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Chapter 13

A rage, stronger than any fire, burns deep inside each one of us. There is no other way to put it, it burns, and it consumes us. It is our greatest weakness and also gave us incredible power. You must understand, young pup, as everything magic gives us, is neither good nor evil. It just is.

The rage is frightening, both for ourselves and for others. The first time you swell in it, is intoxicating feeling of strength, the speed, the raw magical power. But, the bloodthirsty, the need to hurt, the lust, are all also all too real. Magic creates life but also destroys it. The rage makes us magic's hunters.

Without proper guidance, we can quickly fall prisoner to the anger that burns. Its power is addictive. To let it take over us, to fight and kill without mercy, is tempting. But, fighting against it is the recipe for failure and despair. Fighting it only results in death. The death of the wolf, or in most cases, the death of those around him.

One must embrace it. The rage is part of us, and only through accepting we may conquer it. The anger gives us the power to kill, but also to protect. Is through it that we can see magic's colors. We are magic's ultimate hunters because of it. With time, as you learn how to embrace your anger, it will make you stronger, your senses sharper, you speed will increase, and magic will run through you easier.

We are magic's hunters, and we are the rage.

.oOo.

Fleur felt Harry finally calming down as the carriage stopped in front of them. She was feeling weird, and a little earlier she almost could feel his anger bleeding through her. Veelas were empaths, and it was easy for them to detect and read other people's feelings, but that was different. Fleur could feel his rage, like a scratch on the back of her mind, mixing with her feelings. It was scary and exciting at the same time.

They hopped in the carriage and sat side by side, and Fleur could see that his resolve was coming back. Harry had the gaze he usually did when trying to think ahead. "Sorry for my little outburst back there. Sometimes it's hard to control myself." He said suddenly to her, holding her hand tightly. Fleur smiled at him.

"Who am I to lecture you about it 'Arry. I wanted to burn the bastards to the ground myself, I confess. I am not an example…" She giggled, and Harry smiled and kissed her. There she felt again, the scratch on the back of her mind. So subtle Fleur almost missed it. She looked at him, trying to read his emotions.

The anger was still there, but under layers of caring, awe, pride and… lust. Fleur moved a finger over Harry's lips, and licked her lips; the wolf smiled at her, and in a quick movement captured her lips. She opened her lips, letting his invading tongue play with her own. As before, they battle for dominance, Harry's hand on her waist and the other on her neck. Fleur felt his passion, all his resolve running through his lips. Her arousal was growing. The veela let her allure run free, focusing on the wizard in from of her, feeling his temperature rising, his hands mapping her back from top to bottom.

Fleur felt like she was drinking on their passion, feeding each other's needs. The witch let herself go in her wolf's arms. Never had she felt anything like that. In a bold move, Harry moved both his hands under her bum and pulled her to him, and Fleur let herself be taken, running her leg over his lap, not allowing their mouths part, kissing and biting, moving her hands in his hair. When their hips met, she felt the bulge of his stiff member under his trousers, pressing against her panty clad folds; she cursed the layers of fabric between them, clawing his chest. Harry's hand ran in her tights, under her dress to find her perfect ass. She moaned with his callous touch, his hands were rough but carrying. Fleur started rocking in his lap, Harry's strong grab helping her move. She cried and gasped for air, as the wizard attacked her neck and shoulders. The veela bit her lips feeling the small orgasm building in her core. When she looked at his face, he was smiling, the most predatory smile she had ever seen on his face, and that was enough to push her over the edge. Fleur bit his neck as she came, trying not to make too much noise.

She stayed there, on top of him, Panting and smiling. His hands were running through her back slowly, caressing her. Harry gave her neck small, loving kisses. "How you do this to me?" She asked. "I am the adult here!"

He looked at her with a grim.

"Magic!"

.oOo.

Platform 9, ¾, five years ago.

Severus Snape stood looking at the sea of children in front of him with a fake air of disdain. At his side Kingsley Shacklebolt did the same with his hawk like eyes. Severus was actually shocked with the number of children; he remembered when he took that ride for the first time. There must have been at least two times the children then than what he saw now. The war had really taken a heavy tool in the magic population of Britain. No wonder Hogwarts had so many unused classrooms.

"Remind me why I am here again?" He asked the big man on his side.

"Because you owe your life to the old man, and forever you will do his dirty work." The man answered without looking at him, making no effort to hide the disgust on his voice. Severus sighed. As much as he hated it, Shacklebolt was right. He was trapped, maybe forever. Even so, the dark man knew he deserved it, it was the price to pay for not spending the rest of his days in Azkaban, and also, he still held hope to help.

That's when he saw the boy, Lily's son, amidst the procession of red haired kids. The first thing that struck him was how much he looked like James, but missed the arrogant air the pureblood had. No, his manners and walk where all Lily's. He seemed in awe, looking around, walking with his beautiful white owl. The second thing Snape noticed was how small he looked. Something was not right there. He was even smaller than many of the girls in his own year. He nodded to Shacklebolt and showed him the boy. The big man seemed sad. "Well, I will patrol around the station; you keep an eye on the kid." Snape nodded as the man walked away.

The boy seemed lost, looking around. He clearly hadn't any contact with the book for muggleborns. Once again, Severus questioned the idea of keeping the kid ignorant about who he was all these years. Looking closer he could see the oversized clothes he was wearing, and the broken glasses. The boy who lived looked like a small bun.

Then a girl approached him, black hair, with Ivory skin. She looked proud with her new school uniform, and eager to help him. The boy smiled at her, and the girl helped him to the train. Severus heart hurt when he saw the girl's parents and knew what he had to do; the headmaster had been very specific in his instructions. He followed the small couple inside the train.

It broke his heart seeing them talk happily, the boy seemed to crave contact, and the pretty little girl was eager to give him. They sat in a cabin, and Snape could hear the girl talking. "Wait here a little Harry, I will fetch some of my friends, Tracy and Susan will love to know you! Be right back!"

"O... ok…" the boy answered shyly. The girl came out of the cabin with a big smile on her face and stopped in front of Snape, with a jump.

"I'm sorry sir…" She said with her hands in the chest. "You scared me a little."

"No problem." Severus said in an even tone. "I am professor Snape, you are..?"

"Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass sir."

Snape sighed. "I am sorry Ms. Greengrass, I hope you forgive someday." The cute girl looked confused, then scared when he pointed his wand at her and said. "Confundus…"

.oOo.

Harry felt like he was flying, even with his feet on the ground. His "defense club" was going well, he had his friends, his pack, around him (even if some of they didn't know about It.), he was able to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend, and the next full moon would coincide with the term's end. Not even Ron's death glares or the prospect of detention with Snape over the next week were able to bring his mood down.

At first, Harry was worried about how the other girls would react. He really liked Fleur, to be with her was like a dream, but he didn't want to chase the others away, but to his surprise, none of that happened. "Or maybe I am too stupid to notice anything." He thought once or twice. But everyone seemed ok with the new dynamic. Katie especially seemed thrilled about Harry and Fleur's relationship. Crazy witch.

After the carriage snog, Harry and Fleur decided to take it a little more slowly, but their more private kisses, when no one was looking, always ended up heating up, with needy hands and carefree exploration. They were not sure if it was her allure or his werewolf nature, and Harry didn't care. He actually liked and seemed like Fleur also did.

Harry met with Fleur at the carriage's door, and they walked hand in hand to the great Hall were they meet the others, this morning he was finally going to be able to fly with Viktor Krum. And he was stoked. It had been almost four days since the first task, and he was eager to fly again.

The morning was cold, and the French girls seemed especially affected by the freezing wind. Harry had caught Fleur complaining about the Scotch weather more than once the last few days. "What's next, rain and snow at the same time?" The three girls had heavy coats and scarfs around their necks. Hermione, Daphne, Blaise, Ginny, Luna, and Katie completed Harry's little Entourage to the quidditch pit. The wizard noticed Luna was carrying a camera.

"I love this smell…" Harry whispered on the field, taking a deep breath, feeling the scent of the humid dirty, the wind and the lake. The fact that he could feel so many of his friends' scents closer to him just made him feel even better. Fleur and Katie looked at each other with a knowing expression and smiled. After just a couple minutes Viktor Krum showed up, accompanied by Roger Daves and two other durmstrang students, a robust looking boy and a petite dirty blond haired girl.

"Hello, Harry." The champion extended his hand that Harry gladly took. The Bulgarian seekers had a strong wood scent to Harry, feeling as strong as his build. "Let's have a good flight, shall we."

"Of course Viktor, I'm here for the fun; we both know I don't stand a chance."

"Is never wise to underestimate the adversary, I did it to you once and will not do it again." Harry just smiled at that. Luna took a step forward with her camera in hand and a dreamy smile.

"Hello mister Krum, I am Luna Lovegood, Harry's friend, my father and I have a small publication, and we would like to publish an article about the champions, not like the one on the prophet mind you. We want to show the true persons behind it, and their cooperation and friendship. Harry and Fleur already gave me permission, but I will not do anything without yours as well."

Viktor eyed the petite girl with suspicion, then at Harry and Fleur, who nodded in approval. He shrugged. "Anything is better than that terrible lying paper anyways, so, why not. But I would ask you to run it through my agent before publication, little girl, is that ok?"

"Thank you, I agree, I am pretty sure their offices are filled with snarkles, and that is why they can't write correctly." Viktor wide eye looked at Harry, who simply signed negatively with his head and shrugged, as the others laughed. "And there is only one way to remove snarkles, and I doubt they do it there." Harry smiled widen as he saw Viktor's mouth opening and closing, without understanding.

"And which way is that, Ms. Lovegood?" Viktor finally asked.

"Orgasms of course! They are extremely allergic to it, which is the reason you and Harry don't have any." Luna answered with the most neutral expression in the world, as if she was just stating the obvious. Viktor blushed furiously, and Harry noticed Roger blushing too. "I will start by taking some pics of this recreation game if is not a problem."

"No, not at all…" Viktor whispered, wishing to end the strange conversation as fast as possible. "Aren't you going to join us, Ms. Delacour?"

"Oh non, I much prefer my feet on the ground mister Krum. Today I will just be a spectator." Fleur gave him a bright smile. Harry removed his jacket getting a horrified look from Hermione.

"Harry! You are going to freeze like that!"

"No Hermione," Katie said in her ear. "That way he won't overheat. Remember?" The bushy haired girl finally seems to understand and nodded. Katie released the training snitches, five of them. Harry got on his Firebolt and lifted himself.

"Simple training run. The one to get most snitchs wins? The Raven boy asked.

"Seems good to me!" The Bulgarian seeker responded, getting into his broom and ascending fast. So fast, Harry watched with awe, he knew the young man was leagues ahead of him, and that brought a predatory smile to his face. Harry quickly tailed the other seeker, studying his movements. The older wizard was precise, meticulous. Scanning the pit, pretending not to notice Harry right behind him. In less than a second, Krum disappeared from his sight. In a swift movement, Viktor was diving at dead drop speed, and Harry quickly followed, as fast as he could. "This is probably a faint…" the young wizard thought.

But he loved it. The blowing wind on his hair, his hands tight around the broom, all his senses sharp as a knife. He could feel his body temperature rising. Suddenly a golden wind exploded in the left of his head. He was not sure if it was his wolf senses or the actual snitch, he only knew it was going up. With a quick maneuver, Harry turned upside down and with a spin managed to change the direction of his fall without losing too much momentum. After a fell seconds, he was rising almost as fast as he was falling, and he saw the golden movement line. Harry finally understood why werewolves couldn't play. He clearly could see the magical path of the little golden orb ahead. Rising, and rising. The wind was blowing on his ear. His roaring was the only sound he could hear. Everything else disappeared. Including Krum.

That proved to be a fatal mistake when Harry felt the older wizard body slamming into his own. "Damn he is fast!" It was all he could think while he struggled to keep control at high speed. The Bulgarian extended his hand to the golden sphere and tried to snatch it, but thanks to Harry's own slam on his broom he came an inch short. They both smiled at each other as they pressed after the little magical object. Once again Harry tried to rotate in his on axis to get free if the other seeker, without losing sight of the snitch. But Krum turned with a rim. Then older wizard realized that although Harry may be faster, he was stronger.

Suddenly the snitch changed direction again and started going perpendicular to the seekers. With a fast movement, Krum shoved Harry with his feet, away from the magic ball and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. Harry tried to get back on track, but with a bold move, Krum lifted himself from his broom, keeping contact with only one hand, his entire body on the air, giving him maximum reach, and snatched the snitch mid-air. Harry himself gave him a roar for the brilliant maneuver as they started descending to the field.

Only now Harry could see the gathering of students from all the three school that had come to watch them fly, screaming and cheering. He could see Angelina, Alicia and the twins, and even Cedric amidst the watchers.

"That was amazing!" He told Krum as they landed. "You really are incredible."

"You too Harry, your reflexes and your speed are something else!" The Bulgarian extended his hand, which Harry gladly took. "In a year or less, you will be able to go professional my friend. Just a little more training."

Harry felt a little sad, but the feeling was quickly pushed aside by Fleur's lips on his. "You both were great Harry! Look at all the people cheering!" She said with a touch of pride in her voice.

"So," Krum asked. "Which of your friends here play?"

"Katie, Blaise, and Ginny," Harry said pointing at his friends currently at the field.

"Hey, Roger, Brune." Viktor call. "What about a friendly game." Harry saw his friends' eyes got as wide as their smiles.

"Sure." Roger Daves answered. "As long you and Harry play keeper…"

.oOo.

Daphne waited inside the room of requirement; the place looked like a perfect dance floor. The wireless played a soft tune, and she got lost imagining Harry and herself dancing at the Yule Ball. She knew it was not going to happen, but she didn't care, not at the moment. She liked him, and she even liked Fleur and was not one to give up. And it was fun to dream about it.

She didn't really understand all Katie's talking about the pack, inner circle, alpha. She knew it was important, but right now Daphne was debating what to do with her own feelings. The girl had promised Fleur space, but the witch also knew that Harry could change his mind, or even legally stay with both girls. But, was she herself ok with it? Well, at least Fleur was beautiful. And Daphne had grown watching Tracy's family, and they always seemed happy. "What am I thinking? I need to calm down, and I don't even know if I like him that much." Daphne snapped.

She then remembered all the moments they had, all her dreams, ever since the second year. "Yes… I do…" Then she felt the strange tug on the back of her head again. That was getting her worried. "I really need to check this up with Mom over the holidays…"

The truth was that she cared much for them, not only Harry, but Fleur, Hermione, Tracy, Blaise, and even Katie, Ginny and Neville, the group had cracked her emotional defenses in ways she didn't even know was possible... "My ice queen reputation will suffer, but who cares, I may not need it anymore."

The door opened, and Harry entered the room, looking confused at the configuration.

Daphne giggled at his dazed look, and she liked when the building leader, or as Fleur liked to call, the wolf, gave place to the confused and amazed boy in him. "Hum, Daphne… what is this?" He finally asked.

"There is a ball coming, and I will teach you how to dance." She saw him blushing. "Before you start. I know you are taking Fleur, don't worry, I will not even be in the school at the time."

"No? Why?" Did he sound disappointed? Sad? Seemed like it.

"I have some important family matters to attend at home Harry, as much as I would like to pass my holidays with you, with all of you." Daphne stood up and approached him. He took his now familiar deep breath, feeling her scent. She rejoiced in the knowledge that he liked it, and that made him feel calm and secure. "But the Yule ball is a fantastic opportunity for you. The new Black family heir. The Potter scion. The press will be here to see you and your veela. Do you understand how important of a statement that is? You need to cause a good impression, and I will help you."

"Thank you…"

"Don't mention it, and I need you to look good when I became the new lady Greengrass-Black." She said casually, and Harry blushed furiously, making Daphne laugh.

"Teaser…" He said. Was she?

"You really need to grow a thicker skin, Harry. Come." Daphne extended her hand. "Come on, hold my hand." Daphne was surprised, although, with red cheeks, Harry didn't hesitate in taking her hand. Fleur was doing well to him it seems. "Good, is all about imposing yourself and looking confident." She walked with him to the edge of the floor. "Remember you are going to enter the ball with probably the most beautiful girl in the school, use that to your advantage." He smiled at her. "What?"

"Nothing…"

"Harry?"

"Just inappropriate thoughts, never mind…"

"Having sassy dreams already, are we?"

"No! Ok, I just think you are as beautiful as her." Daphne blushed. "And that is not the reason I like you both. I mean, the fact you are both gorgeous help…" he giggled at her red face. "But I like you both as your own persons…"

"Well, thank you, I guess… ok… first, you enter with her. At this moment, let the world see her, let them see how proud you are of being there. Probably there will be some announcements and presentations, just endure it." Daphne moved to the floor holding his hand at chest high. "When the first dance is announced, move with her to the floor. No need to hurry, this is not Quidditch."

"No, it is way more dangerous…" Harry said, and Daphne rolled her eyes. They stopped at the center of the dance floor, looking at each other. Daphne found out she couldn't contain a small smile and seemed like the wizard couldn't either. She took his other hand and placed around her waist, feeling the tension in the air.

"Now, I will show you how to lead, but it is your job to do so. Don't worry, and I don't expect you to get it on the first try, just relax." She placed her hand on his shoulder. Both were enjoying the closeness. "Now, try to follow my lead." Harry stumbled at first, but just like Daphne expected after watching him duel, his movements were graceful enough, and he quickly got the pace, although with some rhythm issues. "There, you are getting it…move the other foot…"

They danced one song than two, and three. Smiling at each other. Daphne felt right. Even the scratch on the back of her mind didn't bother her. How foolish she was to believe in her prejudices, to believe in others from her house. There she was around a complex young man, who made her feel accepted and wanted.

The music slowed down, and Harry stopped, blushing. She knew she must be blushing too. Daphne now placed both her hands around his neck and approached him, to her pleasure; he also wrapped his arms around his waist. Her heart was pounding as they slowly moved across the dance floor. They stay in silence, dancing.

"You are not half as bad as you said, Harry." Daphne finally got to say when the music stopped. They were so close.

"Thank you Daphne…" he whispered. They stayed close even after the music had stopped. His body was so warm, he was sniffing her hair, and she loved the shiver it sent down her spine. When they finally parted she looked at his bright emerald green eyes.

"But you need more practice Potter." She said trying to give him a smirk. "Same time in two days?"

"You bet."

HPHPHP

Ron walked through the echoing hallways and corridors at a precise, steady pace. At first, he was unsure, but he had already come here, there was nothing more to lose. Hermione had rejected him, Seamus and Dean preferred to talk to each other, and his own family was on Harry's side all the time. And his so-called "best mate" had no problem shoving it in his face. At least the sneaking little snake saw his valor, and he was even starting to enjoy her presence.

Crabbe and Goyle were at the classroom door, as they usually did. Ron entered without even acknowledging them. Inside the empty room, amidst broken chairs, Pansy was waiting for him. Her short black hair was shining, reflecting the light coming from the doorway. She gave him an evil smile when he entered. He knew she was using him. Maybe he liked it.

The Slytherin girl held a small box in her hands. She signed for Ron to come closer to her. She was sitting on the old professor's desk with crossed legs, her robes open, showing the school uniform under it. Ron's gaze stood for some time on the way a big part of her tights was revealed and was unapologetic about it.

"Like what you see Weasley?" She asked in a sultry voice.

"Can't say I don't." He answered harshly. "Since when the two trolls follow you?

"They want the same thing as myself, so I am letting them help me."

Ron stopped at her side on the table, leaning on it. "Does Draco know you are shagging his goons?" Ron said with an evil smirk.

"Fuck you, Weasley; I shag whoever I want, and fuck Draco!" He raised his eyebrows. "If Draco wants to suck the Dark Lord's cock like his father that is his problem, none of us want to be dragged along. He can take that fat cow with him if he wants. But not me, nor Crable and Goyle." The look on the witch's eyes was fierce, and Ron couldn't help but admire it.

"Anyway, I have something for you, if you are willing to help me." She extended him the box.

Ron could see it was addressed to Draco, and she signed for him to open it, inside there was a wand. Long and dark, different from the ones Ollivander made. "An untraceable wand, Ron, imagine it. No shit ministry rules, no way for anyone to know who used it. Remember what I told you about retribution?"

He took the wand in his hands, and his parents would kill him if they knew Ron even touched it. The thought makes him smiled. "So, what's the catch?"

"You need to help me break Draco."

.oOo.

Amelia Bones stepped out of the fireplace with a sigh and looked around the beautiful room, decorated in a tasteful art deco style. It had been an extenuating voyage, floo, two portkeys and another foo from the ministry of magic in France to the Delacour residence. Very taxing of her own magic. A beautiful woman was waiting for her, dressed in a sober, but very feminine Dior dress, in contrast with Amelia's auror trousers and boots, and a dark coat.

"Bonjour Amelia, it has been a long time." The woman said in a very welcoming voice.

"Fourteen years Apolline, you don't look a day older."

"Merci, you look very good yourself, Amelia." Amelia indeed looked well. At her late thirties, the witch was fit from her constant training, and her features, although hardened by years of service in the Auror force, were quite pleasant, adorned by a dark red hair. "I'm happy to see you got where you want, chief of the DMLE."

Amelia smiled remembering the time she shared her dreams with the woman in front of her when she could even call her friend. "And I would never imagine Jacques as Minister, he hated politics if I recall, just like Sirius and James."

Apolline giggled. "Life led us to strange paths. How's Suzan? She must be a young woman by now."

"She is fine, and I did my best to raise her as my own daughter." Amelia sighed and looked sadly at the veela in front of her. "As much as I would like to catch up, I am here for a reason, and it had been a long trip."

"Of course…" Apolline answered in a defeated tone. "Please follow me director Bones. The woman led Amelia through the house, very well decorated, but much modest than the red-haired has initially thought. The Delacours we're an old blood family in the continent, but not as wealthy as some of the British dynasties, its true power were their political connections. It made sense; most of the French's magical aristocracy had been wiped along with its non-magical counterpart. They arrived at a big double door, and Apolline gestured inside. "Please, if you need something, don't hesitate to call me."

Amelia nodded and opened the door, and she didn't know what she hoped to find inside the studio, for the first time in many years she was afraid.

And he stood in front of her. After more than thirteen years, the man she hated more than all, Sirius Black. The man who stole her youth, her happiness. The man she loved. He looked much older than Amelia remembered. Silver locks showed through his hair and his goatee. He was much slimmer, almost like a shadow. But the more significant difference was in his eyes, there was still fire there, but of a different kind. In their youth, there burned a love for life, adventure, and lust, things that made Amelia shiver just to look at it. Now there was something darker, angry, vengeance. Hurt. The Raven tattoo on his neck brought her memories and tears sneak her way to her eyes.

"Hello, Amy… is good to see you." He said with a smile so sincere that hurt her.

With three quick steps, she closed the distance between them and with a loud crack slapped him in the face. The man closed his eyes and smiled. "I probably deserved that…" Crack! One more slap on the other side. "This one I don't know if I did… ouch." Amelia was crying, and she didn't care anymore.

"Tell me it's true; tell me you didn't have anything to do with those deaths, thirteen years Sirius, thirteen years. I couldn't even move past you! You ruined me!" she was sobbing and making no sense.

"I am sorry Amy, I am sorry. They fucked me good. I didn't kill those people, and I didn't betray my friends… I didn't leave you…"

"They said you were dangerous, that you were so far gone, I couldn't even see you, I tried, and I tried! But I had to move on Sirius, for Susan. I had to move on. Goddess, I hated you so much. So much, almost as much as I loved you…" Amelia was interrupted by Sirius' arms closing around her. It took her a couple of seconds to realize he was REALLY there, embracing her.

"I know…" was all he said before they stood in silence.

When they finally departed, Amelia assumed a more stoic and professional facet. Looking deep into Sirius' eyes. There was a valley between them now, but it was not the time to amend it. No, now was time to work. "I am here in official business Sirius, but before I need to know. Who did this to you? To us?"

.oOo.

One thing people didn't know about Bellatrix Lestrange was how careful of observer she was. That was one of the reasons the dark lord had her on his inner circle. She could easily read people, and spot when they were lying. That and all the violence.

So it came as a little surprise, when the dark witch realized. The new, handsome young Auror, who looked at her with a mixture of lust and fear, was actually caring for her, watching her closely. He was on their side.

Fenryr would love it!

.oOo.

Severus Snape waited, looking at the ceiling of his house head office at the dungeons. Many things running through his mind, Draco's house arrest was about to finish, and the slick professor debated if it was safe to give the boy his wand back. It was incredible how the power had shifted in Slytherin; people now looked up to Daphne Greengrass. Not only had her little alliance with the Gryffindor's golden boy had her protected, but the news of her father's maneuvers at the wizengamot and his proximity with the French Minister had worked miracles with some of the more neutral families. But what really bothered him was Harry Potter. The headmaster had been awfully specific about what was to be done. "Lily, I hope one day you and your son forgive me… as the dark lord is getting stronger each day, and I am a coward…"

The sound of knocks on his door brought him back from his thoughts. "Come in…" he said in the bleakest voice he could muster. Harry Potter entered the room. Something had really changed in the last two months, or so, it was visible. There was an air of confidence around the boy. Then usual looking to the ground had gone. And his emerald eyes now had a feral quality, all the same dangerous and caring, and the professor was sure it was not just because of the lycanthropy. The only other person he knew that had that aura around her was the boy's mother itself. Severus felt tightness in his chest. He was sure the headmaster saw it too. "That is why you are so afraid old man? You are afraid of him becoming like Tom or Lily?"

That only made what he has to do even harder.

"Potter…"

"Evening professor."

"I understand the headmaster has warned you about what we are going to do this week." It was not a question. Severus used his most cold voice possible. The boy nodded. The fear Snape expected to see in his eyes was not there. Instead, he saw defiance. "Sit Potter." The professor pointed to a chair in front of him. "I understand you have resisted Professor Moody's imperius curse." The boy nodded again. "Let's try it them."

Without warning, the dark man produced his wand from the sleeves of his robes and waved it with a whisper. "Legiments." The boy's eyes went wide, and Severus saw himself surrounded by Harry's thoughts and emotions. Surprise and fear hit the professor's own mind coming from the Raven haired boy, the rage, so much untamed and raw fury. It burned the older wizard mind, and he subsided.

"Hum, it seems your natural defenses are quite strong, I may have underestimated you." The angry look of the boy was almost amusing. "Let's try again."

One more time, Harry's eyes widened, and Severus was invaded by the boy's raw emotions, but his own occlumency shields were ready this time. "Pathetic." He said in an even tone, but loud enough so Harry could hear. That was not right though; the rage Severus felt was almost overwhelming. As flashes of the boy's thoughts passed through the older wizard, Snape felt something was wrong. He felt like something was watching him, stalking him.

Severus knew what to look for. Maybe if he finished the task the old headmaster gave him quickly, he could even teach something to the boy. Damn old man! People looked at him as a messiah, as a prophet. The prophet of the light, some people called him. How Snape hated the old wizard, and most of all, himself.

He knew what he was looking for. The Delacours. Their last meeting, how much the French's told Harry. Right now he was being bombarded by disjointed visions. Snape saw the cupboard, Hogwarts Express, Lupin and Sirius, the dementors. The professor suddenly had to resist the urge to look over his shoulders. The feeling of being stalked was ever growing. But Severus knew he was close. So much resistance. He finally saw the French girl, the veela champion, and stopped, looking at the boy's memories. Not only her, but by also his half-blood friend, and Greengrass.

Snape approached the memory with hunger, and he wanted to finish it as fast as possible. But he noticed something wrong. The stalker finally made a sound, a roar resonated on his mind, and he turned around only to see an enormous wolf pouncing at him right before the connection was lost.

Severus feel to the ground by reflex before realizing the wolf was not there. Or so he thought. When he looked at Harry he saw the wolf in his rage induced eyes. The boy got up fast, so fast that Snape barely had time to point his wand and launch a silent stupefy. The spell hit the boy in the chest, and he screamed but did not stop. In a second the wolf was over him with an inhuman roar.

"POTTER!" The professor screamed, making the boy stop. Reason came back to his eyes, and the boy got up, panting heavily, his fists clenched. Severus got up and fixed his robes. "Maybe you are more dangerous than we thought Potter," Snape said without looking at him. "Maybe some chains are necessary for you. Maybe a leash." The boy's rage was palpable. "I am starting to think you are a menace to the other students Potter."

Harry looked at him in defiance. "Only to those who threaten the ones I care or me…" he answered.

"Tomorrow Potter, rest assured I will be more prepared, now get out of my sight!"

.oOo.

"He did WHAT?"

Hermione could not believe what she was hearing. "He tried to invade your mind? To… wasn't he supposed to teach you occlumency so you could defend yourself? Why?" They were sat in the room of requirement waiting for the defense club meeting to start. Daphne was in the chair by his right side, and Harry and Fleur on a sofa in front of her. The other two girls looked wide eye at the wizard as he finished his recollection of his "detention."

"I think he was looking for something… I felt like he was very specific before I lost it…" Harry said.

"Good thing he underestimated you…" Daphne offered, also scared that a professor would do such a thing.

"But he was right you know… I may be too dangerous, and I attacked him… just like I attacked Malfoy."

"Non 'Arry. You defended yourself! He attacked you! I hope he had pissed himself after seeing what he was up against!" Fleur stated.

"I agree," Daphne concluded in a neutral tone. Harry smiled at them, and Hermione saw Fleur squeezing his hand.

"There was something more…" Harry continued. "When I mentally attached him, right before he let go of my mind, I think I could see his mind…"

"What do you mean Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I could see myself boarding the express, at the first year, like he was watching me…" the four stayed in silence, digesting it.

"Maybe we should go to the headmaster or to Minerva about it," Hermione said.

"Non…" Fleur said in a commanding tone. "I say you fight back! He wants to know something, and so do we. I say, let the wolf do it, enter his mind and make him taste his own medicine." Her gaze was fierce and predatory. "'Ermione, I believe we can fetch some books about legilimency and occlumency. Also, we can ask Katie."

"Fleur…" Hermione said in an uncertain tone. "You are talking about a professor."

"Who tried to mind rape, Harry!" The French were fuming, beautiful in all her angry glory.

"Again, I agree," Daphne said. "What kind of game you are playing Daphne?" Hermione thought, looking at the black haired girl. "Harry?"

The wizard was silent, thinking. He looked at them with a smile. "Let's go for it. I want to know what and why he is doing it." Hermione reluctantly agreed. She was uncomfortable, especially with how aggressive her veela friend could be. But wasn't that precisely the reason Fleur was with Harry and not her.

The other club members arrived, first Neville accompanied by Hannah and Susan. Ginny arrived accompanied by Blaise and Tracy, the proximity of her red-haired friend with the tall Slytherin made Hermione smile. The twins and their small entourage came later, and Luna got there right before Katie. Harry quickly talked to her. Hermione noticed the desire in both their eyes and thought if how they would do next to the full moon.

The meeting transcript without problems, Hermione found out that Harry was an even better professor than she expected. Before the end of the meeting, the wizard gathered Fleur, Daphne, Katie, Regine and herself.

"If you guys are up to it, I would like to try and teach you the patronus charm. Not only it is a useful charm, the process of learning it helped me to get in contact with my magic. I think it can do the same for you. What you think?"

"Do you think we are ready?" Daphne asked.

"I know you are." The confidence in his voice fueled Hermione with her own.

As the other members left the room, Hermione approached Fleur, who was chatting with Gabby. "Fleur, can I talk to you?"

"Of course 'Ermione." They walked to a more reserved corner from the room. Hermione bit her lips, looking at the older witch, who simply smiled at her. "What is worrying you?"

"Do you really think is a good idea? For Harry to risk himself like that?"

"'Ermione, why are you asking me and not him?" The veela gave her one of those evil, beautiful smiles, which made Hermione shiver. "Do you think I have this kind of influence over him?"

"I don't know…" in a swift movement, Fleur took both her hands.

"Think 'Ermione, you know him, you love him…"

"Fleur!"

"I know you do, you don't need to hide. 'Ermione, 'Arry come to us for love and advice. But his decisions are his alone. I respect him too much to forcing him to do anything."

"But you could stop him…"

"Could you? In all the stories you told me?"

"No, he can be so stubborn…"

"When it comes to protecting us. He needs you now 'Ermione, he is learning just how surrounded by enemies he is. We need to remind him that he is also surrounded by love."

Hermione looked at Fleur. Deep in those blue eyes. The veela really believed that, just like Harry, the French believed her. And she was not one to disappoint. "You are right Fleur. Sorry, I am just worried I think."

Suddenly Fleur hugged her. "That's because you love him. And he is doing all this, all this fight, because he loves you too."

HPHPHP

After the lunch on the next day, Katie walked with Harry through the grounds. heading for the forbidden woods. It was funny how it became way less scary when you're one of the creatures the professors warned the students about. She giggled and looked at Harry, he had changed, and he was starting to accept who he was now. The young wolf was fierce and protective. "He is even hotter now…" she thought. "But I promised Fleur." She finished with a sigh.

She knew Harry wanted her too, she could see it, and she could smell it. Fleur could see too, the veela was sensitive to it, and she was no fool. But Fleur trusted Harry, and was trying to trust Katie. And the she wolf was not one to betray her pack's trust. They walked in a comfortable silence into the deep woods until they reach a clearing. Harry stopped and looked at her. "Who is here?" Good, he caught the smell.

"Harry, I want you to know my former alpha, the man who taught me everything. My grandfather." Benjamin Bell walked out of the woods; Harry looked at him with reverence on his gaze. Katie watched as they stood staring at each other. The old alpha and the new. She could see the colors dancing around them as they studied each other. Magic itself seemed to sing for their meeting. Katie felt a little apprehensive. But the smile formed on his grandpa face shoved the feeling away.

"It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Bell." Harry said first, extending his hand. Benjamin took it and gave a strong shake.

"It's a pleasure Potter. I can clearly see why Katie chooses to hunt at your side. You may still have a long way to run, but I can see you are eager to learn."

"Thank you sir. May I ask why meeting here?"

"My relationship with your headmaster and some of those ministry officials are... intermenting at best. I prefer they don't have the knowledge i was here, and the forest have enough creatures to mask my presence. But let's focus on the problem at hand. Katie's owl explained some to me. Is this professor trying to enter your mind?"

"Yes, he is seeking some knowledge. And I am afraid what he will do with it. I was able to keep him at bay last time, but I don't know if I can do it again."

"Then don't do it…" both Harry and Katie looked at him in disbelief. "How far have you gone in remembering your hunts as a wolf?"

"I have flashes sir; if I concentrate I can remember details."

"Good, come Katie, let me teach you both to hunt inside your mind."

.oOo.

The afternoon classes were finally over and Fleur could finally leave the carriage for the evening. It was her last year after all, and she needed good grades, tournament or not, conspiracies or not, if she wanted to pursue a career as curse breaker. Maybe next year she could try an intern at the Diagon Alley's gringotts, to stay closer to Harry. This though made her pause. "Am I really thinking about my future in relation of Harry? I really like him this much?" It was all new to her too. Harry still had two more years at school, and somehow Fleur had a feeling they would not be peaceful. Regine had left to meet the twins and their girls. Fleur noticed something off there too, Fleur noticed that her friend's aura was confused, maybe things were not about just fun anymore.

She found Harry talking with Blaise and Neville at the entrance hall. Hermione was near with Daphne and Katie. Fleur, seemly unnoticed approached the girls and hugged a surprised Hermione. The younger girl almost jumped with a little eep sound, making Katie laugh.

"Goodness Fleur, you scared me to death!"

"Always vigilant 'Ermione isn't that what that scary professor of yours says? Also, my hug is not so bad…"

"No, not at all…" Hermione blushed furiously, making both other girls giggle.

"Did 'Arry meet you grandfather?" The French asked Katie.

"Yes, but I think he's nervous. He said he was afraid of exposing you, or the other members of the club." Fleur looked at the boys talking about some assignment from the herbology class they just had. Even so Harry looked worried, like his head was elsewhere, as it probably was. He was so young, yet he cared more about things than anyone older than himself. He cared about others.

When she asked him why, he confess that it kept him going, to think of a better place for those he loved, when she pressed more, he finally said, he was afraid of not making it. Death was all too real. He could feel in his bones. Harry was afraid to die before fixing things. At that time Fleur held him so close. She realized she was the one crying, as he tried to comfort her, caressing her back and kissing her forehead. That was when she knew how in love she was. And decided he was going to live. No matter how, she was making sure of it.

Remembering that she approached her Harry, yes, he was hers, she was possessive and she knew it. Just like Hermione, Fleur embraced Harry from the back and kissed his cheek. The wizard smiled and turned to kiss her mouth. "Oi get a room you two!" Blaise said with a muzzle.

"Shut up Zabini."Harry answered blushing.

"Although it is not a bad idea…" Fleur said in a sultry voice, biting Harry's ear, and making him and both boys blush.

"I can assure you…" Katie let out before covering her mouth with both hands, blushing too. Fleur just laughed.

"You English are so stiff." Fleur gave them her best evil smile and looked at Hermione. "Maybe we should take them at some of those Riviera beaches to losing up, don't you think 'Ermione. Some even allows top less…"

"I know…" Hermione simple rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Oo la-la. I guess 'Ermione is even bolder than we thought." Fleur finished kissing a now very aroused Harry. Neville looked like he wanted nothing more than disappear and Blaise had a silly smile on his face.

"You witches are trying to kill us…" Harry commented affectionately returning Fleur kiss.

They noticed Viktor Krum approaching accompanied by Roger Daves as usual. The Bulgarian had become a good friend of lately, and had expended some time with them. People now talked about the champions that became friends, even if Cedric hadn't come around. Fleur suspected it had more to with the wizard's girlfriend than the other champions themselves. Viktor on the other hand has bloomed with them, becoming more open and friendly each day. It was clear the taciturn facade was a way for him to deal with the people running around him for his name. In this he found an equal both in Harry and Fleur.

"Hello Viktor." Harry offered. "You seem worried?"

"Indeed I am my friends." Viktor sighed and came closer, with a flick of his wand he casted a privacy charm. "You see, I realized I can't take the person I really want to the ball, but I am nonetheless obliged to go." Fleur gave Harry's hand a squeeze, they had suspected that. "I thought in taking some fangirl, or someone I barely know, but I would not feel comfortable, and following you example Harry, I would like to bring someone from outside my own school…"

"I will go." Hermione said promptly. "I don't have a pair yet, and we can sit closer to Roger, so you can enjoy at least part of the ball together. If is ok with you of course…"

"Hermione…" Viktor said with a smile. "You are a lifesaver, a brilliant beautiful lifesaver!" He kissed her in the cheek. "Are you really ok with it, don't you have someone you want to go, a pretty girl like you must have tons of invitations."

"I had some…" the bushy haired girl said while blushing. "But that way I can also go with the ones I want…" she finished looking at Harry and Fleur.

"And I can go with Daves." Katie finished. "I was not even thinking in going, I am a damn bad dancer, but if I can help, why not!

"Incredible, it's a date. then!" He said before leaving with a relief air, smiling at Roger. Hermione seemed satisfied with herself. And Fleur have her encouraging hug. But both witches noticed Harry's angry look.

"What's the matter Harry?" Hermione asked. "That way I don't need to go with someone I don't feel comfortable with, why are you looking like that?"

"Is Harry jealous?" Fleur thought.

"No Hermione." He finally said. "You were brilliant. I am mad at everyone else. Why couldn't he go with the one he wants? Why people have to judge and give them hell? It's unfair, why can't people just be with the ones they love?" Harry looked at them and sighed. "Sorry, I know I am being a hypocritical ass. The full moon is getting closer and is getting a little hard to control my anger. I like Viktor… Mrs. Weasley can be a controlling piece of work sometimes, but she said something that was true. Love grows, but only if we allow it to grow, then it can match everyone… or something like that." He kissed Hermione in the cheek and then Fleur in the mouth. "I have to go, dance then detention…" both girls watched him walk way, absorbing what he just said.

Fleur looked at Hermione, the younger witch biting her lip. "Didn't she just say she wished to go with both of us?" The French thought.

.oOo.

The wireless played a soft tune at the background, and the two lonely teens moved through the dance floor, hand in hand, slowly swinging to the music. Harry and Daphne had practiced spins during the forty minutes they were there, the wizard found it rather fun to spin the beautiful girl around and see her robes floating with the movement. But now they were just enjoying the proximity, bating on each other's presence.

"So…" the witch finally asked. "Are you really moving forward with this?"

"Is not like I have much choice." He answered. "The other option is to let him enter my mind and know about us… or about Fleur's parents. I can't allow that…" there was another spin, but this time Daphne took hold of the movement, and to Harry's surprise finished the spin with his back glued in him, the wizards arms around her chest and shoulders. She could feel his breath in the ear. He still stiffed for a second, but relaxed and resumes moving to the music. Daphne smiled. "Are you going to tell me what is wrong?" He asked in her ear, making her shiver. She could feel his movements on her own hips, and was sure he could smell her arousal forming in her inner thighs.

"What do you mean…?"

"Why are you not staying for the holidays?"

"Always perceptive… I need to see my mother… I need her help with something…"

"Are you sick?"

"No… I don't know… but i feel something is wrong… and she may be able to help me… also…"

"The ball?"

"Yes, I promised Fleur…"

"Am I a hypocritical bastard? I really like her; I am in love with her… but…"

"You are in love with me too… I know, she knows… I can even feel it." Daphne moved her hips feeling his hardness and giggled.

"Not funny… I don't know what to do… but I am with her, and I understand if you don't want anything with us anymore, I will still protect you, with all I have."

"But I do want everything to do with you. It is my choice. But one step at time… first you need to manage Snape…"

.oOo.

Severus Snape fell on one knee, panting and sweating. "One week… we have being through this for one week…" he looked at the boy in front of him, also panting, still at the chair, but looking at him with those feral eyes. "But I am getting closer… but I am not sure anymore who is hunting who…"

Every Time he got closer, the beast chased him, stalked him, hunt him. It was too real. So real that the professor started having nightmares of himself being chased in the forbidden Forest.

For some reason, the boy's mind was like a maze of rage and instincts. And Severus felt himself watched, guided and stalked all the time. There were instances when he had to flee! Like a prey in the woods. Who taught him that? But he was getting ever closer. But every time the wolf gets to him he felt the attack on his own mind. The boy was extraordinary. He could clearly see how perfect of a martyr he would be on the old man's cult. He watched as reason came back to Harry's eyes.

The boy looked at him with a grin. The words he spoke sent shockwaves of understanding to the professor, he was being hunted all the time. Harry looked at him and said.

"The order of the Phoenix…"