go?"

"Saw Greyback at the start, but couldn't get a good angle from the wolves in the way. He's a fierce fighter, so I decided to at least incapacitate him instead of giving him a chance to react. Hit his left foot with a blasting curse, even with magic he won't be walking evenly any time soon." Rattled out Aberforth.

"Damn you!" hissed Sirius. "What did I say about not aiming to injure? You may not realise this, but by taking him out of the battle early you cost us any chance of finishing the job!"

"Easy Sirius." Said Kingsley, trying to placate the ex-convict. If you could call him a convict without a trial. "We took out a lot of werewolves today, and what's more, we've shaken them up. They'll be licking their wounds for a while, which gives us time to do the same."

"Killing a few werewolves isn't enough! They can easily make more! We needed to kill Greyback. We had one shot and we blew it!"

"What about Tonks?" interjected Hestia worriedly. "She got bitten!"

The colour drained from Sirius's face as he glanced at his sleeping cousin. Madam Pomfrey had finished healing her various wounds and was about to pop Tonks's leg back into place.

"I did my best." Said Aberforth quietly. "You seem to be forgetting that if it weren't for me, your be in a worse place than her."

Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but shut it when he realised it was true. Besides, there was no point assigning blame – they needed to focus on dividing their enemies, they couldn't afford to let the same thing happen to them.

Instead he said: "There's an Order meeting scheduled for tomorrow night. We'll assess reactions and what our next move is then."

With a nod, Aberforth used Pomfrey's floo to return to the Hog's Head. Meanwhile the mediwitch had finished working on Tonks and was currently forcing Sirius to sit down so she could do the same for him.

"How is she?" asked Hestia, subdued. She and Tonks were close friends; the fact that they had both come so close to death had shaken her.

Pomfrey tutted disapprovingly, but softened when she saw the fear in Hestia's eyes. "She'll live, but there will be a lot of scarring. As a metamorphagus this may not be a problem, but unfortunately she was bitten. I'm afraid Miss Tonks is now a werewolf."

Hestia slumped at the news that her best friend had been turned. The three men in the room looked on in silence, each wondering how it had all gone wrong.

The next evening the Order met in silence. Even when everyone had arrived, no-one knew how to begin. Eventually Dumbledore leant forward. "Now do you see the folly of your actions? This rash attack on Voldemort has ended a young woman's promising career, and merely served to anger Voldemort."

"I take it Severus reported back then?" asked Lupin softly. He had taken the news of Tonks being bitten badly, as he considered himself at fault for revealing the location of the pack.

"Surely it does not take much thought to deduce Voldemort's reaction?" Asked Dumbledore gravely.

Unfortunately for him, Sirius caught the way he dodged the question. "So is that a no then? You are just assuming that the attack had no real effect?"

Dumbledore frowned. "Severus was called by the Dark Lord at noon today. He has yet to return."

"That's promising." Muttered Moody sarcastically. Then, raising his voice: "I assume Snape knows to come here for the Order meeting? Because if not then I don't know what else we can really do. We need to know how Voldemort was affected before we plan our next move."

"He knows where to come. We need only wait."

Almost an hour later, Severus Snape staggered into the room, visibly shaking, and collapsed into a chair. Irritably waving away Molly's fussing he looked straight at Sirius. "Well, Black, if your intention was to anger the Dark Lord, you certainly succeeded. Although next time I would appreciate it if I didn't have to suffer through the Cruciatus Curse due to your activities."

"I take it we had some success then?" checked Sirius.

Snape sighed. "Much as it pains me to say it, you may be on to something Black. The Dark Lord was furious that a third of his werewolves were either killed or seriously injured. Although, unsurprisingly, you failed to put down Greyback." The Potions Master's customary sneer returned as he slowly recovered from the effects of the torture curse. "You will however be pleased to hear that you mangled his leg beyond repair. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord was not quite ready to lose his servant, and he gifted the mongrel a new silver leg much like Pettigrew's hand. It has slowed him down somewhat, but it still works. Meanwhile, as you predicted, there is dissension amongst the werewolves. Although nothing has come of it yet, if we wait we may see a revolt in the pack."

"Thank you Severus," Began Dumbledore.

"Yes, thank you Snape." Interrupted Sirius. "But we are not going to just wait and see. The werewolves were the easiest target of the lot. Next we should target Death Eaters."

"How do we do that?" asked Elphias Doge. "We can't exactly go round attacking anyone we think is a Death Eater."

Sirius smirked. "Remember how I said before that the Death Eaters got to choose where they attacked? I'm thinking we rig the choices." He sighed at the bemused looks of the Order members, most of whom had never heard of the way Muggles sometimes rigged their games.

"Look, we have a couple of problems. One: we need to engage the Death Eaters in a battle that suits us, but they are the ones that choose where they attack. Two: we need away to tip the scales of the next battle so that we aren't the ones at a disadvantage. Oh, and I guess three: we need to keep Sniv- Snape in his position as a spy. My plan is this: we give them a nice juicy target, something they can't possibly resist. Snape goes to Voldemort and tells him about the opportunity, and we set up a battle that we are actually prepared for."

Snape shook his head. "If I lead the Death Eaters into a trap my cover will be blown completely. He already suspects me for not telling him about the attack on the werewolves, I barely managed to convince him that it would have meant tipping my hand. With the Order taking a new stance that's the last thing he wants."

"Ah, but will he suspect you if you lead the Death Eaters into a trap by telling them that it's a trap?"

Snape looked at him askance. Moody scoffed. "I don't know what hare-brained scheme you've come up with Black, but telling someone that they're walking into a trap tends to defeat the point."

"Ah, but while Snape may know about who Dumbledore assigned to guard this juicy, juicy bait, he won't know that the impulsive Sirius Black has decided to defy orders and will be providing extra protection."

The spy rolled his eyes. "Somehow I don't think I'll have much trouble convincing him that you are an impulsive idiot. Fine, tell me the bait."

As all this was going on Dumbledore watched helplessly as his own meeting of the group he personally founded was railroaded completely from its original purpose. And the worst thing was that he actually liked their idea better.

"My Lord." Greeted Snape as he entered the throne room. His Master watched him with cold eyes.

"I hope you have a good reason to return to me so soon after your dismissal." The quiet hiss sent shivers down Snape's spine. Voldemort really was furious with him.

"My Lord, the Tonks girl, an Auror trainee, was bitten during the attack on the werewolves. Black has provided a safe house in the form of an abandoned family property where she and his pet furball can adjust to her new condition." Snape let the disgust drip off his words, just as the Dark Lord would expect. "The wards are mediocre at best, and could easily be brought down."

"How... convenient." Drawled Voldemort. Ofcourse he would notice, thought Snape to himself, he isn't the Dark Lord for nothing. Aloud what he said was: "Quite. Dumbledore wishes me to lure you into a trap. He has Moody and Shacklebolt posted as guards to ambush any assault team you send."

"Well, well, well." Hissed Voldemort. "All three of the Aurors who attacked Fenrir's werewolves, together in one place. Vulnerable because of that self same raid. What delicious irony. Severus," he ordered, "you will tell Bellatrix to assemble a team. It is only fitting that she dispose of that disgrace to the Black family." As the spy turned towards the door he called out. "Oh, and Severus? If anything unexpected happens during this attack, I will hold you personally accountable."

Severus hesitated. This wasn't part of the plan but... "I believe that Black may be impulsive enough to visit his cousin. Merlin knows he lacks any ability to follow orders."

Voldemort waved his concerns away. "As much as I admire your determination to avoid even the slightest chance of being blamed, I do not believe Black would so blatantly defy Dumbledore."

Inside Snape was laughing to himself. Oh he knew he would pay for that later, when his lord found out he was right after all, but it was so satisfying to have told the wizard their entire game plan, only for him to disregard the essential piece.

A/N: My muse has kind of abandoned me here for now, so I will post this and probably continue my writing spree tomorrow.