Angus's portkey took them to the road that ran between the outskirts of Hogsmeade and the Forbidden Forest, not far from Hogwarts. Marcus and Michael looked around, trying to get their bearings. Turning around, Michael could see the towers of the castle rising up in the distance.
"Alright," he shrugged. "Back to the creepy forest, but why are we here?" And as he spoke, it dawned on Marcus what Angus was thinking.
"You think she's going to go after the boys next, don't you?" Marcus said.
"If she hasn't already, yes," Angus said. "She has never gotten past my taking the boys from her, so yes, I'm sure she'll go after them, and if I were her, I would not be trying to take them out the front door. I'd be taking them out through the woods."
"So, what's your plan?" Michael asked, knowing how bloody big the forest was.
"If there is anything moving in that woods, Fenrir will know," Angus said. "I mean to ask him what he knows."
"You're just going to walk up to him and expect an answer?" Michael asked. "You could do that if we had Edward with us, but can you do it without him and without a gift?"
"We're about to find out," Angus said, starting to walk into the woods. Marcus and Michael walked with him, hoping Fenrir was in the mood for talking. Angus really did not want to be eaten by Fenrir tonight. They walked quite awhile in the dark, and then, as they came through the trees into a small clearing, they came face to face with Fenrir. He had a deer carcass slung over his shoulder. Clearly, he'd been hunting and was going to take the spoils to his pack.
"Well, well," Fenrir said, "if it isn't Donohue's boy. The slayer isn't with you tonight, so what's the occasion?"
"I see you've had some successful hunting," Angus said. "I'm on a bit of a hunt myself. I'm looking for a dark witch. This one is different. She's not right...." Fenrir laughed coldly.
"None of 'em are right, Boy. They're all crazy," Fenrir replied. "What do you want with this one?"
"I think she's either got my boys or she's about to try to get them. I think she may have a werewolf with her."
"Oh. Her," Fenrir said. "Yeah, I've seen her."
"Blonde woman, approximately in her 60's...."
"Nah," Fenrir shook his head. "You've got your facts all buggared, Junior. She was with the witch, but the blonde is just the money. She isn't anything. She isn't even too bright, that one, and she's not the one you need to be careful of. The witch is the dangerous one. She's an old crone, with salt and pepper hair. She's smart and she's got a hair trigger temper, that one. Everything sets her off, and when she strikes, she's almost always deadly. She has no conscience. Everyone is disposable to her and a tool to be used for her gain. When she gets done exploiting the blonde for the cash, she'll most likely kill her for the sport of it. What do you want her for?"
"Two things," Angus said. "She used a werewolf for her own gain. Branded him like a steer and then set him up to be a distraction, knowing Edward would absolutely have to take him out."
"I heard something about that. She likes to do that. She is certainly not my friend, so I'm not sure why you've come to see me."
"It's the next piece that interests me more. She's planning on taking my boys from the school."
"Older boys? Blonde? She has them already," Fenrir said. "Saw them not an hour ago. That way." He pointed off to the east.
"I'll kill her," Angus muttered before he thought.
"Mind your steps," Fenrir said. "She's extremely powerful, probably the most powerful witch I've seen in decades. You underestimate her, and it will cost you your life."
"Well, from the blonde, I just want my sons. I need to confront the witch because she's put some sort of a curse on a werewolf that is family to me..." At that, Fenrir burst into laughter.
"Donohue has a werewolf in the family? That's rich," Fenrir was highly amused.
"By marriage," Angus said. "For all practical purposes, my brother in law, but yes. It's important to me."
"What'd she do to him?"
"Some sort of spell that makes his transformations unpredictable, causes him a fever, and now he's in some sort of semi conscious state."
"Bizarre as it sounds, you need to get another vial of the potion she gave to him," Fenrir said. "Get Lupin to transform it into a burning dust. He'll know what to do with it from there. Essentially, the same potion that cursed him is also the antidote for it in the right hands. I expect she'll have it with her because she can use it to create servants for her rather quickly when they go to her wanting cured. She promises to give them the cure and then never delivers. Good luck. You're going to need it."