"People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed."
― Rick Riordan
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The entire courtyard had become a battlefield.
Tom strides over to my side, eyes wide in fascination. "So your vision basically told you start a war. Congrats Dumpling." He demands.
This coming from the man that started two worldwide wizarding wars and killed millions.
The werewolves were stunned at the new threat, fighting and clawing them with all their might to no avail.
One of them is smacked away only to land right beside us.
"Bad! BAD! BAD!!!" I screech grabbing Tom and shoving us to the side.
"Incarcerous." Tom shoots chains off the tip of his wand, ensnaring the creature in a trap of metal.
"HELP!!!" I hear a cry to my right. "HELP MEEE!!"
I run.
Racing forward I slide grabbing the young child in a death grip and rolling us away from the werewolf that had been seconds away from eating us. The instant flash of pain on my forearm and the excruciating burning on it told me my arm had nearly been clawed off.
"Incendio Tria!" I boom just as Tom sent the Confringo charm at the werewolf. It explodes into a whirlwind of flames.
"Run!" I snap at the child. "RUN! Over to the guy over there!" I point at Tom and watch as the boy races over to Tom.
"Voco!" I snarl, pointing my wand at one of the statues, blood dripping down the side of my arm. I point at the werewolf racing towards me and the soldier made of stone, stomps his foot directly a millimetre away from me.
My heart stopped. A tad bit more and I would've been roadkill.
It kicks the wolf away like it was a toy.
I blink back to reality, the fear extinguishing like a candle. I hear a howl... and then I hear a synchronization of those howls coming from a direction that wasn't anywhere near us.
It was coming from the Forbidden Forest.
Slowly but surely and line up of wolves and werewolves alike, could be made out along the entrance of the forest. There was easily around a hundred of them.... easy.
"Merlin." I heave and then whip out my wand. "Expecto Patronum!" I slam the spell down, thinking of Harry and Ettie.
A blue whisp comes up and then out of my wand comes an incorporeal Patronus, one I had voluntarily cast. The faceless cloud of silver mist flies up into the air and zips away looking for help at my command.
"DUMBLEDORE RUN!" Tom's voice interrupts my train of thought and then I'm running, realizing that the wolves had begun to charge.
"GO OUTSIDE, SHE SAID!!!" Tom roars, and we race across the courtyard, the eleven-year-old boy racing beside us.
"Well, we saved this one didn't we!?"
"WE SHOULD'VE LET HIM DIE!"
"I SHOULD JUST LET YOU DIE!"
"REDUCTO!" Tom shouts the spell, causing a wall of protection to fall behind us.
"EFFUGERE!" I blast a werewolf coming at us from the side. It flies back a couple of feet, ramming into a statue, which takes it down. "Tenebris!" I hiss and the dark matter erupts out of my palms in a steady beam of dark, evil, malice.
I stand in the front, protecting the child, while Tom stood behind us, blasting creatures away from our blind spots.
I open up my palms and the beams double up. I shoot down any and all werewolves coming at us. My eyes were pitch black, causing the boy hiding behind me to gasp.
"What's your name kid?" I grit out, kicking out a spell with my leg, and knocking over a stray.
"Fenrir... Fenrir Greyback." He replies, shivering in fear.
I almost drop all my magic in my shock. This is was Fenrir? The most notorious werewolf in the nineteenth century. The one who would grow up to kidnap kids and turn them into werewolves as well.
The man who turned Remis Lupin into a werewolf?
I had just changed the past again.
At least it was a good change this time..... hopefully.
"Nice to meet your acquaintance kid. You mind helping us out here before Tom hands you over to them as tribute?" I give him a grin, causing the blood to drain from his face.
"I-I'm not as cool as you guys though!!" He squeaks and I twirl, barely missing a huge arse boulder thrown at our heads. I'd pushed Fenrir to the side and glance up, totally done with this shite.
I shove Fenrir back telekinetically, encasing him in one of my lightning shields. I break off a piece of the Hogwarts architecture and use both my hands to plow through the werewolf bastards. The noise was deafening.
"WHAT WERE YOU WAITING FOR TO DO THAT!??" Tom snaps, annoyed and I send him a glare.
"JESUS FREAKING CHRIST!"
"WATCH OUT!!" Fenrir screams and I barely duck, the werewolf slashing above me. I whip my hand out, causing it to fly back.
I flip back, dodging another attack and send out another beam instantly knocking out the beast.
"I utterly despise my life." I scowl.
"I despise your life too." Tom drawls, and I sigh, extremely tired.
One by one the werewolves retreat and we stand staring at the destruction in silent shock. Fenrir walks up to us, tears in his eyes. The first year Ravenclaw hugs me tightly. "THANK YOU!!" He wails and I try to blink back my tears
"Anytime Fenrir." I say.
Maybe he'd have a better future here on out.
Maybe Remus would too.
I smile, ruffling his hair with hands, careful not to get any of my blood on him.
The professors race in that second, staring at the disaster in front of them in shock. My Patronus returns to my wand the second after.
"All my hope in professors has been waned." I scoff, making Tom roll his eyes, cringing at the cut on his forearm.
"I never had hope in them to begin with."
"Smart."
"I know."
"They always appear when we need them least. It's so annoying." Fenrir demands, trying to join our conversation. He had a cute french accent that made me smile.
I laugh at him, cringing slightly at the bruises on my stomach. I point to Tom's arm. "Let me heal that." I muse and he points to my own arms.
"Heal yourself you hag."
"That's a compliment to hags. I'm freaking beautiful."
"You wish."
"I know." I raise a brow.
"WHAT happened here?!" Merrythought screeches, racing towards us.
"An army of werewolves attacked the school." Tom explains, and the Defence of Dark Arts teacher starts to fan herself as she grew paler and paler.
"A-A WHAT!??"
"Stop saying that. You sound utterly absurd." Fenrir scowls, causing Merrythought to gape at us.
"YOU THREE!! Infirmary NOW!!!!! My god.... who activated Hogwart's defensive line?!" She gazes at the frozen statues in shock.
"That'd be her."
"That'd be me."
Tom and I say at the same time, both of us pointing to me.
Slughorn looked ready to piss himself. "MY DEAR CHILDREN!" He screeches like a banshee, making Tom and I gaze at each other silently.
"We really need to get started on that laughing potion." I muse, speaking telephathically.
"I agree. These daft professors will do nothing but get in the way."
"Infirmary NOW!" Merrythought screams, making all three of us make our way towards Madam Strout.
"What if it's one of the professors?" Tom drawls and I raise a brow at him.
"Why do you think that?"
"Well Trolls and werewolves got in through the barriers twice now."
"You think it's an inside job."
"I think it's an inside job." He confirms and I groan.
"Well that's superb. DO you know how many students, faculty and staff live and work here!?" I demand and he sighs.
"I'm not daft. Of course I do."
"Someone's trying to kill you two?" Fenrir asks and we turn to look at him with equal looks of annoyance, making the poor child flinch.
"Sorry Fenrir." I sigh. "It's been a long day."
"You could say that again." Tom scorns.
"It's been a long day." I tease, grinning and he shoves me with his uninjured arm.
"Long life is more like it." Tom mutters, making me nod slowly in agreement.
"You two are obviously extremely powerful. It's probably not a student. Everyone is intimidated by Valentine and scared shitless of Tom." Fenrir tells us.
"What about the upper years?" I ask, raising a brow at the kid who snorts.
"You underestimate the aura of power you two extrude."
"We're getting advice from an eleven-year old. Is this what my life has come to?" Tom asks himself.
"It's probably someone who wants you two out of the equation." The kid concludes.
"What's the equation?" Tom scoffs and Fenrir purses his lips.
"That's the big question.... Isn't it?"
"Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war"
― John Green