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I do not own any of the characters or places from the Harry Potter books or films. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. All that is mine is Lou and the plot. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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Unbeta�d, all mistakes and lousy grammar are mine. Ccino

Chapter 84

The Dementors were put on hold for the moment, no one willing to get close enough to the creatures and test whether or not the control spells actually worked.
From September to January, the Order steadily worked their way through the Deatheater cells, managing to capture the majority of those in hiding at each one with minimum causalities.
The Deatheaters were thrown into a state of confusion, having no idea how they were being found nor which site would be raided next.
The Ministry were in a fluster at the record amounts of prisoners that kept turning up at their doors and the Daily Prophet were releasing the news as it was happening. Someone was informing them as the captives arrived at the Ministry so the Ministry did not have chance to hush them up and spin there own tale of heroism. Now everyone in wizarding Britain knew of the Ministries incompetence and that the Order were the ones who were really making their world a safer place to live.
Only two cells remained to be taken and the Order were cautious now because both teams had decided to merge and were ready to fight the Order at a moments notice.
This meant an estimated total over two hundred staunch Deatheaters in one place and only one third of that amount of Order members to capture them.
The temptation to wait, giving the Deatheaters a false sense of security was strong, but they continued to attack muggles and wizarding families at random and the pressure was on to stop them once and for all.
Hermione had the Daily Prophet delivered each day at Karkias and she and Lou kept up on the captures. Very few deaths were reported and those that were turned out to be Deatheaters.
At Christmas, Lou was not allowed to return to Severus and he was too busy with the Order to visit her, so Lou decided to go to the Maatila for the holiday. Hermione was looking forward to seeing Lou�s family home and was under the impression Lou had permission from Severus to do so.
Lou gave Hermione the choice of cutting her feet and having constant access to the place, or having to wait for Lou to invite her back inside each time she left the building. Hermione opted for the invite.
�That is totally barbaric Lou. What about professor Snape, did he have to cut his feet as well?�

Yeah, he wasn�t too happy about it either. He was quite happy to see me suffer getting my hands and feet cut to ribbons though.�

They spent a lot of time dressing up in the large assortment of period clothing Lou had found on her previous visit, shrinking them down and packing them in a trunk, which they also shrunk so they could take it back to the academy and hopefully have a dressing up ball. and Lou showed her the wand collection and told her to take one if she wanted, saying it could be her Christmas present. Hermione chose an onyx handled redwood wand, ten inches long, slender and perfect for transfigurations.
Hermione found a large room devoted to a large collection of arms. Swords of every description housed in glass fronted cabinets, along with whips, spears and lances, bows and arrows, crossbows, daggers and knifes, blowpipes with poison darts. On one wall was a set of wicked looking discs with serrated edges, other items that were to be worn on the fingers and with a flick of the hand released sort, silver, double edged blades. Others strapped to the wrist with a long stiletto blade that shot forward at the touch of a small symbol carved into the strap.

Fascinating as they found them, both witches were horrified at the graphic pictures beside each artefact, showing the damage each weapon could cause and they left the room in search of more pleasant discoveries. Lou did have a morbid fascination with the finger blades however and slipped them into her jeans pocket when Hermione left the room ahead of her.
On Christmas eve morning Hermione was met on the staircase by a white phoenix patronus, summoning her back to England, mainly Grimauld Place, urgently.
�Lou, I�m sorry but I have to leave for a while and I�m not sure how long I�ll be gone. I have sent an owl to matron and she is expecting you back there within the hour.� Hermione felt terrible leaving her friend like this, and on Christmas eve of all times. But the summons was clear, come straight to Headquarters and do not, under any circumstances, alert Louhi as to her destination. It�s a family problem and I�m needed back home urgently.� The older girl lied.
Lou was disappointed as well as hurt that she couldn�t go with Hermione and help. Then again she�d never had a family to worry about so she supposed it must be natural for Hermione to want to keep it private.
Lou however had a nagging feeling that there was more to this than met the eye. It was not anything she could put her finger on and whenever she tried to quiz Hermione on what the problem might be, Hermione was evasive and would not look Lou in the eyes.
Lou copied Hermione�s handwriting as best she could and sent another owl to matron, stating that it had been a false alarm and she would be able to stay with Lou after all.
Hermione stood outside the gates of the Maatila to watch Lou Melt back to the academy, then began the arduous task of apparating back to London.
Lou appeared in the attic of number 12, placed her trunk in the corner of the loft and shifted into shadow form to make her way downstairs. Raised voices from the kitchen warned her that something was amiss and she shifted again, becoming a mouse and scuttling through a crack in the door and into the pantry.
�Louhi must not find out yet.� Albus stated gravely. �She is worse than Harry when it comes to forcing her way into situations she has no business being involved in. Besides, Severus would never forgive us if we were to involve her.�

Albus some of our best members are being held there, Severus, Remus, Kingsley, Arthur and Charlie. We have no way of knowing if they are alive or � �
�Don�t you dare say it Moody.� Tonks said, her eyes wide with fear. �We�ll get them out of there alive, I know we will. As soon as the others arrive we can go back to Warwick and rescue them.�
�Tonks, it�s not as easy as that and you know it girl.� Moody told a trembling Tonks. �Would that it was. Even with the Order at full capacity, we can�t guarantee getting in there. Albus, the girl, think about what she did at the LeStranges. Maybe ��
No Alistor. She was lucky that time, we cannot pin all our hopes on a child.�
The others said nothing, each thinking about the fact that their world did nothing but pin their hopes on a child when Voldemort was alive.
Lou squeaked in her mouse form. She had to find out exactly where Severus was being held. She shifted into a beetle and crawled across the ceiling over the table, looking down at the plans laid out there. A whole host of maps and diagrams were littered across it�s surface and Lou had no idea what she was looking for. For several hours she stayed put, listening and watching as Harry, Ron and the Weasleys arrived, then Hermione and others she remembered seeing before but did not know.
It was early evening before she was able to divine where the Deatheaters were said to be holding Severus and the others. In Warwick village itself, in an underground tunnel, with numerous caverns, that led to Warwick castle. The cavern was a legend amongst the village folk, but because of heavy wards and charms made over the centuries by skilled wizards and witches it was never found and was assumed to have either collapsed or been a rumour.
Moody and Albus were taking two dozen members out there tonight to show them the location before returning to number 12 and trying to come up with a rescue plan.
Lou, still in beetle form, attached herself to the Headmasters robes and when the group apparated to Warwick, she was with them. She clung to Albus until they were all secreted down a dark alley and Albus showed the others were the entrance was believed to be. Then she shifted back to shadow form and slipped further down the alley until all but the new watch had left.
Unfortunately the two wizards did not seem as though they were in a hurry to move elsewhere and Lou was forced to shift into bat form and hope they did not decide to use her as target practice as she flew from the alley.
Her luck was in since the wizards were trying to remain unnoticed.
Lou fluttered down to where she thought Albus said the entrance to the underground cavern was and made her way inside, following the long, dank tunnel until she reached a fork.
Shifting now to the form of a black mamba, she slithered her way along the left hand tunnel, keeping close to the wall as it widened and the torches became more frequent. Doors began to grace both sides and she reared up to peer through the grills and discovered they were cells that the Deatheaters had tried to make more comfortable for themselves to sleep in. At the sound of muffled laughter and voices, she slowed and made herself smaller. An asp would be less noticeable than a large black mamba. The voices came from a large room, reminding her slightly of a larger version of the Slytherin common room back at Hogwarts. A massive fireplace burned brightly, several couches and armchairs spread round it with tables, a bookshelf full of books and about two dozen Wizards lounging about, playing cards or sending small but painful hexes at something.

Lou started moving into the room when her attention was drawn by a low snarl from her right. She turned to see a werewolf chained to a heavy wooden chair that was in turn bolted to the wall and floor as the werewolf struggled against its restraints.

She knew it had to be Remus, but he looked weak an sickly, even in his most animalistic form. Streaks of fresh and dried blood covered his face, arms and chest, his legs bore long gashes and some of the wounds were festering. Every so often he would let out a mournful howl when another stinging or cutting hex was sent his way.
Lou at first felt anguish for Remus� torment, but that anguish soon turned to anger and a dread that Severus might be suffering a similar fate, but without the benefit of werewolf strength to get him through his torture.

Right now though it as Remus who needed her help most and she made her way into the small space between his chair and the wall it was fastened to.

She slid her way up and onto his shoulder, letting her tongue flick at his ear, tasting him before she whispered. �Remus, can you understand me?�
The werewolf�s eyes rolled in his head, unable to understand parcel tongue any more than he could understand human speech. All he sensed was serpent and danger and he pulled harder at his restraints.
Lou slid to the floor quickly, not wanting to alarm him anymore than she already had. She needed to distract the Deatheaters so she could release Remus. The fly shot back down the tunnel to the darkest part and Lou stood in her human form again. Now she shouted at the top of her voice, screaming and yelling, using a childlike voice and crying for her mum.
None of the Deatheaters even noticed the fly heading back to the room as they ran down the ever darkening tunnel in the direction of the cries.
Lou quickly became herself and stood well back from Remus. Using her wand she released, then shifted into a werewolf herself.
Remus was in a great deal of pain and did not even register when his tormentors ran from the room. He did notice however when a young woman appeared in front of him and aimed a wand in his direction. As the manacles slid from his wrists and ankles and the metal belt unclasped at his midriff, he licked his lips at the thought of fresh food. Then his potential meal seemed to shimmer and in it�s place he saw a she-wolf and hunger was replaced by the overwhelming urge to mate.
Lou bounded over to him and licked his face in greeting, unaware of the sheer animal lust that burned through Remus.
Before she realised what he was doing, Remus had moved behind her and pinned her to the floor, his teeth sunk into her neck as he mounted her and growled low in his throat.
It was sheer panic that caused her to shift again and become mist. She spread and engulfed the confused and frustrated werewolf, wondering how the hell she was supposed to communicate with him without getting eaten or shagged. Then she remembered Harry telling her about his dad and the Marauders and she became a large, black, shaggy dog.
Remus bared his teeth at her for a moment, then seemed to take on an air of wolverine surprise at this female version of his old friend Sirius in his animagus form.
Lou yipped and yapped at him playfully, wanting him to know she was not a threat, yet at the same time needing him to understand they were in danger. Already she could hear the Deatheaters returning and knew they would not be too pleased at finding the tunnel empty. They would be on full alert now, wondering who screamed and where the intruder was.
Lou knew also that if they were both to stand a chance of getting out of here, she needed to be back in werewolf form like him so they could resist the hexes that would surely be fired at them soon.
She bounded over to the back of the door, willing Remus to follow her, which he did. She sat on her haunches and Remus copied, thinking this was some new game. As soon as the Deatheaters re entered the room she jumped and placed her front paws against the door, causing it to slam. Then she reverted to werewolf form as the group turned in surprise.

That surprise turned to shock and horror when they realised that not only was the werewolf was loose, it had a mate.
Flashes of light instantly started firing in their direction as the wolves moved in on their prey. Most of the spells bounced off them, only a few causing any real pain, of those that did they served to make the werewolves even more angry and ferocious and the pair were soon ripping out throats, tearing through fabric and flesh in a frenzy of bloodlust. Fifteen minutes later not one Deatheater was left alive in that room and Remus took his fill of blood and human flesh, his wounds recovering rapidly as his hunger was sated.

When he caught sight of Lou again, his lust returned and she reverted to being the friendly, playful shaggy dog.
Remus was becoming slightly agitated at the constant change from she-wolf to canine friend and he snarled menacingly at her. He had a raging erection and was still thinking of taking her whether she was a wolf or a dog. He sensed her fear and prowled slowly in her direction.
Lou back up against the door, wanting, but too afraid to turn and try to open it. She dare not take her eyes of Remus and turning her back on him would be just plain stupid.

She shifted into a pixie, enraging the werewolf who took a swipe at her with his hefty paw. Luckily she was faster than him and avoided it, diving down, snatching at the door handle and releasing the catch.
Remus, suddenly scenting freedom forgot about she-wolves, dogs and pixies. Instead he pressed his snout against the partly open door and sniffed before racing down through the tunnel and outside, a quick scan of the area told him there was no immediate danger close by and he instinctively headed for the outskirts of the village and the cover of trees.
Lou changed back into herself, accio�d the dead wizards wands and left the room, locked and warded it heavily and moved cautiously back to the fork in the tunnels.
The second tunnel was wider and well lit so she changed to fly form and sped onwards.
The first door she came to housed a snoring wizard, his mask and wand sat on a small locker beside the bed.
Lou shifted to Lethifold and swept under the door, slowly she approached the bed and moved up ever the sleeping wizard, her dark form covering him like a cloak as she slowly but surely suffocated the sleeping man. She did not feast, took his wand and changed to fly again. Eleven doors and eleven suffocated dark wizards later, Lou found Kingsley Shacklebolt chained to a wall in a small dirty cell. Like Remus, he was bleeding and very weak. His normally black skin a pale sickly grey.

Lou flew in and became herself.
�Kingsley.� She whispered. �Kingsley wake up.�
The wizard lifted his head, anticipating another blow to his person. The last thing he expected to see was young Louhi Snape in front of him. He groaned. �No.� He cried softly. �No Lou not you. How did they get you. Snape said you were safe.� His voice was croaky, his lips cracked and swollen as he stared at her despairingly from one eye.
�They haven�t Kingsley. Remus is free, now it�s your turn.� She told him.

Using her wand she released him, then used her medi-witch training to heal the worst of his wounds as best she could. �Here, try these wands and see if any of them work for you.�
Kingsley quickly and quietly tested the wands until he found one that worked well for him. He had a thousand questions for her yet was unable to formulate one as her watched her pocket the spare wands and put them in her pocket.
�Severus. Where � is he �please Kingsley, do you know anything?�

Kingsley shook his head sadly. �I am sorry Lou, we were all separated as soon as we were captured. I�ve not heard a thing since I was put in here.�

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