((omgizzle! *hugs wolf* I thought you quit the rp...))

Silvie awaited in the common room... where was Draco and Dark?  They had to have her manual... Andros would be with the other werewolves by now.  She paced uneasily, shaking her wand loosly and lighting the large hearth.  It enlighted the room with the soft flicker of fire... her dark green eyes stared at the aray of oranges and reds and she inhaled deeply, it was getting late...

Draco crept about the 7th year's dormetrys.  He came to the large fireplace that stood in the center of the room... Thats it!  "The heart of Slytherin..." he whispered lowly, making a dash for the fireplace and feeling atop it for any loose stones that could conceal a book of some sort.  Creak creak... Draco whipped around..."I dont know, some first years are ridiculous..." oh no... the voice of one of the oldest seventh years.  Draco bit his lip and panicked, diving into the loose ashes and gripping the sides of the old hearth... he gripped, and clambered up the column...soot getting locked in his blonde locks...he narrowed his eyes to avoid ash in falling into his face.  He listened to the footsteps inch closer, his breathing quickened and he used his feet and arms to keep himself from falling back down.  He felt around, looking up... a stone... was sticking out.  "What...?" he whispered lowly, a light echo going through the closed in space.  He held his breath, letting out a slow breath as the older years didnt take notice.  He climbed farther up, at least 30 feet from the floor.  He reached up carefully and dislodged the stone... he glanced inside, seeing a dark hole, where he could not determin where it ended.  He swallowed, "Dam it silvie...you owe me." he closed his eyes and reached in...trying to ignore his fear, he trembled madly, he gripped something cold and leathery.  He swallowed and pulled it out... a book, no larger then 100 pages.  He gripped the book with one hand, keeping his balance with the other... he flipped it open, the book was hollow... a torn page?  Draco cocked his head, as the footsteps of the older years died away... he closed the book and tucked it into his robes... he slipped down the fireplace carefully, peeking out... yes... they were gone.  He dashed for the door, slipping out unoticed, he didnt stop running until he came to the second year's dorm..."Dark, I got it." he whispered, dashing to the common room.

Silvie looked up as Draco approached, she came foward, "Oh Draco, You're a mess." she cooed, withdrawing a hankerchef and dabbing the ash from his cheeks.  She patted his robes, beating out the soot and readjusting his hair.  Draco beamed, reaching into his robes and withdrawing the book..."Is this it?  In the fireplace of the seventh years dormetry." he reported in a low whisper.  The look on Silvie's face was unrepeatable... it was amazing, and it was worth everything.  "Thank you, Draco!" silvie screeched, embracing her friend..."Details." she commanded, dragging him to the far corner.  Draco reported everything that had occured, Silvie's face brightening with every word... Draco stood up, "I need a shower...please be careful." he begged, a worried look on his face.  silvie nodded, "Of course." she said, kissing his cheek gently.  draco nodded and went in the direction of the boy's dormetrys.

Silvie held the book close to her, pulling the parchment from her pocket... all the ingrediants, now to aquire it... but that would break some rules.

((okay... I'll make her one now.))

~time skip~

"Finally!" Silvie screeched at the top of her lungs in Snape's empty storage closet... In her hands she held the vial that would change her life forever... she slipped out of the potions closet... hoping Severous would blame it on the Potter kid.  She darted to the door, the potion concealed in her robes.  Silvie flew out the front doors of the castle, making her way across the grounds... her long locks soaring behind her, she ran into the forest, hiding behind a large trunk a few meters in.  She took out the vial, and swallowed...nervousness creeping into her face.  She swallowed... one misfortune or mistake in this potion...and her life will end.  She swallowed and opened the cap, it smoked a dark green.

She clenched her eyes shut and stuck the vial into her mouth, the hot liquid dripping down her throat.  Her breaths begin to shorten into low gasps... she trembled and collapsed to the ground, her body erupting into many quirks and spazzams.  She wanted the scream, btu couldnt... her blood boiled under her skin and her eyes blinked rapidly.  After thrashing for several moments...she went still...  she felt as if she was drowing and there was no where to come up for air.  Her vision blurred and went dark.  After several seconds that seemed like hours, a force yanked her back into life.  Her heart beat rapidly and she engulfed a mouthful of air.  She sat jumped to her feet, and stumbled, her mind was spinning... but she felt empowered... she took a breath, she closed her eyes... a white ghost like creature came into her thoughts...  It cocked its head, and let out a light bark... bowing its head low to the ground...  silvie smiled, and felt her limbs elongate into large, and powerful paws... her nose lengthen into a muzzle... fur engulfing her human like flesh.  When she reopened her eyes she felt strong, she dashed through the wood, stopping at a pool of water.  She gazed at herself... she resembled a fox, but was much larger... about the size of a wolf.  Her pelt was shades of silvers and black... she looked quite lovely.  Her dark green eyes pierced through the water... her heart rate sped up...she had done it....she was an animagus.

Andros watched in stunned horror as the 6 werewolves bowed their heads and joined hands. As one, Brayan seeming to be the center, they began to transform. It was horrific to watch, yet utterly fascinating. When it was over, 6 werewolves stood in the field. The leader was a pale gray werewolf. The two males were an ashy blonde and a darker gray. The female was a sandy red. Brayan was the same as Andros, if not slightly taller. Only Brayan and Andros were taller than the other werewolves. On instinct, the leader of the council growled and threatened Andros to back down. Without realizing it, Andros had taken on the poisiton of alpha, his tail raised slightly and his body held aloft. Andros growled back. No. The leader growled, but the female tapped him gently. Remember, Alpha. We are here to test strength. Not rank. She growled. Although she had an uneasy look in her eyes.  Erund nodded, although a bit reluctantly. Thus, the test's began.

They formed in a line in front of Andros. Erun began to speak in wolfen. First, I will attack you. The ob
ject is to pin down your oppenent. In the meantime, try and avoid the attacks from the sides. Clearly, Erund was enjoying this. Andros waited nervoulsy as the group fanned out. Andros reconized it. They had surround their prey. Erund attacked first. He lunged, going straight for Andros's throat. Suddenly, Andro's mind switched off. He swerved out of the way, but raked his claws through the air, raking his talons down Erund's side. Erund skittered away and Andros sensed danger. He ducked and dodged as the blonde male and female attacked him from both sides. he skittered backwards and roared at them. Power ematted from every fur on his body. He felt alive. He ran at the blonde male, taking him by surprise. He managed to pick him up by his neck and throw him to the side. The blonde male dropped on all fours and stood, frozen to the spot. He had been stunned in the back of his head when Andros whipped his hand as he flung him. The female circled him warily. He roared and lunged. She react by ducking. But it had been a fake. He swung in midair and caught the back of her spine, sneding her flying. She landed and lay still, knocked out. The other male, the one with the dark gray pelt, was wiser than the others. He circled Andros, *censored*essing him. Before he could react, Erund tackled him from the side. Without thinking, Andros lifted his feet and kicked Erund flying. He watched as Erund soared through the air and landed jaggedly on all fours. The wound from before began to bleed. Andros was *censored*ulted by the dark gray male known as Sunder had leaped and landed on his back. He felt teeth bite into his shoulder. But that was it. A force knocked the wolf off his back. He turned and watched as Sunder writhed on the ground, bound by an invisble rope. Andros ignored him and turned to the last standing Werewolf. Brayan stared at him. He had been by the sidelines, watching the whole time. Now, he stepped forward. Andros growled. Brayan responded by blinking calmly. The two began to circle, never letting their eyes stray away. The other werewolves regrouped and stood off to the side, watching the two werewolves. It was the last battle. 

Brayan and Andros leaped at the same time and the fight began. It was like poetry in motion. With each kick and punch, the other ducked and responded by repeating the move and adding a new touch. They mirrored one another, never landing a blow on the other. Andros lunged, intending to place his teeth on Brayan's forarm. But Brayan dodged and he lashed out with his talons. Andros ducked and swiped his leg out, intending to kick Brayan's feet out from under him. He failed as Brayan jumped and lashed out with his foot, intending to hit Andros's head. Andros swerved around it and he lunged again, his teeth aming for Brayan's neck. Brayan dodged and tried to delive and upper cut to Andros's stomach. Andros rolled and dodged easily, lashing back out. This continued, the figh never ceasing and a blow never landing. It was, in fact, a dance the two twins had performed so many times when they were younger. Getting into small tussels and learning each other from top to bottom. Neither had ever won, and it had always been a draw. But this fight was to end differently. Andros and Brayan were tiring fast. Sweat gleamed on their black pelts and their moves became slightly less powerful. But each stroke was delivered just as deadly as the first one. It was time to end to game. Andros lashed out and Brayan, caught unexpected, was forced to lash out as well. Their paws clashed and the two locked hands, staring each other down, mouths lifted in silent snarls. Throughout the fight, not a sound had been made. Not a blow had been received. Their heads werre close. Suddenly, Andros leaned forward and bumped his head into Brayan's. The two froze. A bead of blood rolled down their foreheads and dripped to the ground. Andros stared sadly at the ground, the blood sinking into the dirty earth. 

You had forgotten brother... Andros sighed, his voice merely words in the wind. Brayan stared at Andros, eyes wide, the blood streaming down his forehead.  No..... I never forgot you.... Brother. Brayan whispered back. Andros looked up and smiled sadly. The blood streamed down his face. The two twins gazed at each other, savoring that moment. Two twins mirrored. Their blood mizing in the dirt below their feet and their paws still locked. But the fight was over. It was now just a reuniting of twins that should never have parted. The werewolves and Cail watched on the side, awed by the fight and the sheer raw power that ematted from the two brothers as they stood, mirroring the other.

Erund turned just in time to see the wolf with the unnatural markings turn into a human. He dropped to all fours, as did the others, and suantered towards her, his lips raised an a growl vibrating through his chest. Brayan and Andros withdrew, but kept close enough that their arms touched. They turned and surveyed the scene curiously. The pack council was advancing towards a human girl. Andros squinted and his sharp eyes picked up the smallest of details. His heart froze in his chest.Without thinking, he dropped to all fours and raced towards the others. He barreled chest first into Erund, rolling for a few seconds, before stopping on top of him and pinning him to the floor. Theforest floor shook with his growls as they ripped jaggedly from his chest. Blind rage surged through him, tinting his vision red. Everyone was too stunned to move. It was Brayan who reacted first. he cautiously came near Andros and whimpered. Andros didn't move and didn't stop growling. Erund stared, jagged and raw fear upon his face, pinned beneath Andros. This time, Brayan gave a little bark. Andros snapped at him. Brayan stood ujp on his hind legs and growled at Andros. Calm down brother. He snapped. Andros rose to full height, his feral instincts taking voe rhis human self. I am alpha! She is my mate! He roared. And with the words, he froze. His jaw dropped open and he his arms went limp at his sides, Erund scurried over to the cowering council members and watched the two purebreds with awe and fear. The power ematting from Andros left no question that he was alpha. Brayan was beta, their powers almost equal. Brayan watched his brother curiously. He glanced at Silvie, then back at Andros. Mate? He snarled, curious. Andros shook his head, as if trying to dislodge something. N-..... But he couldn't say it. Every cell in his body had reacted violently when he had seen Silvie treated as an omega by the council. Every thought in his head screamed that if they were to touch her, it was certain death. What was going on? He clawed at his head and dropped to his knees, letting out tiny whimpers. His brother advanced and gently took his brother's shoulder in his paw. It's alright brother. He crooned, his voice a wolf purr. He gazed with sorrow down at his brother. The past 8 years since he had been kidnapped had done his brother no good. Even now he could see the shadow of the beast within his brother, so close to the surface.

Erund desperatly wanted to pin her to the ground and proze how frail her human body really was, but the sight of Andros, the rage and confusion crashing over him, quickly banished those thoughts. Something was wrong. Brayan was watching Andros with a cautious, almost wary look. It was then that Erund realized it. He barked at the others and slowly they moved backward at a safe distance from the two. Brayan glanced at the human, his hands till on his brother's shoulder. He growled slightly.

Leave this place. Before it becomes too dangerous human. Whatever you are to him, it means something. Your prescence here means he will loose himself. Leave. 

He thought, sending a little magic wave towards her that carried the words. He utnred back to his brother and noted how his eyes were tiny dots in a field of white. His face saddended and his grip tightened slightly on his brother's shoulder. Don't loose yourself Andros.... He whispered.