Anise nodded. They took the knives to the counter, and they dug out all the money they had and counted it out. It was enough, but just exactly. It would not give them a cent more to use in Honeydukes. They looked at each other for just a moment, and then they nodded at each other. This was more important. This was for family. They didn't need candy. Besides, Angus could make candy if they really wanted it. They paid for the knives and once they were paid for, they were pleased with their purchases.
"I think they're gonna like 'em," Ginger said.
"I think so too," Anise grinned. "Okay, so we're off to Honeydukes now?"
"Do you mind?" Angus asked. "I'm sure Simone won't be far, and Edward's here someplace. I could take her, but the forbidden forest really isn't the best place to take a baby."
"Let's hurry," Marcus said. "He wouldn't send for you if it wasnt important."
They apparated out and landed on the road at the edge of the forest. They walked in, just the two of them, and they made their way to the clearing where they had always found Fenrir.
And he was there, waiting for them. He looked like he had been in one hell of a brawl, covered with cuts and bruises, with patches of ripped out hair, and some broken fingernails. That meant some broken claws too. His clothes were shredded and bloodstained. And on the ground was clearly a body wrapped in a plastic tarp. Beside him stood Anise's and Ginger's father. He looked even worse than Fenrir did.
"We were attacked before dawn by James' pack. Some of us hadn't changed back yet," Fenrir said. "Some of the pack were asleep. We took some heavy damage. A lot of injuries. And because not all of us were transformed, we were outnumbered by the numbers he had of transformed..."
"She's dead," Anise's and Ginger's father said, his voice numb, clearly in shock. "I couldn't protect her. I was too late...."
"We freed her from James, but her injuries were too severe," Fenrir said. "Phoebe is dead. He asked me to send for you."
"I...do not want her to be buried in this place, where she fell. She deserves to be buried with her kind. Do you have a place, any place, where the girls would be able to visit her later? Could you...take her...please? For them?"
"Absolutely," Angus said quickly. "Of course."
"Thank you," he said. "And...something else." He looked at Fenrir, "I can't. Would you..." He handed something to Fenrir, and Fenrir walked over to Angus.
"He is asking one more thing of you," Fenrir said. "He does not feel he can parent the girls by himself. They spent most of their time with Phoebe. He asks that you assume guardianship of the girls til they reach adult age. He apologizes, but we could not remember your female's name. We presume you can remedy this. Lupin can fix it for you, perhaps. If not, he will sign whatever you like." Angus opened the papers. It gave him guardianship of Anise and Ginger. It hit Angus like bricks. Phoebe had been murdered by James, and her husband was surrendering the girls to him.
"Please," the man said. and he broke down into heaving sobs. Angus's heart, already heavy from Ruby, was heavier now too. He walked over to the man, and hesitantly reached out, wrapped him close to him with his one good arm, and let the girls' father sob in his shoulder. Fenrir wasn't capable of this sort of compassion, not like what was needed in this moment.
"Let me help you and your pack," Angus told them quietly. "How many are hurt?"
"Many," Fenrir said. "Some will not survive."
"I can help. I'm summoning help," Angus said
Angus reached up and hit the alarm on his doubloon, paging Jack and Robert both.