HARRY POTTER WLoF REWRITE PART 2 CHAP 15

Moria stood in front of the door of the hospital room in shock as she stared at the woman. She withheld a groan as she finally figured out why her higher-ups had been smirking. Walburga Black now sat there in the room again. "Of fucking course." She thought to herself dryly. They would do this. They had been angry at her ever since she had gotten into an argument with them over staying with Sirius when he had been injured. Giving her meaningless jobs ever since then.

Now it seemed that their payback had gone a step further.

"Mrs. Black." Moria called out in a neutral tone. The look she received made it obvious that, once again, Walburga didn't recognize her. Still she kept her guard up. "Healer Prescott. Now you came in complaining about stomach pains, correct?

A mumble was heard, and she took it as a yes. She began to list out some procedures and other items that she would need to do. But it seemed Walburga had not heard a word.

"Sirius Orion Black!" She hissed out suddenly and Moria jumped, turning to look at the door, half expecting to see her boyfriend standing there. But he wasn't. The door was closed. She looked back at the matriarch of the Black family confused. "How many times have I told you to stop fidgeting?!"

Oh great. She was a loon now. Moria nearly laughed, wondering what Sirius would have thought, sitting here right now.

"Oh when we get home, you are seeing your father. Maybe he'll finally be able to smack some sense in you. You keep at it, and you'll be getting the belt again."

Moria froze at that comment, staring at her in shock as the older woman continued to rant and rave at the invisible Sirius. She forced the growing lump down, as she continued the examination, keeping her temper in check. Finally the examination was over and Moria handed a slip of paper, which had the prescription on it.

"Take this to the other healer in charge of potions, and she'll give you a remedy." She explained. Oddly enough, Walburga was compliant. Apparently she still hadn't recognized Moria. Moria stared at the closing door, still stunned by what she had learned.

Sirius had never mentioned anything like that to her…but maybe it had only been empty threats. He would have told her if his parents had done something like that…wouldn't he?

"You didn't. Why would he?" A voice questioned in a patronizing tone. She swallowed roughly and quickly finished up with her notes before walking away.

---

Sirius perked up when he heard the door open and then close, going for his wand.

"Cool it dog-boy. It's me. Or do I need to remind you of the female dog last week that followed you all over the place trying to get you to hump her?" Moria commented. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Of all the memories you have to drag back up, it had to be that one."

"Hey, it was funny in my opinion." Moria remarked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, claiming her mouth with a kiss. He bit the bottom of her lip, eliciting a groan.

"Missed me?" She whispered in question, her voice breathy. He smiled against her mouth.

"Oh you have no idea. How was work?" He asked. She paused.

"…Met your mother again." She remarked. He frowned and looked at her, almost to see if she was hurt. "She didn't recognize me. I guess she's regressed mentally to the point where she hasn't met me yet. So she was just talking to herself."

"Oh joy." He remarked sarcastically. "What was she talking about?" He asked turning to get some food. She hesitated.

"Your mother was yelling at what she perceived to be you…and apparently you had angered her."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"…she said that you were going to be talking to your dad when you got home, and that she hoped that he would smack some sense into you…and that you might be getting the belt again." She continued, her voice soft. He stilled, his hand on an apple. "Did…did they ever actually do that to you? Hit you, I mean?" she finally asked, her voice wavering a bit as she observed him. He was quiet, and then sighed rubbing the back of his head. That was enough of an answer.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Because it was different than what happened to you."

"It was still abuse Sirius." She replied. "Just because I haven't gone through anything since I was eight doesn't mean I don't know what abuse is."

"I know that." He remarked, walking over to her and cupping her cheek. "I wasn't trying to deny that it wasn't. But I wasn't going to talk about what happened behind closed doors at my parents' house when, what I went through when I was twelve till I was sixteen, was nothing compared to the few years that you had to live with your uncle. Sure I got smacked around a bit." He added. "I didn't exactly help my situation when it came to avoiding punishments."

She was silent, observing him. "Still…"

"Moria." He interrupted, pulling her to him and settling her between his legs, himself leaning against the sofa. "I know. I'm over it alright. Honestly it didn't bother me back then…"

"Didn't bother you?"

"Because I knew that I was going to be going back to Hogwarts. Where I had people who cared about me. I had James, Remus. I had you." He added and watched as she blushed. "That was good enough for me. I knew I wasn't going to change for them."

"…can I ask you something?"

"Sure…" he remarked, though he had a feeling he knew what it was about. She bit her lower lip, hesitating.

"…They never…I mean…did they leave…scars?" She asked, her voice timid. He was quiet, debating on actually telling her the truth. It would hurt her most likely to know the real truth. But…sighing, he gently guided her hand to his hip, running it against a short area of raised skin. He watched her eyes widen slightly. He offered a ruthful smile.

"Dad got a bit too angry one time. Didn't even realize I was bleeding till later. Hey…" He soothed when he saw her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "It's alright. I'm fine. See? No harm done."

"…why didn't you ever tell me."

"As bad as it is going to sound…I forgot." He remarked. She gave him a dubious stare, rolling her eyes.

"Only you…" She remarked and he gave her a lopsided grin.

"What can I say, I forget anything about me when I'm with you."

"You're insufferable."

"You know it."

---

"Sirius wasn't too happy about not being able to come along."

Moria glanced over her shoulder, snapping out of her thoughts, but still remained righted on her broom. Wulfric was flying next to her as she offered a slight grin.

"Sirius is never exactly the happiest when he doesn't come along."

"He that protective over you?"

Moria held back a grin. There were multiple…multiple reasons that Sirius didn't enjoy not coming along. Half of them she probably couldn't tell her uncle. "Of course." She replied. Wulfric was silent, and once again the awkward quiet that had been prominent throughout the patrol. Currently they were over the Thetford Forest.

"Moria."

"Hm?" She asked, looking over to him again.

"…About your mother-"

A spell shot past Moria's head, missing it by mere inches. Moria and him swung around, pulling their wands out. There had to be at least four Deatheaters. Apparently they had been hidden for a little bit, but, upon realizing that the pair wasn't going to lead them anywhere, had decided it was time to cut down two enemies.

Moria veered to the right, two of the four splitting off to follow her. Wulfric threw several stun spells towards the Deatheaters, managing to hit one and coldly watching as the one fell off his broom plummeting downward. He darted forward, the other Deatheater following him as he angled towards the forest below. In his peripherals he saw that Moria was doing the exact opposite, shooting upwards into the sky, most likely to use it as a cloak. He finally reached where the treetops were, and began to weave between them. He could feel hexes and spells flying past him. Gritting his teeth he swung around and aimed.

"Stupefy!" He called out. It seemed luck was with him as the spell slammed right into the chest of the Deatheater, and watched as coolly as the last one as he fell. That one may have actually survived. He glanced over and saw Moria was returning over to him. "What happened to the two on your tail?"

"Ah, I just transfigured them." Moria remarked nonchalantly.

"You…what?"

Moria lifted up a jar, a mischievous grin on her face. In the jar, he observed, was a centipede and a spider. "James may have been one of the best male students in McGonagall's class, but I was the best girl in her class." She remarked, tossing him the jar. "So I made sure that they didn't escape."

"…remind me to never piss you off." He remarked. She grinned and opened her mouth as though she was about to say something. Then it was as though reality had slowed.

A fifth Deatheater appeared behind Moria several feet away. Wulfric made a motion to shove her out of the way, but he had been too slow; too unprepared. He could almost hear Moody yelling at him about constant vigilance in the back of his mind, something he normally would have done, but it was dwarfed as a green light shot out and slammed into Moria's back. Her smile disappeared, and her eyes widened in surprise before darkening and glazing over. She pitched forward, sliding off of the broom and plummeting to the ground.

Then reality sped up. He pitched down, reaching desperately for her limp arm, managing to grab her wand, but barely able to snatch her wrist. The sea of trees was getting closer and closer with each passing second. "Dammit!" He roared and pulled her up, just as he crashed into the first tree, the force causing him to pitch off of the broom. And so he continued to fall, Moria plummeted next to him. He barely had time to pull her to him and shield her before he landed onto the ground with a hard jolt, winding him. Moria was still limp, but he heard her take a shaky breath.

Despite the situation right then, he let out a grunt of relief. She hadn't been hit by the killing curse.

"Moria." He wheezed. "Come on kid." He shifted, sitting up, his gaze turning to the sky. There wasn't anyone in the air anymore…but that didn't entail that they were out of danger. "We have to get moving. No telling…" He trailed off as he shifted her and to his surprise she groaned in pain. He glanced down and saw that his front looked as though it had been dyed red. His gaze slowly traveled to her back and he felt his heart plummet.

It was stained red, growing larger with each second. "Moria…" he whispered, shifting her to where she was resting on her stomach. He hesitated. He should first get help…but with the amount of blood she was losing, there wasn't any guarantee that anyone would arrive on time. And he knew next to nothing on healing charms. There was that one method…but it would undoubtedly leave a scar.

"A scar or her life…which is it?" A voice asked and he bit his lip. Silently, begging for forgiveness he shifted her shirt up and froze, staring at her back, the scars that were already etched across her skin. How had those come to be there? Who had put them there? What-

He shook his head to clear it. He would deal with those questions later. Instead he focused on the bleeding wound that ran down her lower spine. Blood was slowly sliding down it, dripping onto the ground. He bit his lower lip.

"Forgive me." He whispered, pointing his wand at her back.

"Incendio."

---

"What's up with you?" James asked as he and Sirius walked around the Potter home, trying to calm Harry who had just awoken from a nap crying. Lily was currently busy at the Order's headquarters. Sirius shrugged.

"Just worried about Moria, I guess."

"I really think you're overreacting." James remarked. "I doubt Wulfric would let anyone kill her. And she can take care of herself."

"I don't really like thinking that Wulfric is with her." Sirius retorted. "He honestly has been on my nerves ever since we met him."

"That's just because of Moria and his connection and you're still bitter about that…which in hindsight doesn't really make a lot of sense." James replied. "It really should be Moria who's bitter about the whole thing. Yet she's willing to forgive him. Why aren't you?"

"You didn't see her when she found out. It was like someone had pulled out her heart and stomped on it." Sirius remarked. "And they disowned her mother for the stupidest reason."

"Coming from the bloke who got disowned by his parents."

"Hey, I got disowned for having different beliefs than my parents. They disowned her because they didn't agree with her career choice."

"Honestly Padfoot, I think you're thinking too much about this." James remarked. "If Moria is willing to put some trust in the Ellesmere's, you should as well."

Sirius opened his mouth to make a reply, but was stopped when they heard the popping sound of someone apparating in, and then hurried footsteps. Sirius's hand went to his wand, but Lily ran into the room. Her face was pale, her green eyes wide.

"What? What is it?" James asked.

"Moria and Wulfric were attacked on patrol." She remarked. "Moria's injured and-"

The rest of Lily's explanation died out as Sirius stared at her with a fathomless expression, the dull roar suddenly growing to where it was virtually impossible to hear anything.

---

She was slow to awaken, and dully she opened her eyes, blinking. She was staring at sky filled with pine trees…wait that didn't make sense. She blinked again and realized that she was staring upwards, the pine trees bare due to the beginnings of winter.

"Can you move your legs and arms?"

She turned her head slightly to see Wulfric sitting there, a wand in both hands. He wasn't wearing his jacket she noticed.

"Pardon?"

"Your arms and legs…can you move them?" He asked. She shifted each limb slightly, and watched as his face shifted to that of a relieved one.

"Thank God…" He murmured. "That means there wasn't any damage to your spine. Whatever spell that you were hit with…it looked as though someone had ripped out a chunk of your skin…and I couldn't think of any other way to stop the bleeding, and-"

"Wulfric…you're rambling." She interrupted.

"I had to castrate the bleeding." He finally explained. "So I burned it closed. It's a bit barbaric…and the method left a scar."

"…I'll manage with it." She remarked with a slight grin as she glanced down and saw her midsection covered in his coat. "I have enough scars on there, one more won't matter. Though it looks like I owe you a coat."

"It'll be fine. It was an old one." He replied off-handedly. It was a lie. That one was nearly brand new, but it was a price to pay to keep her safe from infection. "I sent out a patronus a little while ago. It should have arrived at the Headquarters by now, but we should probably get moving."

"Sirius is going to kill me." She added softly as he helped her up, and she winced as pain traveled up her spine.

"Why?"

"Because I got hurt…again." She remarked. He offered a slight snort as he picked her up, causing her to blush.

"I can-"

"I don't want you tearing your wound open." He replied as he pulled her on his back. "I'll live." She offered a glare as a retort, but gave no verbal response. So he continued walking, her on his back, in silence.

"…How'd you get the other scars?"

She was startled out her silence. Wulfric was silent, waiting for answer and Moria bit her lip.

"You met my uncle Malcolm…" She murmured. He stilled for a second.

"He gave those to you?"

"…when I was younger." She replied. "That's why Sirius and my friends were so protective over me when it comes to him."

"…why?"

"Because I existed." Moria responded. She felt Wulfric stiffen. "Don't worry about it. It's the past."

"We should have been there." Wulfric remarked softly. She was silent.

"What was my mother like…when she was younger?" She asked, trying to change the topic. He offered a smile.

"She was…well…a wild child. Never let the rules hold her down." He explained. "She was always hanging in some tree rather than taking the time to learn proper tea etiquette. Never afraid to speak her mind." She laughed at that description.

"That sounds like her."

"How did she meet your father?"

"Oh that's a long story…" She began but stopped when they heard the sound of tree branches snapping, and then frantic calling.

"Moria! Moria!"

"Sirius…" Moria breathed. Wulfric smiled slightly before letting her down, her leaning heavily on him. The footsteps grew louder and within seconds they were surrounded by Order members. Sirius was pale, making his grey eyes stand out even more. Moria offered a pained smile as he hurried over.

"Aren't we supposed to ask questions, dogboy?" She whispered as he pulled her to him.

"You hate waffles, but you'll force them down if we're in front of other people." He whispered and she let out a laugh, before wincing and gripping her back. He looked at her concerned, then at Wulfric.

"She got hit by some sort of cutting curse…and I had to close the wound."

"You…what?!" Sirius growled out, his face contorting in anger. Her grip tightened on his sleeve, stopping him.

"Sirius, it's okay." She whispered. "He saved my life."

"I suggest she goes to Mungo's though." Wulfric added. "I don't know how well it closed."

Sirius was silent, looking at Wulfric as he tangled his hand into Moria's hair, pulling her close, kissing her temple and nodded. She closed her eyes, and allowed the darkness to spread. She was safe right then. That was all that mattered.

---

Harry and Neville were currently gurgling happily as they attempted to crawl after Moria who was in her fox form. She paused allowing them to catch up, going to move again as they neared. Harry however got to her and managed to snag her tail, causing her to pause and look over at him. He gurgled happily as she watched him before he gave her tail a tug, causing her to yelp and gain the attention of Lily and Alice.

"Harry…what did I say about yanking Aunt Moria's tail?" Lily asked picking up Harry, who babbled incoherently at his mother. "You okay Moria?" she asked as Moria transformed back into a human, rubbing her ponytail and nodded.

"Kid's got quite a grip."

"I know. He enjoys grabbing James's glasses all the time."

"I think you have a Seeker in the making, Lily." Moria joked and Lily groaned.

"James has been saying the exact same thing for over a week now." She said.

"Hey, you have a husband, his best friend, and one of your best friends who were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. What were you expecting?" Moria asked, jokingly.

"Har har." Lily said with a small teasing smile on her face. "Why don't you and Sirius focus on making your own kid to train into a Quidditch member?" She asked and saw Moria's face turn red.

"If I let him have his way…I'll be having my own team." She grumbled and both Lily and Alice laughed.

"Seriously? How many kids is that?"

"Seven, not counting stand in's." Moria sighed with a slight smile on her face.

"Wait…do you want seven kids?" Alice asked, incredulous.

"Hm? I don't know. Probably not. Sort of hard to plan for kids when you aren't even married yet." Moria said with a shrug.

"Well that git better marry you soon, or he's going to be having a conversation with us." Lily warned.

"Nothing screams 'you better marry her' like two best friends staring him down." Alice concluded and Moria laughed.

"Yeah…well…we better see how the war is going…you know how one track Sirius gets."

"You're still not bitter about not going on missions lately, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that considering you passed out and gave nearly gave Sirius and everyone a heart attack, not going on missions is a good thing."

"But it's boring." She complained. Lily and Alice rolled her eyes.

"I wonder about you. So much."

"Aw, thank you Lily." She teased with a smile and watched as the two grinned before picking up their sons. Once again a twinge of loneliness plagued her, but she kept smiling.

It was the least she could do.

---

Moria was humming softly to herself, making a small meal. Once again she was eating by herself. Another mission…another night by herself. It was getting to become annoying on how many missions took Sirius away for several days. In all honesty she should be there. The phantom twinge that shot through her back was enough of a reminder that she was in no shape to do so.

She could still remember waking back up to Sirius's blood drained face in Mungo's with virtually no memory of how she got here. The back wound had been bad enough and Wulfric's healing hadn't exactly helped, but it had stopped her from bleeding out, so she was grateful for that, even if Sirius had refused to talk to Wulfric since then. Still the missions felt awful when she was one of the ones waiting on the sidelines. It seemed like every mission it was getting worse.

"It's going to get bad before it gets better." She reminded herself, but it still didn't make her feel any better. She sighed and began to munch on the bowl of cereal she had made. She hadn't eaten more than two spoonful's when the sound of the door opening had her going on the defensive. She withdrew her wand and aimed it at the foyer. Sirius barely managed to stop before nearly walking into a hex.

"Bloody hell Moria! It's me!" he said lifting his hands up in surrender. She however, didn't lower her wand.

"What was the first thing that 'Sirius' said to me when he saw my animagus form?" She asked. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I commented on how short you were in comparison to my form, to which you got extremely annoyed and I called you cute. Do I have to go farther, because after that involved the bed." He asked, wiggling his eyebrows with a grin plastered on his face.

"How did you find out about me being a said animagus?"

"You four were being idiots and discussing the fact that you may have revealed to me that you were an animagus in front of an open door." She responded with a smirk.

"Ouch…such a mean vixen you are." He grumbled, walking into the kitchen as pocketed her wand and hugged him.

"Sorry."

"Babe, don't apologize. Considering I told you to do that." He said with a smile, kissing her temple. She smiled gently. "How's your back?"

"It's fine, Mum." She grumbled, watching as he pulled off his jacket, before he walked back over to her, pulling her close. "You came home early." She commented as he kissed the side of her neck.

"That I did. I missed you. Last time I saw you awake was…about two days ago." He commented and she closed her eyes as he kissed the crook of her neck.

"I-is it?" she stammered out, trying to keep her tone normal, but apparently he heard the slight stammer and he smirked, before flinching as he moved. She looked at him, her flushed expression mixing in with a look of concern.

"You're hurt."

"It's only a few bruises."

She stared at him for several seconds and then rolled her eyes, before grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the bedroom.

"I like where this is going." He teased. She rolled her eyes.

"Is your head always in the gutter?"

"When it involves you…" he trailed off as she let out a low laugh.

"As flattering as that is, I'm more going to try to get out the kinks that are currently in you."

"Kinks?" He asked as she turned.

"You've been limping since you got here."

"I told you. They're just bruises."

"I do happen to have experience with loosening stiff muscles." She remarked and then paused. "Granted most of the time that involved me…but you get the idea."

"Moria-"

"Just lie down, you idiot." She ordered. "On your stomach, preferably."

"Alright, alright. Geez. Bossy type, aren't you?"

"You love me anyways." She teased as he complied. He withheld a groan as his stomach hit the comforter. It felt like it had been years since he had touched a bed and not been resting on the ground or a tree.

"I'll start with your back."

"Just don't paralyze me."

"I am actually good at this, Sirius Black." She remarked in a teasing tone. He felt the bed dip slightly under her weight, almost careful so she wouldn't jar him. "In any case, tell me if I hurt you."

He was going to remark something teasing, but stopped with a sharp inhale as her hands started on his shoulders, gently over the bruises, more firmly over knotted muscles. She sighed softly as he made a low groan and glanced at him.

"You overdid it, didn't you?"

He only grunted, closing his eyes and letting his body reap the pleasure of her stroking hands. He felt a brush of the flannel pajama bottoms against his skin when she shifted. It shouldn't have been remotely sexy, and it shouldn't have turned him on…but it seemed that it did a rather unique effect on him. Drifting through his senses was her subtle scent…which was not helping him remain calm at all.

"Better?"

"No. You're killing me. Don't stop."

Her laugh was low and soft as she eased her hands lower, pressing competent finger low on his spine. "I'm trying to make you feel better, Sirius. You have to relax for me to do this right."

"You're doing just fine." He groaned as her hands moved lower, circling, kneading. Then her lips skimmed his neck, whisper soft.

"Aw…and here you were worried I was going to paralyze you." She teased, her breathing becoming labored. "Turn over." She whispered. "I'll do the rest."

Her lips were there to meet his when he shifted, and he claimed them, pulling her close to him. Everything else beforehand seemed to be forgotten as probed and touched, and before she could react, he had shoved her onto her back, trapping her in between his arms.

"Missed me?" he asked, his voice rough and strained and she narrowed her eyes, her expression stamped with triumph.

"What do you think?" she asked and he smirked, before kissing her soundly on the mouth. She moaned softly, pulling herself closer. "Correct that…I really missed you." She murmured and he chuckled.

"Well…I know where this is headed." She murmured.

"Is that a complaint?"

"No…just an observation." She murmured as he kissed her collarbone.

"Good, because Merlin I've missed you. It's been what? Nearly two weeks?"

"Three." She gasped out. "Three weeks." She managed to say and he let out an animalistic growl.

"That's been way too long for me." He growled out causing her to shudder slightly. He fastened his mouth hungrily on hers, rediscovering the curves of her body that he had missed for three weeks.

"You missed me that much?" She joked in a strained voice as he pulled her pants down and off. He chuckled, though it sounded rough. He pulled at her shirt and waited long enough for her to pull it off, before kissing her again. She made a soft whining sound, arching upwards to be close to him.

"Oh you have no idea." He said, pulling his own pants down and off. "I don't think I can take it slow." He said. She didn't mind. She didn't need for him to take it slow. She needed him, and she held out her arms for him. He spread her thighs and mounted her, controlling himself just long enough to slow his entry so he wouldn't hurt her, and with a low cry of pleasure took him into her body.

They lay in bed the rest of the day, making love and talking, but mostly just holding each other and reveling in each other's nearness. She had missed him so much. After Bryn's death it made her feel…vulnerable for some reason. Made her realize how vulnerable they all were.

"So…how's the war been? Since you know…I've been stuck here." She asked sometime late at night. He lay on his back with one arm thrown above his face, slightly drowsy, but his eyes opened at her question.

"You know it's for your own good right?"

"Just because I know that I'm not allowed, doesn't mean I'm not curious."

"…Crouch is allowing Auror's to use Unforgivable Curses when we're against Deatheaters, thankfully I haven't had a specific need to use one. On the plus side, a good majority of Giants have left the Deatheaters. Our last attack that we were in, Moody killed Evan Rosier and Wilkes."

"Did any of you get injured?"

"No. Moody got a bit of his nose blown off, but other than that everyone is fine. Almost got hit by the Cruciatus Curse though." He said offhand and felt her move in alarm. "Easy Moria, it missed me by a mile. They were just throwing out curses trying to give themselves some time." He said softly.

"You could have died Sirius." She said, shuddering at the thought.

"No I wouldn't. No way am I ever going to die and leave you behind." He said, turning his head on the pillow and looked at her, a soft glow in her eyes, the glow that only he could produce. He never wanted to see that light go out. He reached out to touch her cheek. "I love you Moria Prescott." He said softly.

She laughed. "I love you too Sirius Black."

"Now then…" he murmured, rolling onto her.

She caught her breath. "Now then."

---

"How hard can it be to kill a little brat?! We even have you spying on them for us and we still are no closer at finding him." A deatheater hissed out glaring at the portly figure in the shadows that flinched as though he was being beaten.

"It's not my fault. Moria-!"

"Again with that excuse. You're afraid of a mere halfbreed?" the Deatheater asked. Another Deatheater shook his head.

"The rat has a point. Prescott managed to nearly kill five of our men a few months ago, and beat two of them just last month. Without spells. We have to find her weakness." The other Deatheater said and the first man grumbled. The man in the shadows, despite his current situation, chuckled.

"Oh I already know her weakness. Black."

"The blood traitor? What about him?" the first Deatheater asked. The second smirked.

"Ah…that's right. She's his whore. Two birds with one stone I'd imagine. Good job…rat. You don't die today. But we first need to separate them." He said. The man in the shadows smirked.

"Leave that to me."