BALTO VIII: FAWKES’ WOLF WARS
BY EBONY PATRIOT

BALTO, JENNA, STAR, STEELE, NIJU, NAVA, ALEU, MUK, LUK, NIKKI, KALTAG, AND BORIS ARE COPYRIGHTED TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS.

FAWKES, MRS.NORRIS, FILCH, DUMBLEDORE, PRO. MCGONAGALL, HARRY POTTER, NAGINI, VOLDEMORT, RON WEASLEY, HERMIONE GRANGER, BUCKBEAK, DRACO MALFOY, MACNAIR, HAGRID,REMUS LUPIN{MOONY}, SIRIUS BLACK {PADFOOT},JAMES POTTER {PRONGS}, LILY POTTER, HEDWIG, HOGWARTS, ERROL, PERCY, FRED & GEORGE, GINNY, FUDGE, CHARLIE, MOODY, BILL, NORBERT, MR. & MRS. WEASLEY, MALFOY, FLUFFY, AND FANG ARE ALL COPYRIGHTED TO J.K. ROWLING.

SPECIAL THANKS AGAIN TO IRISHVAMPYR, WHO HELPED WITH THE BRITISH VOICE CASTING.

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VOICES:

BALTO: KEVIN BACON
JENNA: BRIDGET FONDA
NIJU: MARK HAMILL
MUK & LUK: PHIL COLLINS NAVA: DAVID CARRADINE
SIRIUS: GARY OLDMAN
DUMBLEDORE: MICHAEL GAMBON
KALTAG: DANNY MANN
NIKKI: JACK ANGEL
FAWKES: MICHAEL CRAWFORD
STAR: ROBBIE RIST
HARRY: DANIEL RADCLIFFE
FLUFFY: JACK DAVENPORT
NORBERT: DOMINIC MONAGHAN
MRS.NORRIS: NICOLE KIDMAN
RAVEN: TIM MCGRAW
BUCK: TONY JAY
WILD BROTHER:TOBY KEITH
WHITE FANG: KENNETH BRANAGH
HERMINOE: EMMA WATSON
RON: RUPERT GRINT
HAGRID: ROBBIE COLTRANE
JAMES (PRONGS): ADRIAN RAWLINS
AKITA: BEN AFFLECK
LILY (CHARMS): GERALDINE SOMERVILLE
SIRIUS: GARY OLDMAN
SEREVUS SNAPE: ALAN RICKMAN
VOLDEMORT: IAN HART
LUCIUS MALFOY: JASON ISAACS
DRACO MALFOY: TOM FELTON
GINNY WEASLEY: BONNIE WRIGHT
HERMES: PAUL SHAFFER
HEDWIG: LIV TYLER
PIGWEDGEON: BILLY BOYD
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL: MAGGIE SMITH
ERROL: HUGH GRANT
NAGINI: KIERA KNIGHTLY
NAG: BRENDAN FRASER
TYONEK: WILLAIM DAFOE
TOGO: COLIN MOCHIRE
TOGO’S CLONE: RYAN STYLES
JOKER: MARK HAMILL
TUNDRA: MATTHEW BRODERICK
HARLEY: ARLEEN SORKIN
MICROWING: KEVIN CONROY
BUCBEAK: JAMES MARTERS
BLACK EAGLE: TIM ALLEN
NIGHT JAWS: ROBIN WILLAIMS
KEMO: JAMES EARL JONES
AMAROQ: TIM CURRY
MIDBACK: WHOPI GOLDBERG
SILVER CLOUD: ROBBY BENSOIN
KAPU: MICHAEL J. FOX
RAW BONES: JASON ALEXANDER
MOM: JODI BENSON
LEFT SHOULDER: JEREMY IRONS
BUSTER: JAMES WOODS
ACE: TOM HULCE
JENNER: MEL GIBSON
KALA: DEMI MOORE
DINGO: KEVIN KLINE
SUMA: MICHELLE PFEIFFER
STEELE: JIM CUMMINGS
BORIS: BOB HOSKIN
WIND VOICE: BRAD PITT
LUPIN: DAVID THEWLIS
FANG: ORLANDO BLOOM
QUARTZ: COLIN FARREL

******CHAPTER 1: FAWKES******

Fawkes, the regal scarlet-and-gold phoenix, floated like a red ghost through the window of Number Four, Privet Drive, Surrey. Spreading his alternating yellow and red tail, he landed gracefully on a sixteen-year-old boy’s moon-bathed bed rest. The phoenix’s chest, wing bones, face and feet were gold, the rest scarlet. He rose his black-and-red banded crest as the boy turned restlessly. Fawkes hopped down and started his way slowly across the bed. So carefully did he put down each foot that not a thread unraveled thanks to the curved black talons. Slowly, steady, he kept up this walk until he reached the head.

His eyes ran the boy over from the jet-black hair and lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead to toe. Fawkes knew his tale, knew how his parents had been killed by the evil Lord Voldemort, how Harry’s mother Lily left a residing protection, how Voldemort had fled with all of his powers gone, how Harry had endured 10 years of torture at his aunts, how had gone to Hogwarts, how only thirteen months ago Voldemort had risen again, how Harry had come face to face with the thin, tall, chalk white wizard with scarlet eyes and cat pupils. The phoenix knew all this and much, much more. Fawkes marveled at how deeply this boy slept. His master, Dumbledore, at the slightest touch would be on his feet, fully awake. But the boy didn’t stir.

It was time to wake. Fawkes pushed his soft head gently against the boy’s head. “Harry Potter, you must get up,” he said softly.

“ZZZ-gh?” No luck.

Fawkes pushed Harry harder, saying louder. “Harry, get up!” Still no luck. Fawkes chirped in the boy’s ear, at the same time he gave the ear a gentle nip. “Harry, you MUST GET UP!!” Finally, results. Harry’s emerald eyes glowed in the dark. realizing that the boy needed his glasses, he reached over and pick them up from the bedside table as the boy turned on the light.

“Oh, thanks, Fawkes,” he muttered, putting the glasses on. “FAWKES!” he suddenly cried, throwing his arms around the swan-sized bird’s neck and hugging him.

“Mr. Potter, I need to ask you something,” said Fawkes. Harry let go and stared at the phoenix. “Since when have you been able to talk? Or are you an Animagus?”

“I have always been able to talk, you never listened.”

“Wait-so you’re saying that all animals can talk?”

“Well yeah, but both you Wizards and you Muggles have been blissfully ignorant in the fact that we ‘dumb animals’ can speak.” Harry rubbed his eyes. “But that’s beside the fact. Harry, I need to hold a meeting. May we use your room?”

“Sure but why-”

‘Don’t worry. you’ll understand at the meeting.” Suddenly the phoenix’s body tensed.

“What’s wrong Fawkes?” asked Harry, suddenly gasping as he followed the bird’s gaze. A pair of scarlet eyes with slit pupils like a cat’s were glowing in the darkness.

******CHAPTER 2: COMING OF CREATURES******

“LORD VOLDEMORT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?” Harry screamed.

Fawkes body all of the sudden relaxed. “Volda-what?” asked a definitely American voice, one Harry had never before heard. “Oh, you mean that psycho Fawkes told me about. I’m not old Voldey, I’m Raven.” Raven stepped into the light, revealing himself to be something like a wolf. Larger than any other wolf, he was blacker than ebony. A mane of thick black feather formed a mane around his throat and shoulders and a tuft on the of his tail. His eyes were in truth a cool pure silver, with the cat-pupils.

Raven stared at him for a minute. “Er-,” starting Harry, realizing that he was staring. “I’m-”

“Harry Potter. Don’t worry, we all know about you. Fawkes told us. Anyway, sorry if I scared you. You know how a dog’s eyes glow green in the dark? Well, mine glow red.”

“Raven’s eyes and his ability to mimic just about any human or animal’s voice he chooses shall come in very handy.....” said Fawkes. “Oh, Raven, but where is Mr. Akita?”

“I’m here,” said another clearly American voice, but this one sounder shier and more timid than Raven’s. There was the clip-clop of hooves, and an elk came into view. His fur was a deep fiery-red, save for the white rump. His antlers were ivory with black tips. “Here I am,” he repeated.

“Good! Well, make yourself comfortable while we wait for the others.” Raven settled himself on the right of Harry’s bed, while Akita lay on the left. Fawkes flew onto the bed’s foot rail. “Hello, Mrs. Norris,” he said to a dust-colored cat with great orange eyes. Harry couldn’t believe it. Filch, the student-hating janitor’s cat, here?

“Who’s the wolf?” she snapped suddenly. Harry was amazed at how much Mrs. Norris sounded like a female Flinch.

“I’m a guest, kitty.”

“But-you are an American! What are you doing in Britain?”

“Same as you.”

Before the wolf and cat could start a fight, a gray tabby walked in. Harry recognized those odd square marks around her eyes....“Professor McGonagall!?!” The cat looked at him and smiled.

“Why, yes, Mr. Potter. It’s me. Being an Animagus I am allowed in this meeting of the animals, aren’t I?”

“Well, yeah, I guess...”

There was a powerful swooshing of wings, and Buckbeak the hippogriff, half eagle, half horse squeezed through the window. “Why, hello Harry. I didn’t know any human would be allowed in this meeting. Not that I don’t want you here, Harry!” he said quickly, his orange eyes on Harry.

“Well, Harry ain’t just any human!” said a black boarhound walking in.

“Fang, ol’ buddy! How’s Hagrid?”

“Good. I just wish Grawp, his giant half-brother, would stop trying to pet me! ‘Pet the boar hound’. Be good, Fang’ he says!” he said.

“A boarhound, eh? Back in the U.S.A. we call them Great Danes,” commented Raven.

“Oh, and here comes Fluffy,” said Raven cocking his ear.

“FLUFFY?!? YOU”RE HAVING FLUFFY IN MY ROOM!?! HE’S A GIANT THREE-HEADED KILLER!!” cried Harry.

There was a scraping of claws against the side of the house, and suddenly in jumped a huge, three-headed dog that looked like a giant German shepherd. His head brushed the ceiling. “Jolly good! Say, is that Harry Potter?” his middle head said.

“Yeah..”

“Did you miss me?”

“Can’t say I really missed you. I was under the impression you wanted to eat me.”

Fluffy chuckled. “Well, I was on guard duty, Harry. Sorry for scaring you.”

“Fluffy? You wouldn’t happen to be related to Cerberus, would you?” asked Akita.

“As a matter of fact, he was my father.”

A swooping of owls fell in. Two were supporting a third elderly feeble Great Gray. They landed with a flop on Harry’s bed. “Now Errol, you just stay here while I grab some food,” a gentle female Snowy, Harry’s own pet Hedwig, was saying. ‘Hi, Errol.” Harry knew Errol. He was his best friend, Ron’s, family owl.

“Oh, hello Harry. I-er-sorta did a dive-bomb. Thankfully Hedwig helped me,” he said as Hedwig flew back with a dead mouse. “Thanks. Anyway, Hedwig helped me. So did...”

“Is that Hermes?” gasped Harry. Hermes belonged to Percy, Ron’s brother. He had left his family home with the Weasleys, because they didn’t support his idiot hero, Fudge.

“Yeah, I’m Hermes,” said the handsome screech owl in a strangely Canadian accent. “Look, I’m sorry Percy’s become such a snob. But don’t worry. I’m going to make him come back if it kills me!”

“Please wait a few more minutes, Hermes. I think the members are all here...save for the Marauders and Nagini, oh, here she comes,” said Fawkes. There was a long silence. It was Errol who finally broke the quiet with Harry’s thoughts.

“Nagini? But isn’t she...Lord Voldemort’s pet snake?”

******CHAPTER 3: VOLDEMORT’S SNAKE******

“Yes,” said Fawkes.

“ ‘YES?’ YES?!?” cried Mrs. Norris. “You invite that pyschomaniac’s man-eating pet over? Why?”

“I, like my master, believe in second chances. Besides, Nagini isn’t evil,” snapped Fawkes, his eyes flashing.

“Normally, I’d agree with Dumbledore’s pet, but Voldemort had said to that snake that she could eat me once I’m dead,” whispered Harry.

Raven stretched. “You guys are all forgetting about something,” he said in his American voice.

“What?” snapped Mrs. Norris.

“Well, first of all: snakes aren’t evil. Some of my best friends are snakes. Second, Nagini isn’t coming here to feed on Harry.”

“Why not?” snapped Mrs. Norris again.

“Well, first, you said this Voldey-dude wants to kill Harry himself, so she would wait. Second, and most important, I don’t think she’s overjoyed to see Fawkes. Fawkes looks more like an eagle then anything else, and snakes have an instinctive fear of eagles, same as humans fear the dark. And you told me Fawkes here was able to blind the basilisk, king of snakes? I’m sure Voldey would have told her if he speaks snake.”

Buckbeak stood up. “I agree with Raven.”

“Besides, even if she does get the sudden urge to bite Harry, we outnumber her,” said Akita.

Murmurs of “True, true,” swept the crowd.

A huge snake, over eighteen feet in length, slid in through the open door. She was a dark greenish-gray, with black diamond patterns on her back and she was looking around at the group in a way she in a way that told Harry she knew she wasn’t welcomed. “Ah, Nagini, so good to see you,” greeted Fawkes.

‘Good to see you, although I don’t think the others like me,” she said skittishly.

“No offense,” said Harry coldly. “But I don’t think they trust the pet of Lord Voldemort.”

Nagini’s yellow eyes looked at him. “Are you Harry?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry about what my master said...I....”

“WHAT DO YOU CARE?” screamed Mrs. Norris, jumping up. “ALL YOU SEE OF HARRY IS A GREAT TASTY MEAL!!!”

“No, I do NOT want to eat him-”

“YEAH, SURE, AND IT WASN’T YOU WHO TRIED TO SNEAK INTO THE MINISTRY TO STEAL THAT PROPHECY AND NEARLY KILLED MR. ARTHUR WEASLEY!”

“Right, so how did I get in the Ministry?” asked Nagini calmly.

“How should I now? You just, poofed in,” said Mrs. Norris, shrugging her dust shoulders.

“I didn’t. But Voldemort did. He’s an Animagus.”

“It makes sense,” said McGonagall. “I mean, he’s done just about everything else illegal. Even double parking.”

“Right, so maybe she didn’t do that, but Harry himself said Voldemort was going to feed Wormtail and then eat him,” said Mrs. Norris, as though determined to find fault with Nagini.

“Me, eat him?” said Nagini, in short, hissing laugh. “Me? Eat that disgusting human? I wouldn’t want to get my fangs dirty-no offense, Harry,” she added on quickly.

“None taken,” replied Harry, nonplused.

Nagini looked around. “Oh, come on, surely you don’t believe what Voldemort said? He’s a down-right liar. We anacondas don’t eat humans.”

“YOU aren’t an anaconda. You’re a basilisk!” snapped Mrs. Norris.

“Actually, my father was the basilisk. My mother was a Texan anaconda.”

“Right. And you just happen to be Voldemort’s servant. Huh, you lying little Death Eater,” said Mrs. Norris sarcastically. She had finally struck a nerve.

Nagini reared, hissing, The cat sprung, aiming for the-back-of-the-neck. Before the others could even get to their feet, Fawkes swooped. He rammed Norris with his head, forcing her back. He grabbed (much more gently) Nagini’s nape and pulled until she was in front of him. “Mrs. Norris, Nagini, please! To quarrel among ourselves is not animal! We have two witnesses to prove that Lord Voldemort can turn himself into a snake,” said Fawkes, his eyes flashing in a way that reminded Harry of Albus Dumbledore.

“Who?”

“Akita and I. We saw him.” All of the animals turned to Raven. “We were traveling to come here and we came across him in an old run-down place called ‘Riddle Place.’ Well, we spotted Nagini. She was scared at first, but we had a nice chat. She was amazed that we had come all the way here from Midwestern America.“Well, then someone came up. My first thought was that he was an Albino human, because he was white and had red eyes. Some idiots were following him wearing masks. How stupid can you be? If they don’t want to be found, they should mask their scent. I could find them in a crowd of half a million. But...back to the story.

“He said something about what fun it would be to kill me. The idiots laughed. It was then I saw that he looked half-snake, half human. He muttered ‘Avada Kedrava’. The spell washed right off of me and Akita. They screamed and cried ‘Crucio’. Another spell washed over me. ‘Impero’. Still no effect. I snarled. Boy, you would have thought a wolf and elk had never spoken and snarled at them. they ran, but Nagini didn’t. The white man turned into a snake and bit her throat. She screamed and slithered off.”

“The spells pounced off?” asked Harry.

“Why?”

“They are Americans, English magic won’t work on them,” explained Fawkes.

“Has the meeting started, yet?” asked a voice suddenly. Harry was shocked to see a huge jet-black dragon poking his head through. The others screamed.

Fawkes stared straight into the dragon’s bright orange eyes. “Not yet Norbert.”

Norbert? thought Harry. Not the same Norbert that Hagrid had tried to raise in my first year? Norbert turned and looked at Harry. “Harry! My old buddy and one of my Sargent parents! I missed you-...er...-that friend of your’s, Ron, the one I bit. He did live, right?”

“Yes.....”

“Oh, good! My fangs are poisonous, but hey, you bit people when you were teething, too. Right?”

“Nooooo.”

“Ah-well...” McGonagall walked over and placed her paw on Norbert’s back and uttered a spell. “There. Now no Muggles can see you.”

“Right....Nagini. Would you tell Mr. Norbert why you are here, seeing has he has just arrived?” asked Fawkes.

“Well...Voldemort is planning to kill everyone and he’s psycho...” she started.

“It took you sixteen years to realize that?” asked Mrs. Norris sarcastically.

Nagini glared. “No, and Voldemort only had me for five years. I’m only five!”

“Continue,” said Fawkes.

“Well...one day, I told him I wanted a mate.”

“Hold it, I thought snakes eat their mates,” snickered Mrs. Norris.

“Nooooooo....that’s spiders.”

“And he told me that I didn’t want a mate, just snaklelets. He said that there is no such thing as love, that only weak fools love and I wasn’t getting a mate.”

“Hold it. If Voldemort is an Animagus, why don’t you just take him as your mate,” snapped Mrs. Norris.

Nagini’s eyes glowed in rage. When she spoke, her voice shook. “No, because I want a mate! Besides, he only transforms to kill. And he doesn’t eat what he kills! Then what’s the point of killing?!? And the things he does to his ‘supporters’ if they defeat him. He is evil!”

“We all know that,” sighed Mrs. Norris.

“Humans don’t know that. Sadly, it is the humans that need to know this, so if everyone’s here, we should start the meeting,” stated Akita. Fawkes looked around the room.

“Let’s see....Akita, Buckbeak, Errol, Fang, Fluffy, Harry, Hedwig, Hermes, McGonagall, Nagini, Norris, hang on, where’s Pig?” he muttered to himself.

A small tennis-ball sized scops owl whacked into his chest. “Pigwidgeon, reporting for duty. For some reason the door to my cage was locked.”

“Really? Gee, I wonder who did that?” mused Hermes happily.

“Wasn’t it you and Hed-” started Errol, before a tawny wing was forced into old owl’s mouth.

Pig chattered happily. “I don’t care, as long as I’m herrrreee!”

“Right. Pig, Raven...all we’re missing are Prongs, Moony, Padfoot and Charms.”

“Prongs? Padfoot? You mean Sirius Black and James Potter? Well, they’ll always be missing because they are dead,” said Harry bitterly. “Voldemort saw to that.”

Fawkes grinned. “Well, you are wrong and right.”

******CHAPTER 4: MARAUDERS & A MEETING******

“They did die, but there are back. For now. Their business here is not finished. You’re in danger. That’s special. So long as they stay as animals, nothing can touch them. But if they turn into humans, they are mortal. And they won’t come back to Earth.”

“So-why isn’t the World full of Wizards?”

“Well, usually they either don’t want to come back, or they are completely invisible.”

There was a padding of feet, and up jumped a huge, shaggy, bear-sized dog, trying to lick Harry’s face. “SIRIUS!!” he cried joyfully as the dog turned into his godfather.

“Ahh, come on now, harry! You didn’t think I was going to take my cousin killing me laying down!”

“Sirius....you aren’t here for revenge. Out of Heaven for a day and already you’re back to human thoughts,” snapped Fawkes.

“Yeah, well, I can dream. So I’m here just to take care of Harry. But at least I can run the web site!”

“Web site? But Wizards can’t use Muggle inventions!” said Harry.

“Dumbledore made it so that it runs on magic. It’s connected to everyone’s Internet, and we have a lot of fans. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix got one. We can communicate that way, because I think Voldemort would want nothing to do with ‘Muggle things’. Didn’t your relatives here get a large box?”

“Come to think of it, yes, but they put it in Dudley’s room.” Sirius growled.

“Well, I’m going to find it.” He turned into a dog.

“And that way, you can meet James and Lily properly.” A large silver stag stepped out of the shadows, followed by a snow doe. Harry’s heart beat very fast. He had never seen his parents in person.

The silver stag looked at him. “Harry...” he said softly, turning into a human. Harry looked up at an almost exact model of himself, save for the hazel eyes and lack of scar.

“Dad.” The two hugged while the animals watched on. Even Mrs. Norris was quiet for once. The white doe turned into a red-haired Lily.

“Harry, I know about Snape’s last term, and how disappointed in me you got,” James said quietly. There was one word in James’ eyes as Harry looked into him. That word was ‘Sorry’.

“Yeah, well your father was quite an idiot back then. I had forgotten what a jerk he was!” grinned Lily. There was a scrape-scrape as Sirius returned, pushing a medium-sized box.

“Bully didn’t even know how to open it,” he grinned. Harry opened it. Inside was a small laptop. It was black, save for the gold lettering reading Harry Potter.

“Did you know Snape can’t work his yet?” grinned Sirius again. There was another padding of feet, and in came something. It looked like a wolf, but wasn’t. It was a werewolf.

“Moony!” laughed James.

“Professor Lupin?” gasped Harry and McGonagall. Moony was gray, save for the the black back.

“Why yes, Harry! I am permanently cured of being a werewolf. Now I’m a werewolf Animagus!” Lupin cheered.

“How?”

“An American wolf bite turns any and all werewolves so that if they never want to grow fur again, they don’t,’ he said nodding towards Raven.

“Ugh, and you tasted terrible, so I won’t be biting you EVER AGAIN!”

“Now let’s get started.” Fawkes straightened himself up.“Welcome to the Wizards-Are-Human-And-Obiviously-Too-Stupid-To-Save-Themselves-From-Voldemort-So-We-Have-To-Save-Them-Ourselves-Club, or Order of the Wolf-Phoenix for short, a subdivision of Dumbledore’s Order. We have to get rid Voldey’s Death Eaters, so we need a Army. Something American, so the English spells won’t hurt them, gregarious, and a good sense of justice. I think I’ve found the best animals: timber wolves. But the best leader was Balto.”

“Balto who?” asked Buckbeak.

“A wolf-Malamute hybrid. He was calm, gentle and a good leader. Balto died in 1944, and was mounted for The Cleveland Museum. So we would have to go back in time, once we get everyone in the same place. Dumbledore can do that magic. All for it?”

Everyone except Mrs. Norris cheered. “Sounds like he’s a dog, not a wolf!”

“His daughter, Aleu, became leader of the pack, so he has a full army of wolves. I am sure they will help us deal with the evil Lord Voldemort.” All agreed. This time even Mrs. Norris cheered.

“Right, and Hermes, you need to get Percy back. How are you going to do that? It won’t be easy.”

“Sure it will. Here’s the plan. Step One: Tell Percy what an idiot he is. Step Two: Wait no more than thirty minutes for Percy to come out of shock. Step Three: Try to convince him to come back. Step Four: Keep pecking him until he changes his mind and leaves the Ministry.”

“But don’t kill him,” ordered Fawkes.

“Or permanently maim him,” said Hedwig.

“Righto. Is that all? O.K. meeting adjourned for today,” said Fawkes.

******CHAPTER 5: HOGWARTS******

Sirius, James, Lily, Buckbeak, Raven, and Akita remained in Harry’s room, waiting for September first, when they went to Hogwarts and could take them to Balto. As far as Harry was concerned, the meetings would prove fruitful.

Fawkes was a grand leader, great as Dumbledore. The next day, Harry dressed and went downstairs, with Akita and Raven at his sides. In the kitchen sat nasty, big, bully Dudley, Harry’s cousin; Petunia, full blood sister to Lily; beefy Vernon, and sitting next to Vernon....

“Aunt Marge,” gasped Harry. He now remembered how Marge had come late last night, but Fawkes’s arrival had driven it out of his mind. Aunt Marge was a nasty full sister to Vernon, who loved criticizing Harry and Harry’s dead parents and breeder of bull dogs. Not the gentle kind that lived in America that were harmless except to their dog food. No, the vicious bull dogs who would latch their jaws onto the nose of a bleeding bull. Her favorite one, Ripper, the one that had chased a ten-year-old Harry up the tree, was snarling under her arm. And it was Marge who had annoyed Harry so much that he accidentally blew her up.

Thankfully the Ministry had erased that bit of her memory. Marge turned her puny eyes on Harry. “Well” she snapped, putting down Ripper. “If it isn’t the ungrateful little slime ball! Well, I see.” She stopped and gasped, having just got sight of Akita and Raven. (Petunia, who hated all animals, flinched at the sight of the mighty elk and wolf-bird.) “What are these? Why did you have to have some cow?” Here Akita’s ears went back and his hoof started to paw, for it is the greatest insult to call an elk a cow. “And this mangy cur on your hardworking, honorable relatives!” Raven snarled. His ears were back.

Ripper went forward, growling. “HONORABLE? THEY’RE THE ONES WHO ARE CURS!!!!!!”

“He’s NOT mine! They are Americans, and proud ones at that!” snapped Harry.

“HARRY POTTER!” snapped Vernon.

“No, let him stay! Proud, huh? Well, they would be better off getting shot!” Ripper was growling, advancing on Harry and Raven. Ripper had many fond memories of chasing and terrifying Harry, and he saw no reason why this time would be any different. Raven stared down at Ripper, his eyes glowing with a mild interest. Harry saw the paws slightly go underneath the wolf body, to prepare for a sudden heart-stopping spring.

“Better call off your dog, or Raven will tear him up,” said Harry carelessly.

“Tear him up?!? So, the worthless cur thinks he can fight Ripper and win? That’s it!” screamed Marge.

“RIPPER, SIC HIM!!!” Ripper lunged at Harry, the elk, and the wolf-bird. He aimed his mouth right were the wolf-bird’s precious throat would be. His teeth clanged on empty air. Suddenly, a horrible, terrifying something was tearing at his shoulder! Harry had been right in saying Ripper should be called off. For wolves strike faster than greased lightning, while bull dogs prefer to tear and fight. Ripper turned to get the wolf. But again his teeth closed on nothing.

Raven slashed again and again, neither in the same place twice, nor receiving a scratch. The bull dog was confused. He was going to bite and attack that kid and cur, but now he was the one being torn up! That’s not fair!He turned his eyes on Marge, asking what he was supposed to do. In that second Raven spotted his chance, and dug his fangs deep into Ripper’s soft throat. Raven dug deeper and deeper. The Dursleys screamed. Vernon bellowed and tried to pull of the wolf. “NO! STOP! LET M-” shouted Harry, but he was too late. Raven had leapt up the moment he felt that hated man’s hand on his shoulder, that man who had given Harry such a miserable life. Raven leapt up, bit Vernon, and returned his grip on Ripper. Dudley jumped forward. No one, not even his parents, knew why he was so stupid as to try and pull them apart when he had just seen Vernon’s arm hurt in the process. Maybe he thought since he was a wrestler, he could do it. Maybe not. All that they knew was that there was a flash of ebon, a horrible scream, and Dudley was clutching at his bleeding hand. Harry grabbed Raven around the shoulders. He whispered into the pointed ear.

“Raven, boy. DOWN!” Raven’s silver eyes stared at Harry, snarled, and with a look of great disgust, spat out the still alive bull dog. Marge grabbed him and ran out. The Dursleys followed, all but Vernon.

“YOU BOY!!” he snarled.

“HAVING THAT MONSTER IN OUR HOUSE!!!!! WHY YOU-!!” He jumped forward.

Raven forced his head under Harry’s leg. “Get up onto the wapiti,” he whispered. Harry obey, expecting a hard ride such as on the invisble-unless-you’ve-seen-death black winged horses called threstals. The elk’s back was narrow and would have been been bony and hard if it hadn’t been for all the soft hair.

Akita turned, an amused look on his usually sullen muzzle. “Grab my antlers,” he whispered.

Raven was talking to Vernon, explaining what would happen to the annoyed Harry. Akita suddenly rose unto his hind legs, and Harry had to grab hard to keep from falling off. Akita let out a long, trumpeting bellow. “Now,” mused Raven. “What would the neighbors think if they heard that at 3:00 A.M., hmm?”

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It was late in the afternoon, one day, when Nagini returned. The other Wolf-Phoenix Members weren’t there when she arrived, save for Fawkes. She looked positively happy. “I told Voldemort that the time to attack would be on September first, at Hogwarts. I said Harry would be unprotected. And since he and Harry alone can speak parseltongue, he doesn’t think I’m telling anyone about his plans!”

“Good! Now, all we need is the Ministry’s arrival...”

Hermes suddenly flew in. He was beaming. ”Good news! I did it! Percy and the Monstrous coming! And Percy’s back at Ron’s.”

Harry was surprised. “Did you have to peck him to make him come back?”

“Well....a little. And the only down side is, I have to go back with Pig.”

Everyone laughed.

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One night, Sirius {dog form} turned to Harry. “It’s time to return to the Headquarters. Can you ride Akita? Because even the Dursleys aren’t stupid enough to believe that old stunt Moody did last year again.” Harry was uncertain.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tear out my antlers if you can find a smoother ride,” whispered Akita. Harry felt reassured.

“But, my trunk.”

“Easy,” said Sirius. He placed his paw on the trunk and muttered a spell. “There,” he said, grinning. ‘It’s featherweight. Hey, my claws work better than wands! Oh, and I ordered a saddle for you off the Internet.”

“You WHAT?!? How are you going to pay for it?” cried Harry.

“I put it on the Dursley’s tab. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff he ordered!” Downstairs the doorbell rang. “Ah, that should be it now!’ said Sirius joyfully. “No, I didn’t order an old Western cowboy saddle...” he could hear Vernon arguing. “HARRY!”

“Let me handle it,” said Raven.

There was the pad-pad of his paws, the sound of Vernon’s angry voice, the reply of Raven, Vernon’s scream, and the return of Raven, carrying a large black saddle. “Told them someone must be ordering things for them?” asked Harry.

“Yep.” Raven pulled an old robe from Harry’s closet and spread it over Akita’s back. James stepped forward.

“Would you like me to handle the tack?”

“Sure.” In no time Akita was harnessed.

Lily walked Akita side. “James, dear, you do know that the horn faces the neck?”

“Oops.” Come nightfall, Akita and Harry were ready to go. Raven and Sirius, both the color of night, were to travel at Harry’s sides. He stood anxiously, his hand on Akita’s antlers.

“Let’s go,” whispered Sirius. Down the steps they went. While Akita’s hooves and Harry’s shoes made loud clunk-clunk noises, Sirius and Raven’s made annoyingly no sound. Once they reached the door, Harry mounted the stag. His hands clung to the ivory antlers.

“Now, don’t worry, Harry. Akita won’t let you fall off,” whispered Raven.

“Right. So all I have to worry about is a Muggle policemen coming up and asking why I’m riding a stag or having Voldemort swoop down.” Everyone laughed. The stag took off, his legs powerfully taking long strides. His hooves clattered loudly on the street. All night did the elk keep up his great speed.

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The gray dawn light on the old Grimauld house. “Well, we’re back,” said Sirius. Sirius growled. “I can’t wait to see old Kreacher.” Kreacher had obeyed the Malfoy’s request to make Harry believe Sirius had gone, thus leading Harry into Voldemort’s trap and killing Sirius.

Harry opened the door. The old place stayed as it was last time. They could hear the old painting of Sirius’ snob mother shouting “DIRTY SCUM, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” Sirius sighed.

Suddenly he went alert. “Ahh..good. Kreacher.” He ran up and grabbed the double-crossing house-elf’s neck and threw him down.

“Why, hello, you little traitor. Do you know who I am?” Kreacher’s eyes grew big.

‘Why, it’s little Sirrie. But you’re dead-” he said, and Harry was pleased to hear fear in his voice.

“Dead? Oh, I am. And now I’m back and going to hurt you.”

“Wait!” Buckbeak ran up.

“He hurt me, too.” The dog and hippogriff advanced on the cowering, muttering elf. Raven lolled out his bright red tongue as a way of laughing.

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It was a badly injured Kreacher that limped away for the scene, having learned how powerful dog jaws and hippogriff’s claws could be. “You know,” said Akita. “You should bandage that leg, Padfoot.”

“Why?” snapped Sirius.

“He got what he deserves for turning on me!”

“True. But wolves forgive,” said Raven.

“You could at least be as noble as a wolf.” Grumbling, Sirius bandaged the elf’s leg

“Rackin’, frackin’ varmint,” he muttered.

Soon after Harry and Sirius returned, all the members for The Order Of The Phoenix arrived, Tonks, Lupin, Moody, The Weasleys, and Hermione. And ex-Death Eater, Snape. Ron and Hermione ran up to greet Harry, hesitating at the sight of the wolf-bird and elk. “Fawkes formed his own anti-Voldemort club,”

Harry explained quickly. “Fawkes? But isn’t he a phoenix?” asked Ron.

“Yeah, but he said that since the humans weren’t helping...”

“ ‘He said’ ? Harry, birds can’t talk,” said Hermione seriously.

“I know..but they did...”

“Yeah, let’s get this settled. We can talk. All of us. There was a great big meeting. There was me, Raven, my buddy the elk here, Akita; Mrs. Norris, Buckbeak; Fluffy...”

“FLUFFY?!?”

“Don’t interrupt me, buddy! Norbert, Hedwig, Fawkes, Hermes, Pig, McGonagall, the Marauders, and Nagini.”

“Nagini Who’s that?” asked Ron.

“Voldemort’s snake.” They gasped.

“Oh, no, she’s good. Hey, who’s that?” Snape walked up, a look of disgust on his face. A low growl rumbled in Raven’s throat, his muscles tensed.

Harry fell down, grabbing Raven’s shoulders. “Down, boy.”

“What pet is this, Potter? Don’t tell me that the famous Harry Potter felt that an owl was not enough, he needed a wolf?” sneered Snape.

“He’s not my pet, Professor Snape...”

“Wow, Snapy isn’t as dumb as he looks. He actually knows I’m a wolf. Good job, Death Eater.” Snape grabbed his forearm, where Harry knew the old Voldemort’s brand was.

James came to his son’s side. “Well, well, if it isn’t Snivellous.”

“Who are you?”

“Prongs is my nickname, but my real name is.” He transformed. “James Potter.”

Snape’s skin turned pale. “You’re dead.”

“Ahh..but I’m back. So’s my wife and Sirius. Call them Charms and Padfoot.”

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A month later, Raven stood with head up, as Harry waited to get on the train for Hogwarts. “Well,” he whispered. “Tonight’s the night. We meet Balto,’ said Hermione.

“Hey Potter!’ shouted a drawling, cruel voice. The pale Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect and first class jerk, ran up. “Why, if it isn’t the famous Harry Potter. Oh, one owl isn’t enough. He had to get a dog. I’m still going to get you.” Raven’s ears tipped forward. His eyes brightened.

His black nose twitched. “Well, well, if it isn’t the son of one of the stupid death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy is your dad, isn’t he? Well, Dracy, your father is a complete coward! An arrogant snob of a coward. He was the first to take to his heels when the Unforgivable spells didn’t effect me or Akita. Along with Crabbe and Goyle. At least Voldemort came back to get his snake!”

Thump, thump, thump, thump. Draco, his body guards Crabbe and Goyle, and his girlfriend Pansy all fainted dead on the floor. “I stand uncorrected when I said that they were cowards. Come on, let’s get on.”

Akita was laying in front of the train’s seats when they got on. Neville, a round faced, timid boy and Luna Lovegood walked with Harry, Hermione and Ron. Neville hung back Raven jumped into a seat next to Harry. “Uh, your wolf doesn’t bite, does he?” he asked nervously.

“No. I don’t bite and I’m not his. I’m from America.” the Hogwarts Express blew its whistle and started chugging off. Raven yawned. “Wake me when we reach Hogwarts.” He curled into a ball.

They played Exploding Snap and talked about their summer. “So, what do you reckon it’s like in Nome?” asked Ron.

“Cold, probably,” said Harry.

“Not cold. Nagini’s coming, remember? So we’re going there in summer,” yawned Akita.

Neville looked nervously. “Where’s Nome?”

“In Alaska.”

“And where’s Alaska?”

“In America,” hummed Luna dreamily. The door slid opened. Ginny, Ron’s sister, and the members of the club Harry formed last year called ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ came in.

Even Cho Chang, Harry’s old girlfriend. “Is it true?” she asked.

“I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”

Cho ignored this. “Is it true you have a talking wolf?”

“He’s not mine!” Raven yawned widely.

“Look at those fangs!” she cried.

“Get use to them. To fight Voldemort, we’re going to Nome. A wolf army will whip their little Nazi butts.”

“Wolves? Is this your stupid idea?” snapped Cho’s friend.

“No, it’s Fawkes’.”

“A pretty good one, too. Now sit!” snapped Raven.

They obeyed, wary eyes on Raven’s teeth and claws. “And the next person that isn’t Harry or one of his buddies that wakes me up is going to have go to the hospital pronto!” he snarled, laying back down.

The door slid opened yet again. In walked a furious Draco. “Nice job, Potter. Bewitch some dumb cur to talk to show off how brave you are!”

“Wellllll...you definitely showed everyone just how brave you are!” snarled Raven.

Draco’s hand plunged into his robes grabbing his wand. “Don’t waste your breath. However, I haven’t mauled anyone yet today, so go ahead, attack Harry. It’s been a slow day.” Draco stepped forward. Raven leapt hard, landing on Draco’s chest, his teeth aimed at the throat.

“RAVEN, DOWN!!” Ron and Hermione grabbed

Raven’s shoulders. Harry threw his hand around the muzzle. “Get out!”

“He tried to kill me!’

“Darn right I did! And next time I won’t stop!” Draco beat it.

Raven climbed back on the seat and laid down.

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The Great Hall was even fuller than ever that night. The whole Ministry of Magic was there. Laying at doors were the animals. “It’s not going to work,” said Mrs. Norris.

“It will work!” snapped Fluffy.

“Not very observant are, are they?” said Lily. She and James were laying, elk form, side by side.

“Really. I mean, who could miss Norbert, eh, Charms?” said James, laughing. James was going by his old nickname, Prongs. Sirius was Padfoot. Lupin was Moony. Lily was Charms.

“They’re more concerned about their stomachs,” yawned Moony.

“Or they’re just stupid,” said Buckbeak.

“Hey, were’s Nagini?” asked Norbert.

“She’s with ol’ Voldey, remember?” said Prongs.

“So, what’s Dumbledore’s plan? I mean, if Voldemort can transform, what’s he going to do?” asked Akita.

“Turn Harry into an Animagus,” said Fawkes quietly.

“What animal?”

“Well, it’s up to him. but I hope he picks a phoenix. Snakes fear phoenixes.” Hermes, Hedwig, Errol, and Pig flopped down.

“Where’s Hagrid?”

“At the table.”

“And Fang?”

“With him.”

“Good...” Suddenly, the lights went out. The door swung open.

They heard Nagini’s shout of “NOW!!” Dumbledore raised his wand. In a swirl of color, the hall disappeared.

******CHAPTER 6: BALTO*******

Balto, the dust-colored half wolf, half Alaskan Malamute, lay on his Boat overlooking the vast tundra. Beside him lay Jenna, the rust-and-cream colored Siberian husky that was his mate. A series of fierce growls came from Balto’s son-in-law, the black-and-silver pure wolf Niju as he gnawed on a bone. Beside him was Jenna and Balto’s first daughter, the light tan throwback Aleu, lay next to her mate Niju’s side. “Ahhhh...” sighed the old gold-gray wolf elder Nava. “This is the life.”

“Not really,” yawned the ebony-spined, black, white-faced Joker, son of Niju. His pure gold eyes reopened. “I’m bored. I wish something would happen!” He nuzzled his rust-and-black mate Harley as she lay fast asleep behind him.

“Never wish for something to happen. Believe me, it will,” said Kemo, Balto’s pure white half-brother.

Midback Kemo’s Arctic mate, stretched. “Besides, it sounds like your siblings are up,” she said.

“Why don’t you see what they are up to?”Joker turned to his siblings. Tundra, the coal black wolf with the snow diamond on his chest, was up and pacing.

“I feel like I’m going to die of boredom!” cried Taiga, Joker’s butterscotch sister, the only female in his litter. “I wish Togo was back!” she continued. (Togo was Balto’s father.)

“Yeah, I’m bored out my skull, too,” cried Tundra.

“And I’m the calm one!” he added.

Night Jaws, the black wolf with silver mouth; Black Eagle, the jet-black wolf with the silver head and tail; and Silver Cloud, the snow wolf with the silver two inch stripe on his nose and spot on his chest walked up. “Bored?” asked Black Eagle.

“Very. You?” asked Taiga.

“Beyond bored,” sighed Night Jaws.

Silver Cloud lifted his ears. “Here comes MicroWing.” MicroWing, the coal-black, gold-eyed, son of Balto with the shape of a white bird in flight on his chest and Mercury’s wings on his paws and. faintly, on his shoulders, came up. Bruce, the dark sable snow-underside dark-eyed brother of MicroWing came behind him.

MicroWing’s ears were up. “What?” asked Black Eagle.

“I heard something. Come on!” He rushed over to the end of the boat, placing his paws on the rail.

“Look!”

Right in front of them there was a whirl of color and sound. Over four hundred humans wearing strange black capes and a cat, two wolves, two stag elk, one doe elk, four owls, a three-headed giant dog, a great Dane, a snake, a huge black dragon, a big dog, and a strange scarlet-and-gold eagle-like phoenix landed flat on the ground. The wolves jaws flew open. Niju dropped his bone and it clattered to a stop.

“O.K.... What’s going on?” asked Bruce.

“I don’t know. We had better check it out,” said Balto.

“Jenna,” he continued. “You, Harley, and Aleu watch Tornait, Sand Piper, Thunder, Phoenix, Desert Storm, Galaxy, Chrome, Nanuq, Ice Fire, Dark Side, Half-tail, White Moon and Snow Fox. Niju, MicroWing, Bruce, Tundra, Taiga, Black Eagle, Night Jaws, Silver Cloud, Joker, Kemo, Midback, come with me.”

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Raven got happily to his feet. “Where’s Voldey?” asked Charms.

“He and those Death Eaters took off,” sighed Nagini.

Raven grinned. “Don’t worry. He’ll never find a way out. This land is always too cold for a human’s magic to work. I suppose the only real danger is him realizing that in snake form he can Apperate.” Raven tuned his ears slowly. “Hehehehe, yep, he’s lost.”

“Why did he say?” asked Akita urgently.

“ ‘Is there any place here that isn’t tundra?’ ”

“DUMBLEDORE!!!!” growled Fudge, the snobby Minister of Magic. “What is the meaning of transporting us to this frozen wasteland?!?”

Raven whispered to Dumbledore: “Did you mean to bring him?”

“I don’t like ‘im either.” Dumbledore grinned. “Well, Fawkes here has had the most brilliant idea,” he stated, his clear blue eyes sparkling.

“Fawkes? Your bird can’t talk. Animals can’t talk. And what good idea is bringing us to this death ice box?”

“ ‘Ice Box?’ Sir, this is our home. And who are you?” asked MicroWing. Fudge went very white, still not turning around.

“Nice trick, Dumbledore. Using a talking spell on your animals. Why, animals are too stupid to talk!”

“Wouldn’t you look stupid if we were standing right behind you here speaking,” snickered Niju.

“Hallo,” said Fawkes.

“Is Mr. Balto here?”

“Yes... Uhm, pardon me for asking, but, who are you?” asked Balto.

“It’s a long tale. I shall tell you it,” said Dumbledore, explaining everything. When he was finished, Balto nodded. “Would you like me to take the youngsters into Nome?”

“What is ‘Gnome’?” snapped Fudge.

“The city.” Balto lifted his head and howled. “Steele...Star! Kaltag! Nikki! Ace! Suma! Dingo! Kala! Come here please!!” it said.

An Alaskan malamute ran up. “What is it, Balto Why did you-hey! Who are these weirdo?” he asked.

“Steele, this is the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

“Hogwarts? I never heard of that place, here or in the States!”

“You wouldn’t. It’s in England.”

“Ah! Jolly old England, huh? Well, that explains the accent. So, you want me to...what?”

“Take the pups into Nome. See to it that the people welcome them.”

“No problem.

“That will be be easy.”

“Nome’s seen weirder,” chorused three different voices.

Three red-hued youngsters, Aleu’s siblings, cam up. ”No problem,” repeated the female, Kala.

“It won’t be hard,” said one of the males, Ace, again.

“Like I said, Nome’s seen weirder,” said the other male, Jenner. Dingo and his sister Suma, also siblings to Aleu, came up, followed by sled dogs Nikki, Kaltag, and Star.

“What’s up, boss dere,” asked Nikki.

“Ya, and what are all the weirdo here for?” asked Kaltag.

“Well, weirdo is a bit hard, Kaltag...” said little Star softly.

“Just take them into Nome.”

“Oy! What is going on here?” asked Boris the old Russian snow goose. “Mogshulga bears, I know you’re there.” Muk and Luk, the young polar bears, followed.

“Can we help, Uncle Boris?” asked Muk.

“Yeah! Please?” asked Luk.

“All right. Help me bring these pups to Nome.” They herded off the kids.

“Balto, so, can you help us?” asked Fawkes.

“Sure. But, we’ll need more wolves...can the big, black fellow fly?

” “Norbert? Sure. NORBERT!!”

Norbert and Buckbeak were being petted by their owner, Hagrid, the half giant.

“NORBERT!!!”

“Coming!”

“All right. Now find some wolves. Look for the packs of: Kapu, near the Avalik River in the Northern Alaska; Buster on Ellesmere Island in the Arctic; Buck in the Yukon, and the loner White Fang.”

“O.K.” said Norbert, taking off.

“And now we must discuss the Wolf Wars when Norbert returns,” said Fawkes.

******CHAPTER 7: WWI= WOLF WAR I******

It did not take Norbert long to return. As he landed, off ran many wolves. There was ebony Alpha Male Kapu, his lovely mate white Aaka, disgruntled dark male Raw Bones, the silver-and-snow handsome Wind Voice, night-colored sweet Fur Amy, Kapu’s daughter, gray Uqaq, daughter of Raw Bones, red-ruffed mate of Amy’s; Storm call; his darker-colored sister Lichen; tawny Beta Zing, female Owl Feathers, males Big Ears and Egg Head, Uqaq and Wind Voice’s pups; the beautiful spirit wolf mother of Kapu and Zing, Silver, and the coal black mighty mate of Silver spirit wolf Amaroq. There were Midback’s old pack, all white Arctics: dark-faced fast-talking father Alpha Buster; Mom the gentle serene-faced mother and Alpha female; the large pure white save for the three-inch patch of black hair on his namesake Left Shoulder, Beta and brother to Buster; Scruffy, the clump-haired shaggy omega, son of Buster and Mom; and the three female new pups full sisters to Scruffy, whose names were Icy, Orca, and Polar Bear. There was handsome half-Scotts Shepherd, half St. Bernard bronze-colored Buck and pure gray wolf Wild Brother; Kemo’s pack of males Silver Ears, Yellow Tail, White Neck, Huron, Ontario, Crow Eyes, and Coyote; and the females Earth Paws, River, Hera, Sea Gull, Gray Claws, and Long Whiskers. And finally the chrome-colored White Fang, the three-quarters wolf, one-quarter dog.

Fawkes explained to everyone about what had happened what would (hopefully) happen. “To save these wizards,” he was saying. “We shall have to form an army, turn the human fighters into American Animagi, and criple the Death Eaters... But we must be careful. All the Death Eaters have are magic wands that don’t work on us, but the leader Voldemort-”

“What’s an Animagus and how will we know this Moldemort?”

“An Animagus is a wizard that turns into an animal, and VVV-oldemort is the only wizard with scarlet eyes and black cat pupils, White Fang. Anyway, Voldemort can turn himself into a huge snake with venomous fangs.”

“It is against our nature to kill humans,” said Nava, shaking his head.

“Mine, too. But they aren’t humans anymore. Voldemort killed this boy, Harry Potter’s parents and then tried to kill Harry when he was a pup!” The wolves growled.

“To kill one’s own kind, especially the helpless, is the purest evil! My team is with you!” said Niju.

“Yes. Mom and Jenna and I will watch the pups,” said Aleu.

“I want you guys to win!” said Jenna.

“My pack’s with you!” said Mom.

Wild Brother shouted “So’s Buck, White Fang, and me!”

“And me!” Togo and his son son Clone came down from Norbert’s wing, with Farley Mowat, and the male sled-dogs Sol-leks and Hornet. After them ran the girls Jade, Kiche and Shrink. “You guys!” barked Togo.

“Watch the Boat!”Raw Bones scoffed and started pacing.

“Now Kapu, I’ve always known you were a bad leader, ever since you said your father saved that girl.” Here even Uqaq joined the others in snarling. “But you actually expect us to go up against a full pack! And their leader can turn into a snake! I mean, come on!”

“Pack? The Death Eaters don’t work together. They are always fighting and challenging each other for status. And Voldemort doesn’t forgive, nor is he liked. They just fear him!” shouted Harry.

“And Fawkes, do you mean we will turn into Animagi?”

“Yes, once we find who’s with us.”

“My whole pack is,” said Kapu quickly.

“WHAT??? OH, NO, WE’RE NOT!!!!!” snarled Raw Bones.

Amaroq stepped forward. “Do you want to be cast out?” he asked in his dignified British voice.

“We’ll support them!” Raw Bones lowered his head. “Dirty rackin’, frackin...” he continued under his breath.

“Good! Now, Harry, it is important that you turn into an Animagus,” said Lupin.

“It is very useful...”

“I shall teach you the correct spells. So, Harry, which animal?” asked Dumbledore softly.

Harry looked around. Which animal to choose? It would be a great memory to his father, and since Dumbledore was doing it, there was no danger. Maybe a stag, like James and Lily. He was about to say ‘stag’ when his eyes fell on Fawkes. A phoenix, powerful and immortal. He would need that for his fight. For he alone could defeat Voldemort.

“A phoenix?” It was hard to say who was grinning more, Fawkes or Dumbledore.

“We can do that.”

“Just remember Harry,” said Fawkes.

“When a phoenix catches fire, as long as he is a chick, he is in mortal danger. Eat a few herbs, and you’ll turn back into an immortal phoenix. You still want to be a phoenix?” Harry nodded.

“What? But that’s illegal, Dumbledore! He’s not registered!” snapped Fudge.

“Well, Harry will be registered. Are you ready?” Harry nodded. Dumbledore placed his cool hand on Harry’s head. “AVADA FERA AVISIGNIS!!” he cried. A cool and wonderful sensation went through Harry’s body. When he opened his eyes, his body was now the eagle-like body of a phoenix. Unlike the scarlet Fawkes, though, Harry was jet-black. His stomach, alternating tail feathers, , and wing bones were gold. In the middle of each of his wings there was the gold shape of a wolf’s head and neck. Prongs ran his eye over him.

“Well done, WolfWings.”

Balto came up. “You have very handsome plumage. There’s a mirror, well O.K., it’s more of an old window, in my Boat. Care to come?” Harry nodded and followed the dusty gray Balto. “This Boat was my home for three years. No one wanted me.” “Why?”

“Because my Mom was Aniu, the white wolf. My Dad’s Togo.”

“What happened to Aniu?” Harry immediate wished he hadn’t. Balto’s head dropped.

“A human shot her. She’s dead.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. I still have my father. You’re an orphan.”

“Well, Neville should be pitied more. His parents were tortured to insanity by the Death Eater Bellatrix. They’re alive, but they don’t recognize him.”

Balto let a low whistle. “I’ll never understand your kind. Never. Ahh, here we are!”

Harry looked at his reflection. His brilliant emerald eyes were encircled by the gold shape of his glasses. His feet and beak were a dark gray. And on his forehead in scarlet was...his lightning bolt-shaped scar, souvenir from Voldemort’s first attack. Balto grinned. “Try out those wings, Harry.”

“I’ve never flown without a broomstick.” Fawkes flew up.

“It’s easier than flying on a broomstick,” he said.

“Yeah! I mean, you can’t fall off your wings, can you?” laughed Raven, flying on huge black eagle wings.

“I didn’t know you could fly.”

“Oh, yeah! That’s why I have feathers.”

Harry hopped on the rail of Balto’s Boat. Fawkes landed beside him. “Now, just spread your wings and jump!” Harry spread the huge wings, and took off. Why, this was easy. His wings flapped effortlessly. Harry’s heart raced as he thought of all the thing he could now do. Poke out Draco’s eyes, break Voldemort’s back, bite Snape’s ugly face, beat Dudley with his wings...and more!!! Harry wondered if Qudditch players could be phoenixes, for it would be so easy to catch the snitch!  Fawkes grinned and flew up. “Good job! Now, let’s go and see what animals your friends will become.” Raven was pacing in front them.

He stopped at Hermione. “What would you like to be? Any American animal. hmm....you’re clever, like a fox. A fox is the link between cats and dogs. How about an Arctic fox?”

“Those beautiful white ones? Well...no. What about an otter?”

“O.K... Dumbledore can make you bigger.”

“O.K.” Dumbledore placed his hand on Hermione’s back. “AVADAVERA LUTRA LUTRA! !!” There was a flash of emerald light, and where Hermione had stood there was a white otter. She had brown, bushy hair on her ears. Hermione was about as big as a German shepherd. “Oh, Harry, this is great. Next time Snape’s rotten to Neville, I can bite him!”

“You had better not,” growled Snape.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” Dumbledore picked up a camera and took photographs of Hermione and Harry. He handed them to Fudge.

“Well,, that seems to make them legal,” he said softly.

“Ron, look!” She ran over.

“Wait until my parents see this!”

“I think you should tell them the whole story before you transform.”

“Ronald Weasley, eh? Hmm, you have a lot to live up to with your last name. And yet you are yourself. You make me think of a mountain lion, a red one,” muttered Raven.

“A lion?”

“Well, they are also called cougars, cat amounts, that sort of thing. Are you for it?”

“Well..all right.”

Dumbledore call forward. “AVADAVERA FELISCONCOLORRUFUS!!” Ron instantly turned into a red cougar. He stretched out his claws.

“Wicked. Just wait for Malfoy to make fun of my family next!”

“Neville? You make me think of a black bear.”

“Black bear? why?”

“Because you are usually timid, but when it comes to fighting, you fight gooood.”

“O.K. A bear sounds good."

“AVADAVERA URSUSAMERICANUS!!” A round-faced black bear appeared.

“Look at my claws! My gran will be so proud!”

“Corronk! Corronk!” Two ravens flew down, turning instantly into Fred and George.

“Ravens! Should have known!” laughed Akita.

A tan-and-white antelope came up. “A pronghorn.” The pronghorn had very familiar horn-rimmed glasses marks around his eyes.....

“Percy!”

“Yes, Ron, it’s me,” he said.

“I thought you had disowned us!”

“He did,’ said Hermes, landing on the pronghorn Percy’s shoulder. “But, ah, I am very persuasive.”

A red fox with flaming red hair walked up. “Ginny?”

“Yep, how did you know? Anyway, Charlie’s an alligator and Bill’s a wild mustang. We have to go. It’s time to attack.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “The wolves?”

“Are ready.”

Fawkes flew up. “O.K. Remember, your job is to cripple, but kill if needed. Remember, these are murderers, not humans anymore. And leave the white one to the phoenixes. Roll call: Padfoot!”

“HERE!” shouted the dog Sirius.

“Prongs!’

“Here!” called James.

“Charms!”

“Here!

“Moony! Nagini! WolfWings! MicroWing! Bruce! Niju! Buster! Midback! Left Shoulder! Buck! Wild Brother! White Fang! Scruffy! Balto! Toronto! Twister! Earth Paws! Joker! Tundra! Taiga! Night Jaws! Kemo! Black Eagle! Yellow Tail! Silver Ears! White Neck! Huron! Ontario! Coyote! Crow Eyes! River! Hera! Gray Claws! Long Whiskers! Sea Gull! Snape! Uqaq! Amaroq! Kapu! Moody! Aaka! Silver! Wind Voice! Storm Call! Lichen! Raven! Akita!”

“All here!”

The wolves walked of. There below the hill lock were a dozen-odd Death Eaters, hooded and masked. Voldemort was not with them. “Right, now,” whispered Fawkes. “GO!”

“AAAAARRRRRWWWHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!” called Kemo. The wolves charged. The Death Eaters turned amusingly toward them. Bellatrix, murderer of Sirius, laughed.

“Why, wee little baby Potter!” she laughed. “And the round-faced jinx. Why are you here?”

“Ohhhhh, I want to bite her,” snarled White Fang. “No, Sirius and Bigfoot get her first,” growled Buckbeak.

“My dementors,” gasped Fudge.

“What are they doing here?”

“Under new command,” snickered Bella. The rattling, soul-sucking hooded dementors went forward.

“STOP!” ordered Fudge. The animals sighed.

“Fluffy, if you don’t mind,” said Fawkes. The giant dog leapt and barked. The dementors stood starring at him. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!” shouted Harry. Out leapt Charms and Prongs. They attacked the dementors. The fiends quickly disappeared.

“Listen, this is war!” cried Fawkes. “War? Hah! You mean massacre!

AVADA-” said Bella.

“Musk ox,” barked Aaka. In an instant, the wolves formed a perfect circle, just like the musk ox. “Get down,” ordered Aaka to the humans.

“Stupid human,” laughed Wild Brother. “Spells won’t work on us. We Americans are immune.”

Bella sneered. “Yeah right. AVADA KEDRAVA! CRUCIO! IMPERIO!”

The spells bounced off the animals. “Like he said, we Allies shall defeat you!” snarled Amy.

“Voldemort will get you!” cried Bella, panicking.

“Let him. Evil always loses,” growled Zing.

“There is no such thing as evil and good! There is only power, and those too weak to get it!” screamed Bella.

“Hear that, Kapu? And they wonder why they can’t win!” laughed Amaroq.

“Nothing is more important than teamwork,” grinned Nagini.

“Nagini? Voldemort’s snake? Oh, well.... The Dark Lord is the best.”

“Voldemort? You aren’t worth squat to him!” said Harry.

“Down, WolfWings.”

“Ah, and that’s why Sirius is dead! Hah! My blasted cousin had it coming to him!”

“Wouldn’t you look stupid if I was standing right here behind you?” growled Padfoot.

“Not if she doesn’t turn around,” snickered Norbert.

Bella went very white. She turned around to see the huge black dog. “Hello, cuz,” purred Sirius in a dangerous voice.

Fawkes lifted his head. “ATTACK!” MicroWing leapt first. His sharp teeth grabbed Avery, a fellow Death Eater’s arm. Ever faithful Bruce snarled and grabbed Avery other arm, dragging him down.

Avery screamed. “Help me, Master!”

MicroWing dung his teeth in, and then stopped. “Bruce! Stop! We’ve done our job.”

“Crazy wolves! Run!” Avery cried, getting up. MicroWing snarled and grabbed his mask. “Bruce, help me hold him!” Balto growled.

“Move and we’ll hamstring you!” The Death Eaters stopped. Oily Lucius came up.

“Why support these, ah, Mudbloods and half-breeds? Come, and make this is pureblood world.”

“Nice try, ” growled Balto. “But I’m a half-breed.”

“Hey, better half-breed with fresh blood then pure in-bred,” shouted Buster. The wolves roared with laughter.

“We are not in-bred!”

“All purebloods are! I don’t see why I didn't see it before! The wizard looks, the snobbish, arrogant, ‘I’m better then you’ attitude of a classic pure-bred. Sic ‘em!” shouted Left Shoulder. The wolves went to work.

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It was night by the time the wolves finally let their badly injured victims go. The wolves agreed to sleep on the first part of Balto’s Boat, while the others slept below the deck. Harry was resting, thinking about how good this day had gone. Suddenly his scar started hurting, and a horrible anger filled him. Prongs and Charm’s heads snapped up. “What’s wrong?” asked Ron.

Harry rubbed his scar. “Voldemort, he’s really, really mad.”

“Well, you can’t blame him,” grinned Moony.

“Yeah,” laughed Mad-Eye Moody. “Leaves his followers for a few hours and comes back to find them all torn up.”

There was terrible growls from the pack. Nagini screamed in pain. They ran over to her, in time to see a ivory white tail before it was swallowed up by the night. Nagini’s neck was covered in blood and venom. She lifted her head wearily. “Voldemort, tried to attacked, I blocked, he struck, venom, I-”

Fawkes flew over her withering body. Thick, pearly tears ran down his red cheeks. The tears landed on Nagini’s fatal wound. Vapor steamed up from the wound, only now there wasn’t a wound... “Fawkes,” Nagini murmured. “Thanks...”

“That snake,’ gasped Mr. Weasley.

“On Christmas Eve, that white one was the same exact snake that had attacked me...”

“I told you, that wasn’t me. It was him...he was trying to get Harry, a white owl came up...”

There was a faint scream. “Hedwig!” Hedwig landed on Harry’s shoulder.

“It wasn’t me.”

Harry started off. “Wait, you and I can go, but only as phoenixes.” Fawkes and Harry flew into the dark. There was a streak of white, a flash of blood-colored eyes, and the white streak disappeared. On the ground lay a snowy owl, almost pure white save for the few clove marks on the wings.

“A male,” gasped Hedwig. Harry felt tears coming down his feathery cheeks. They feel on the owl, healing his wounds. The owl’s amber eyes opened.

“Who are you?’ asked Fawkes.

“Quartz. I heard the snake going to attack someone name Harry. So I went to stop him,” he said in an American accent.

“Well, you better come in,” said Fawkes, picking him up by his nape and bringing him in, Harry following.

******CHAPTER 8: WWII=WOLF WAR II******

Fawkes woke them up early the next day. “Come,” he said. “We mustfight.”

They yawned in the dark. Jenna trotted down. “I hope you guys had a pleasant night?” she asked.

“Good save for Voldemort’s attack,” growled Moody.

Aleu ran down. “We have some caribou meat for you guys to eat,” said Aleu.

“Raw?” asked a pale Fudge.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. Dumbledore explained to us how humans prefer cooked meat, so Norbert cooked it.”

Harry stretched and stroked the handsome Quartz. “So, who owns you?”

“No one, but Hedwig and I have fallen for each other. Do ya have room for both of us lovebirds?”

“Sure.”

“Good! Then, I’m yours.”

After everyone had eaten the delicious steak, there was a clomp-clomping of hooves running up. Dozens of gray deer-like caribou stood around him. The biggest one, the one with a coat the silver of ice, stepped forward.

“What is it, Akita?” he asked. The silver stag had a rough, tough guy, ‘don’t mess with me’ voice.

“This is Tyonek and his tribe,” explained Raven. “He and his caribou have agreed to be your mounties.

“All righty, I have some suggestions to make if we fight with those wolves. First, I want their word of honor that they wolves won’t eat us while we are mounts,” said Tyonek.

“We swear,” said Balto.

“Balto! How dare you swear!” gasped Tyonek, as burst out laughing. “Oh, well, they all can’t be gems,” muttered the stag as no one got his joke. He cleared his throat and continued. On your pup’s heads?”

“Yes.”

‘And our lemon drops?”

Tyonek said turning to Dumbledore. “Ahh, caribou with good taste!” laughed Dumbledore, handing them a bag of candy. While they crunched on the lemon drops, Dumbledore put on saddles and bridles on the deer.

“Where did the harnesses come from?” asked Percy.

“Padfoot rented them from the Internet. Muggles made a wonderful invention with the computer.”

Harry was handed the same black saddle as he had before. Prongs came forward. “Harry, you shall be riding on me.” Dumbledore was already on Akita’s red back.

“Hey, how did you get the bridles over the antlers?” asked Hermione.

“Magic.”

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As the gray dawn rose, on the tundra battlefield, the caribou riders stood on the hillock. Across from them stood the Death Eaters. among them stood a tall, thin wizard with scarlet eyes. Both sides were waiting....

Fawkes turned. “Again, my brave men, err-wolves. The tactic is to try and cripple, not kill.”

“And good luck,” said Buck to himself.

“AAAAARRRRRWWWHHHHOOOOOOO!!!” They attacked! Lucius turned to Voldemort.

“Master, these wolves, they are crazy. they’ll rip us apart. Surely you don't-”

“Is your courage wavering? Are you questing Lord Voldemort’s tactics?” asked Voldemort in his cold voice.

“Er-no. Right. Charge!” Lucius pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. “CRUCIO!!” The red light sprung forward. Prongs reared, blocking the magic.

“Nice try! Niju, sic him!!” called Nava. Niju sprung, powerful jaws snapping. Joker turned his eyes at Draco.

“Harry, you look so stupid on that deer!” laughed Draco.

“He’s a stag, not a deer!” Suddenly, Lucius’ scream of pain suddenly echoed across the land. Niju’s teeth were sinking into his foot.

“YOUR WOLF CAN’T DO THAT TO MY FATHER!!!” screamed Draco. He started to pull out his wand....he never got it out of his pocket. Joker pounced, his sharp ivory fangs running down the young wizard’s head, starting at the forehead and ending at the throat. The sixteen-year-old screamed, half from the great pain, half from fear. Any second now the wolf would slice through his throat!

“JOKER!” cried Harley, the rust-and-black she-wolf, mate of Joker, as she ran up. Joker’s ears cocked towards her. “JOKER LET HIM GO!!” Joker’s demon yellow eyes gave the message.

“WHY?”

“YOU CAN’T HURT A PUPPY!!!”

Joker raised his lips, and threw down Draco. Blood ran down the whimpering boy’s head. “Oh, quite whining!” snapped Joker. “Bandage up your head and you’ll be fine. I didn’t mortally wound you, although those scars will last a long time, probably forever.” Joker lowered his white-masked head. “Consider yourself lucky my mate has a soft spot for pups. Scarhead,” said Joker softly, calling him the nickname he had so often tormenting Harry with. He then ran across the lichens and lunged at Lucius’ throat. Malfoy grabbed Joker’s throat, attempting to stranglehim. Joker grinned. “Legs!” he barked.

“Malfoy, sorry buddy, but you’ll never be able to choke me. I have too much of a mane.”Niju bite Lucius’ leg, shattering it. Malfoy fell, crippled for life. “I would kill you,” whispered Niju, to the ear buried in the long blond hair. Lucius’s dark eyebrows lifted. “But you have a pup to raise. I can’t and won’t do that to a fellow sire.” Niju then took off.

Meanwhile, Amaroq and Kapu attacked Bella. “Voldemort will come for me,” she screamed.

“Oh! Hear that, Kapu? Voldemort’s her mate!!”

“Bella and Voldey, siting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. first comes loves, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!!” sang Kapu.

“Name the pup Tom, after his father!!” laughed Wind Voice.

“How do you know the Dark Lord’s childhood name?” gasped Bella.

“A little birdy told me,”chuckled the handsome Wind Voice, his grin growing even larger.

“Here comes Longbottom!” said Amy.

“Oh, little Longy! Oh, I’m so scared. I-AHHHHHIIIIIIIEEEE!!” For Neville had just turned into the huge black bear. His yellow muzzle pointed at her.

“You go for the head,” ordered Padfoot.

Neville rose up on his hinds. “Mom, Dad, this is for you!!” he cried, striking her hard in the head, roaring. Her body thumped down.

“Awww...I didn’t even get a bite in,” Sirius sighed. “Is she-dead?”

Bellatrix’s eyes opened. “Hello, Doggy. Pretty doggy,” she said to Sirius, her eyes unfocused, with one pupil dilated, one contracted.

“What happened?” asked Neville.

“Either she’s lost her memory or she’s insane. Either way, she deserves it,” said Padfoot, laying down.

At the same time, Buster’s pack was attacking Macnair, would-be murderer of Buckbeak. “Killing humans, eh? Oh, that is so, so very bad,” scolded Left Shoulder.

“Yeah, what a pity you won’t be able to do it,” laughed Scruffy.

“Oh, and why is that?” sneered Macnair.

“Why? Cuz when we are through with you, you’ll be lucky if you can hold a wand,” said Buster. Buckbeak flew down with Hagrid on his back.

“Beaky, sic this killer!” commanded Hagrid.

“With pleasure.”

“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHIIIISSSSS!” Voldemort had transformed. The huge ivory snake reared itself. All activity froze. He was over a hundred feet long, bigger than Norbert even. The Albino Snake hissed again, spreading a cobra hood with red eye hook marks.

“Harry,” whispered Fawkes. “GO! WE’LL HANDLE THIS!!” Prongs took off. Like a flash of lightning, the snake was after him. The stag ran through the pine cove.

“Faster!” urged Harry to his father, his scar aching. The silver stag ran harder. Suddenly his antlers caught on a tree. Harry was thrown forward, Something with needle-sharp teeth was dragging him down, down, down, into an old wolf den. Harley’s old pack, (the Nome Wolves’) in fact.) He landed with a soft thud. The snake reared.

*******CHAPTER 9: WOLFWINGS’ DUEL******

“Harry Potter,” hissed Voldemort. “So here it ends, eh?”

“Excuse me? Ends?”

“Come now. Even your father was no match for the greatest sorcerer in the World!!”

“No, Voldey, Dumbledore still is better than you. Those wolves up there will kill your supporters!”

“I’ll get more. But here you die!” He rose to strike.

Harry’s heart raced. There was no way out! The den wasn’t large enough for a human to fight in, having been chipped out of the rock-like permafrost by simple wolf claws. He heard sounds of something forcing itself down the tunnel. It was his father, turned human. But by the time he would get down, it would be too late.

“Harry!” cried Nagini from above.

“Transform!”

“What?”

“WolfWings!!” called James. WolfWings... In an instant, Harry turned into the ebony-and-gold phoenix.

‘Since when were you an Animagus?” sneered Voldemort.

“Since I came to Nome, Voldey.” Voldemort lunged, Harry dodged. His heart beaten fast and his blood flowed with adrenaline. Voldemort sprung yet again, his mouth filling with black-and-yellow tail feathers, but still no flesh in his jaws, no blood running over his teeth.

“Hah!” laughed Harry, staying for a second too long. Voldemort struck, this time enclosing around the golden throat. The ivory fangs swept into the tender flesh, venom entering the veins, warm blood running over the sharp fangs. Voldemort’s scarlet eyes flashed in triumph as he strengthened his grip. Harry’s pain was all consuming, his forehead aching as he felt his life draining. Suddenly Voldemort screamed in pain and spat out Harry. For in that second had Harry burst into flames. With a shriek, he was covered in soft ashes. Harry forced his bald, bird’s baby head through, giving a feeble croak.

“Of course! Phoenixes burst into flames,” he cried. Voldemort was rubbing his scorched muzzle against the permafrost. The blood-colored eyes turned onto Harry the baby bird. “Ahh, wee little Potter. Well this is familiar, isn’t it? Only this time, no Lily to die for you!”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK!” Charms’ white, smooth head forced itself forward. “Lily IS here!” Voldemort struck again in the blink of an eye. His sharp fangs began crushing Harry’s fragile body.

Lily grabbed his tail with her teeth, making him let go. Voldemort lunged at her eyes. Nagini came down and grabbed the baby Harry. Turning, she started up. Voldemort changed in mid strike, his teeth tearing her throat into ribbons.

Nagini shot forward like a whip, twisting up long tunnel. She finally burst out, where James was waiting. He struck Voldemort hard as he snatched up the chick that had fallen from Nagini’s gasping mouth. Voldemort rose, snarled, and with a small pop, disapperated.

“I-I thought he couldn’t go back,” croaked Harry when Fawkes flew over head, dropping a herb. Harry ate, and in an instant, he was a full-grown phoenix.

“He couldn’t,” sighed Dumbledore.

“But as a snake he could. It is time to go back.”

“But the pack...”

“Has done their job. Come and see.” There was not a Death Eater standing. They were laying down, clutching injured legs or arms.

“That was FUN!!” laughed Buck.

“Yeah! I’d like to see them kill now!” cheered Togo.

Fawkes was healing Nagini with his tears. “Look up,” he whispered. Nagini lifted her head. There was a huge coal-black snake with emerald eyes. She tasted the stranger’s scent with her forked tongue. The stranger was a he...

“Nagini, this is Nag. He lived in Lake Erie, a huge lake in Pennsylvania, for all of his life and I told him about you...” explained Fawkes.

“And I am quite interesting in filling the Mr. Nagini position. Would you like that?” asked the American Nag. She nodded.

******CHAPTER 10: RETURN TO HOGWARTS******

“Thank you for helping us,” said Fawkes. “You have helped Hogwarts a great deal.”

‘It’s nothing,” assured Balto. The youngsters had returned, wearing musher hats and looking as though they had had the time of their lives. The fighters stood, with the Ministry, Order of the Phoenix, the Weasleys, the animals, the captured Death Eaters and youngsters ready to go.

“And thanks for bein’ our war horses,” said Hagrid to the caribou. “Fore the best ride I’ve ever had.”

“Oof, don’t mention it,” said Tyonek, rubbing his back with his antlers.

“Well, come on, my tribe.” Tyonek and the other caribou slunk off.

“Just remember, if that Moldemort fellow” started Kemo and Balto.

“VVVV-oldemort!” corrected Fawkes.

“Right. If he gives you trouble, call us.” They cheered.

“The others won’t believe me when I say about the new Animagus or how I captured them!” grumbled Fudge.

‘Oh, I would doubt that,” grinned Raven. He leapt on Akita’s back and took something from his antlers. It was a video/DVD camera. “All filmed for future reference,” said Raven.

“Muggles do make good inventions,” smiled Dumbledore.

“WE WILL GET OUT!!” threatened Lucius.

“Then,” said Dumbledore simply. “We’ll get these wolves to track you down.” Joker and Niju snarled.

“I hope you do call us,” said MicroWing.

“Don’t worry,” said Harrydarkly.

“The War isn’t over.” And with a flash of light, the British were gone, leaving the Americans in alone in their native countries.

THE END!!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: YES, THIS IS A BALTO/ HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER, AND IT’S THE FIRST OF IT’S KIND FOR ME. AND THIS IS ALSO, TO THE EXTENT OF MY KNOWLEDGE IT IS THE FIRST TIME BALTO AND HARRY POTTER HAVE MEET. MY STORY TAKES PLACE IN THE SUMMER OF WHICH THE FIFTH HARRY POTTER BOOK: “HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX,” ENDS. THAT IS NOT TO SAY I THINK THIS IS WHAT THE SIXTH BOOK WILL BE ABOUT. I HAVE ALSO EXTENDED BALTO'S DEATH FOR ELEVEN YEARS, SO THAT I MAY WRITE MORE FANFICS ABOUT HIM. IT HAS BEEN A LOT OF FUN MAKING THIS STORY AND GIVING THE ANIMALS VOICES. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS READING THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT. - EBONY PATRIOT