A different kind

One night at the Three Broomsticks, SilverFang, Whitestone, and GoldFeather all sat there, drinking
butterbeer, just talking happily. The door to the pub opened and SilverFang glanced over as a reflex
when he stopped, eyes widening and he dropped his mug of butterbeer. This caused his two friends,
and those who had walked in, to look at him.

\"SilverFang, is something-\" Whitestone was cut off when she looked over at who had walked in. Severus
Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and Rubeus Hagrid had been the ones who had walked in. \"Oh.\" She whispered.

\"Som\'tin\' wron\' over t\'er?\" Hagrid yelled. GoldFeather quickly took charge.

\"Sorry. It\'s just that our friend here has had a little too much to drink.\" He said, smiling warmly. Hagrid
laughed.

\"Yea, happens ta me to, som\'times.\" He said and the three continued to their tables. SilverFang shakely
turned back to his friends. Whitestone stroked his hair warmly.

\"Sorry.\" He whispered softly. Whitestone smiled at him.

\"It\'s alright, Green Eyes. It\'s understandable. Your old teachers surprised you.\" She whispered soothingly.
He smiled thankfully at her for the excuse, and after a few hours, they left, returning back to headquarters.


The next morning, Whitestone, GoldFeather and SilverFang were called to their Master\'s rooms. He looked
grave when they walked in. They were instantly on the alert.

\"We recieved a request from the Ministry of Magic last night, requesting five experienced fighters to help
protect Hogwarts.\" He explained softly. \"And I replied that we can only supply three. Then they told me that
Dumbledore claimed that Voldemort was involved, so this is strictly voluntary.\" He told them. SilverFang
instantly stepped forward.

\"I\'m ready.\" He told him. He nodded.

\"We\'re ready.\" Whitestone and GoldFeather stepped forward. Their master nodded, looking relieved.

\"I\'m glad. Report to the Ministry of Magic. Go to the Minister, and inform him that I sent you. Now leave.\"
They saluted them and left.

\"You going to be alright, returning home?\" Whitestone asked softly. SilverFang nodded and then glanced at
GoldFeather.

\"Are you going to be alright?\" SilverFang asked. GoldFeather was pale as well, and it took him a second before
he nodded.

\"Yeah, I\'ll be alright.\" He replied. Whitestone put her arm around his waist.

\"You sure, Dragon Tamer?\" She asked softly. He nodded and put his arm around her.

\"Yeah, Obsidian, I\'m sure. Now lets get going.\" GoldFeather reassured. SilverFang winced.

\"Hold on, I need to get my weapons.\" He said. He took off before his friends could reprimand him. He went to
his room, where he carefully locked his door. He walked over to his full length mirror and studied his reflection.

He had waist length, silver hair, bright green eyes and pale skin. He was a little short, 5\'5\". He was lean and
muscular. He wore nothing but skin tight black clothes, that held nothing but strategically placed rips in them,
and he wore two silver earring in his left ear, three in his right, and one in his eyebrow. He had a black pheonix
tattoed on his wrist and a white owl tattooed on his right.

He then muttered \"Finite Incantum\" and suddenly his appearance changed.

He had waist length black hair, a deep lightning bolt shaped scare in his forehead, scars covered his body that
you could see through the rips, and his green eyes looked haunted. He was the same height, and same build,
but there was one tattoo that you couldn\'t see when the spell was in place. It was a tattoo on his hip that held
two names in it, one said Harry Potter and the other was covered by the waistline of his pants. He then tugged
down his shirt and replaced the spell.

He grabbed a bag that hadn\'t been touched in over three years, and a sword in the corner, along with fourteen
daggers that he strategically placed on himself, and a metal staff, which he shrunk and placed on the chain that
hung around his neck. He then left the room to rejoin his friends.

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\"I\'m glad that you are willing to help us. Now, this is Ronald Weasley, he\'s one of our aurors and he\'ll be with you
all Hogwarts along with fifteen other aurors. Is there any questions?\" Fudge asked. Harry bit his lip but couldn\'t stop
the laugh that managed to escape. Who would have thought that Ron would be an auror. He knew that he had
wanted to be an auror, but he hadn\'t seriously thought that Ron would go through with it or even make it at that.
\"What\'s funny?\" Fudge demanded.

\"That a Weasley could make it as an auror.\" GoldFeather blurted out with laughter of his own. Ron scowled. \"Never
thought I\'d see the day.\" He wiped a tear from his eyes.

\"If a Weasley makes Minister, I\'ll die of shock.\" SilverFang supplied and they both renewed their laughter. They were
both smacked upside the head.

\"Shut up you two. Please excuse these two. They\'re obviously exhausted from last night.\" She said with a smile.

\"Lets go.\" Ron said stiffly, and held out a book. It was obviously a portkey. They all laid a finger on it and were
transported.

\"Ahh, so help has arrived.\" A familiar voice said. SilverFang, GoldFeather, and Whitestone all turned to look at
Dumbledore, who had the entire staff standing behind him. They were in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

\"Daddy!\" A voice yelled. SilverFang and GoldFeather all jumped and spun around to see four kids running towards
Ron. Two had curly red hair, and two had redish brown hair. Ron embraced them and a woman with curly brown
hair walked in with a bulging stomach.

\"Ron, you\'re back.\" She said and suddenly SilverFang knew that this woman was Hermione Granger. Well,
Hermione Weasely now.

\"Rabbits.\" GoldFeather muttered next to him, but a little too loudly because a slap resulted on their heads.

\"You two go apologize now!\" Whitestone shrieked.

\"Yes mother.\" GoldFeather muttered again. She gave him a look that could freeze lava.

\"Merlin, she reminds me of your mother when she got mad.\" SilverFang muttered and barely dodged a fist
that flew in his direction.

\"GO!\" She pointed at Ron, Hermione and the kids who were all watching the scene, along with the staff.

\"Sorry for laughing at you for being an auror.\" SilverFang muttered, swallowing a laugh.

\"And sorry for referring to you as rabbits.\" GoldFeather said, attempting to smouther his laughter as well.

\"What?\" Hermione demanded, frowning.

\"Apologies accepted, and Hermione, it has nothing to do with you.\" Ron said quickly, soothing his wife.

\"Come with me please.\" Dumbledore said and gestured for the three of them to follow him.

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That night, the three of them sat in their own little \'common room\'. It was the middle room that connected
the three bedrooms together. SilverFang was curled up on one of the armchairs while the other too were cuddled
up on a loveseat.

\"You glad to be home?\" Whitestone asked. SilverFang looked away.

\"My path will always lead me home.\" He whispered before he went to bed.

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\"What\'s wrong Hermione?\" Ron asked his wife as he walked into the room. Hermione looked up at him, tears in
her eyes. He walked over to her and spotted the picture in her lap. It was the only picture them together. Ron,
Hermione, and Harry. Collin had given it to them when they had heard of Harry\'s death.

Almost five years ago, a year after Harry had disappeared, the ministry had found Harry\'s remains. They said
that some death eaters had gotten to him and had killed him. When they had found out, everyone sort of lost
hope. There wasn\'t any one to stand in Voldemort\'s way now. He was going to win.

\"Why did you bring that out?\" Ron whispered, hugging Hermione. She sniffed.

\"It was SilverFang. Didn\'t you notice his eyes. He looks like Harry.\" She whispered. Ron felt a stab of pity.

\"Hermione, we\'ve been through this, both of us. Remember back when we would see with someone with green
eyes and instantly assume that it was Harry in disguise? Hermione, it was never Harry, and it never will be. He\'s
dead. Even Severus finally admitted it last year. Do you know why? Because he\'s dead and he\'s never coming
back. He\'ll never come back like Sirius did. He\'s going to stay dead, love. I\'m sorry.\" Ron whispered. Hermione
nodded, wiping her tears away.

\"I know, and it was silly of me to bring this out. Its just that, he looks so much like Harry.\" She whispered.

\"Hermione, he didn\'t have a scar on his head, and his hair was silver. Harry\'s was black love.\" He whispered. \"And
Harry could never get his hair to lie flat. Looked to me like his hair was under control.\" Ron whispered. She nodded.

\"I\'m sorry. I\'m being silly.\" Hermione whispered.

\"No, never silly. Just missing an old friend.\" Ron whispered, and kissed her on her temple.

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Dumbledore sat in his office, contemplating. He had been surprised by the ministry actually supplying them with
more protection. He never thought Fudge would do it. And to get three of the Master of Fighting\'s pupils, now that was
down right shocking.

Suddenly, something red flew through the window and landed on Dumbledore\'s knee, rubbing it\'s head against him.
Dumbledore stared down at the red pheonix in shock.

\"Fawkes? You\'ve returned! But why?\" He asked softly, before turning to stare out of the window. A white own perched on
his windowsill, and it took Dumbledore a couple of minutes before he recognized it to be Harry\'s old owl, Hedwig. \"But
why would you return now?\" He whispered. \"Harry\'s dead, along with our hopes.\" He whispered sadly.

Hedwig took off of the windowsill and grabbed the sorting hat and dropped it on Dumbledore\'s head. Dumbledore
gawked at Hedwig in surprise. Then a voice made him jump slightly.

~Well, it\'s been quite a while since we last had a chance to chat, Dumbledore. Why haven\'t you put me on in six
years? Hmm? Was it because of Potter\'s absence?~ The hat asked. Dumbledore resigned to having a conversation
with the hat.

~Yes.~ He replied, being truthful with the hat. There wasn\'t any point in dancing around the bush with this hat when
it could read your mind.

~And you\'re wondering why Fawkes and Hedwig have finally returned. That would be because I sent them away with
Potter. Perhaps he gave them to someone else before he died?~ The sorting hat suggested. ~Any one new here?~

\"The three fighters!\" Dumbledore cried, and Hedwig snatched the hat off of Dumbledore\'s head and took off out of
the window. Dumbledore dashed to the window and stared after Hedwig, who flew off into the dark. \"Bring that back!\"
Dumbledore yelled.

\"You really shouldn\'t yell at figments of your imagination, Dumbledore. Oh, that dratted Pheonix has returned.\" One
of the old headmasters muttered before falling back asleep. Dumbledore turned around to find Pheonix fast asleep
on his old perch. Dumbledore chuckled.

\"If you\'re not worrying my friend, then neither shall I.\" Dumbledore said softly, before sitting back down at his desk,
to ponder other things.



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