AN: I thought posting everyday would help to bring in new readers, but woefully it has not been so. *sighs* Oh well, 'the best laid plans of mice and men ...' that said, the muse has been tickled and while she's not back yet, at least she's listening to my pleas 
you'd think I was trying to coax an old girlfriend back into a relationship, no? Perhaps that is what it is. 
In any event, she's not yet here, and neither are my new readers. *sighs*
Just the same I did say I would make this an epic story and I am going to! Just try and stop me ... no character piece this one full blow, war and whistles and all the bangs and drama that go with it. I just won't be posting as often not that I couldn't its just ... well, personal reasons. I am committed to this story so if you are reading please stay it will go places I promise and I will finish it. Now ... let's throw in more action.
Connie: Sorry Conners, Otty wasn't in on it ... otherwise he'd have been acting rather very well too, no?
If Wolf Hunter had had a diary it would probably have read something like this, filled with the crazy rantings and thoughts that pervaded his mind while on assignment:
"The problem isn't gettting into Hogwarts, the problem is whether I want to get in or not. I don't know anything about this Neville Longbottom except that I do know something about him and it's tied in with the loss of my memories. The problem with that is that I don't know why I lost my memories or even if someone isn't behind it. I've had to live with one eye over my shoulder looking always to see if anyone is watching me or if some assignment I'm on isn't just some trap to get to me. I sit there and try to find patterns in the cases and try to see if there isn't some over all plan or some scheme in which I'm a pawn, and ultimately the sacrifice. But to date there's been nothing.
I don't know anything except that I do know Neville and I do know Solemnity from some long ago long ago ... I just ... don't know how or why. I don't know why Solemnity doesn't remember me either, and I don't know why she makes me feel so ... so funny inside.
She also won't tell me what her beef is with the Longbottom kid. But from what I've been able to find out about him, he's as harmless as a mouse. Even Trevor has a more interesting night life than that nebbish."
Wolf stood atop the gargoyle watching the Ampersand Baxter Calderon Building. Meanwhile inside his prey waited.
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"I've been trapped in this stupid castle for weeks now," the grey haired boy complained. "It's getting frustrating. I can't get anywhere near the Headmaster's office and heaven's knows what some of that old wizard's secrets would sell for on the black market."
The cat was talking to himself as he had no friends at Hogwarts. It was a lonely place, what with having to hide his secret. That annoying ginger cat kept following him when it wasn't the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris. The only ones who wanted to be his friends were cats and he honestly wasn't interested. One was a total witch, and that Hermione's girl's cat was too much of a goody-two-shoes. Besides which they couldn't help find any prospects to mine money. If he were going to be stuck in Hogwarts the least he could have to show for it would be a nice little profit, but petty thievery was not his game. He wanted a big juicy secret or some secret weapon. The whereabouts of the boy who lived really weren't that important. But he still hadn't found a way out of the castle so he couldn't even try to sell that to that serial killer Sirius Black.
To date his endeavors had proved fruitless. He sighed and walked the corridors of the castle stealthily as a boy. With as many students as the school had it was likely the ghosts thought he was just another student and he was not foolish enough to go anywhere near the Dementors.