"We'll take them," Robert said. "Jack, you and Steven and Kate keep the house safe. The rest of us will be gone for just a few moments, then. Edward, your portkey, please?"
"With pleasure," Edward said, glad to be rid of the evil werewolves. Edward didn't have issue with Jack. He did however, have issue w/ Greybacks.
"Hey," Robert called to Khaat, not wanting to call Remus by name, "Grab hold, you dolt." Robert saw just a trace of a smile as he felt Khaat's free hand wrap around his wrist tightly. Their wands kept the werewolves in tow. Edward apparated them out and to the gates of the very grim and hopeless looking ancient prison.
"Donohue? That cannot possibly be you!" A guard recognized him.
"It is. Open the damned gate unless you want this lot to bleed out and have just a pile of corpses on your hands."
"If it werent that the dead ones are more work than the live ones, I'd let them bleed if it were up to me," Edward's friend said. "We'll get them from here. Just leave 'em. We expected more coming, but I didn't think it''d be you."
"Ah, well, family business," Edward said.
"Shall we expect more?"
"Perhaps," Edward replied as aurors moved in to take the wounded and bound werewolves. "We must go. We have no time to stay."
"As usual. Some things never change," The auror shrugged.
"We can return," Edward told them.
"One moment," the voice beside Robert said once more. The wand flicked and an indelible script L appeared on the back of Fenrir's wand hand. "The next time you think about returning for my family, take a look at this and let it remind you."
"Nice touch," Robert said. "Lets go back." Robert and Edward took Khaat's hands and ported back.
"Let me guess. Your brother?" Edward asked.
"Yes," Robert said.
"You do have to explain how she does that," Edward laughed.
"Over a firewhiskey, then?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Edward said, as the three returned to the house.