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Wolfen	By : shadowspale Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the world of Harry Potter and I am not getting paid for writing this work of fiction. This story is meant for entertainment only and should not be taken as a reflection of J.K Rowling’s work.

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Surry

Glaring at the well lit house, Harry huddled closer to the shed in a futile effort to gain shelter from the down pouring rain. His uncle had invited his boss to dinner, and it hadn’t been enough that Harry be out of sight in his room; he had been banished to the back garden, despite the fact there was a storm raging overhead. It wouldn’t have been so bad had he been able to get out of the wind and rain, but of course he couldn’t; something he was sure made his relatives happy. Nothing put a smile on the Dursleys’ faces faster than his being miserable.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there; at least an hour he thought, when he heard a howl. He sat up straight, eyes widened in alarm. There were no large dogs on Privet drive, and the howl sounded like it had come from a large animal. When it didn’t ring out again, he started to relax…until the bushes behind the shed started rustling. Swallowing hard, he picked up a shovel that hadn’t been locked up with the rest of the garden tools; it wasn’t much of a weapon but was better than nothing. He nearly laughed in relief when Mrs. Watkins, toy poodle came bursting through, followed by scores of male dogs sniffing after her. All of them were too large to mount the tiny dog, but that didn’t stop them from trying.

It was rather amusing to watch her tease them, and then seem to pout, when all that happened was her being batted around by paws as large as her head. After a moment, she trotted off; the line of eager male following in her wake. A few stragglers startled him by coming through the bushes seconds later, smelling around before chasing after the little dog. Harry thought nothing of it when the bushes shook again. He wasn’t concerned until he realized the dog coming through wasn’t at all interested in Muffin, but was far too interested in him.

Gripping the shovel tightly, he began backing up slowly, although he had no idea where he was going other than away. “Good boy,” he said as calmly as he could. The dog was massive; easily the size of Snuffles, if not larger. The dog stepped free of the bushes, walking stiffly, its tail held erect. Lowering its head, its lips pulled back into a snarl, displaying a mouthful of sharp teeth a second before it launched itself at Harry. It was fast; the teen barely had time to register that he was being attacked before it was on him; jaws snarling and snapping.

Harry went flying at the impact; loosing his grip on the shovel. He attempted to get to his feet, and had nearly made it when slavering jaws clamped down on his trouser leg, jerking him backwards. A panicked yelp burst from his mouth as he was dragged towards the bushes. Clawing at the ground in hopes of finding something to help him, Harry felt a surge of hope when his desperate fingers closed on a short length of pipe left over from some project of his cousin’s, and he twisted around, swinging the makeshift weapon wildly. The dog yelped, letting go when the pipe smashed into its head.

Wasting no time in getting to his feet, Harry twirled around, only to find himself on his back again, with teeth buried in his tender belly. Screaming in agony, Harry tried to fight the animal off; only to be bitten again and again. Just when he had accepted he was going to die, he heard shouting, and a blasting curse knocked the dog off him. He heard more shouting and snarling; something or someone running through the bushes, and then saw Tonks looking down at him; concern written plainly on her face.

“Hold on, Harry. Snape is here and will have you right as rain in just a moment!” the young Auror urged, taking off her cloak and laying it over him.

Shaking hard, Harry blinked up at her. “Hurts!” he groaned, clutching at his stomach. It felt like fire was spreading outward from the bites, and he moaned.

“I know it does, but you just hold still, here comes Snape now,” Tonks said and then stepped back so Severus Snape could take her place. Harry knew the snarky Potions master was saying something; he could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear a word. Suddenly he was falling into a dark tunnel; Snape’s face getting further and further away and then there was nothing as Harry lost consciousness.

Harry went flying at the impact; loosing his grip on the shovel. He attempted to get to his feet and had nearly made it when slavering jaws clamped down on his trouser leg, jerking him backwards. A panicked yelp burst from his mouth as he was dragged towards the bushes. Clawing at the ground in hopes of finding something to help him, Harry felt a surge of hope when his desperate fingers closed on a short length of pipe left over from some project of his cousin’s and he twisted around, swinging the makeshift weapon wildly. The dog yelped, letting go when the pipe smashed into its head.

Wasting no time in getting to his feet, Harry twirled around, only to find himself on his back again, with teeth buried in his tender belly. Screaming in agony, Harry tried to fight the animal off; only to be bitten again and again. Just when he had accepted he was going to die, he heard shouting and a blasting curse knocked the dog off him. He heard more shouting and snarling; something or someone running through the bushes and then saw Tonks looking down at him; concern written plainly on her face. “Hold on, Harry. Snape is here and will have you right as rain in just a moment!” the young Auror urged, taking off her cloak and laying it over him.

Shaking hard, Harry blinked up at her. “Hurts!” he groaned, clutching at his stomach. It felt like fire was spreading outward from the bites and he moaned. “I know it does but you just hold still, here comes Snape now,” Tonks said and then stepped back so Severus Snape could take her place. Harry knew the snarky Potions master was saying something; he could see his lips moving but couldn’t hear a word. Suddenly he was falling into a dark tunnel; Snape’s face getting further and further away and then nothing as Harry lost consciousness.

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# 12 Grimmauld Place; two days later...

“It wasn’t a dog! I know dogs and that wasn’t one!” Tonks insisted, her hair turning bright red as she glared at the Potions master. She and the others who had been sent to Number four, Privet Drive when the wards surrounding the Dursley’s home had gone off, had been called to a meeting at head quarters. They were supposed to be discussing what had happened to Harry but so far all they had done was argue. Snape, as usual, was being ornery and was either making snide comments about performances or saying that someone had their facts wrong. Tonks’ temper was at the end of its tether with him.

“Well since we know it wasn’t a werewolf seeing as how the full moon is still three weeks away and you claim it wasn’t a dog that attacked Mr. Potter; just what kind of canine would you say it was or are you now going to state it wasn’t a canine at all?” Severus said snidely. As far as he was concerned a dog, granted an abnormally large one, had attacked the brat, so there wasn’t any point to the meeting that was taking him away from his potions.

Suddenly an image appeared above the table of a rust colored canine with darker fur over its back and shoulders. It snarled out over the table with eerie yellow eyes. “Does anyone dispute that is the creature we all saw attacking Harry?” the Auror asked, glancing around the room. Only Albus Dumbledore failed to nod as he hadn’t been one of those that had gone to Harry’s aid.

“That is exactly what I saw; only there were a few small differences. The one attacking Potter had a narrower, longer muzzle and the hair on its legs were smoother!” said an Auror named John Sparegood, with a decisive nod of his balding head. “Gave me quite the fright I must say. I will never forget it; just thinking about it gives me the creeps, it does. The way it looked at us was almost human if you ask me!”

A murmur of agreement sprang up as the majority of the others claimed to have thought the same thing.

“It didn’t act normally. It seemed to think about its actions first!” chimed in Hestia Jones; a rolly polly witch who had been one of the first on the scene. It had been her curse that had knocked the creature off of Harry. “It seemed to be thinking about it's next course of actions. It watched us, all of us as if weighing who posed the most danger. It was eerie; almost human like, with the way it seemed to know when we were about to cast.”

“That, Severus, is a canine known as the Common Wolf, European Wolf, Carpathian Wolf, Steppes Wolf, Tibetan Wolf and Chinese Wolf. I did not just assume I was right; I researched facts before coming here,” Tonks said smugly as she smirked at the glowering Potions Master.

“Pray tell us all just how a wolf came to be in an area so heavily populated with humans? I would imagine even with Potter’s limited intelligence, the brat would know that Surry is not the natural habitat for wolves,” Severus spat, not willing to admit he had been wrong. Having it rubbed in his face caused his mood to darken even further and he tried his best to skewer Tonks with his glare.

“Maybe it escaped from a Muggle zoo, I don’t know. I do know, that is the creature I saw, and that it is a wolf, not a dog. I also know that in the past year, seven counties surrounding Surry have reported attacks on humans by a creature fitting this description, only two out of twenty seven people that suffered an attack, survived, and those two went missing months later.” Tonks said, ignoring Severus to address the others gathered. “I did some checking around. Not all those attacked died straight away and the two that lived; they were the only ones from wizarding families.”

Dumbledore, who had been sitting quietly listening up to now, leaned forward, his aged face thoughtful. “Madam Poppy has examined Harry thoroughly, and reports that there are no signs of his being bitten by a werewolf. He is suffering from blood loss and the trauma to the flesh one would expect from such an attack but the fact that the only survivors came from wizarding families leads me to believe these attacks are not being made by a mere wolf. Severus, I would like you to work with Madam Pomfrey by supplying the needed potions for a more in depth series of test she will be performing.” Snape nodded curtly and got to his feet, striding from the room with a billowing of robes. A moment later the sound of the Floo being activated could be heard and Albus turned his attention to Tonks.

“Nymphadora, I would like you to contact the families and see if there is anything more they might be able to tell us. As for the rest of you, ask around and see if anyone might have an idea as to what sort of creature we are facing. I believe I do not need to tell you that it is imperative that Harry’s attack should not be mentioned,” he said, looking pointedly at Hestia whose tongue had a habit of getting away from her at times.

“I am ahead of you, headmaster,” Tonks stated with a small frown. She didn’t like being called by her given name but didn’t chastise the headmaster for its used as she did others. “I have an appointment to talk to one of the wizarding families this afternoon and the other tomorrow morning.”

“Splendid,” Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “I have all faith that we can get to the bottom of this quickly. It concerns me that something unknown is attacking people and I can not help but wonder if the dark lord has his hand in this.” When everyone had left, Albus sat for a moment, deep in thought; something nagging at the back of his mind. He had the thought he should know what was happening; the attacks some how familiar but he couldn’t think of why. Giving a heartfelt sigh, he rose to his feet and heading towards the Floo. He had the odd suspicion that life had just become more complex. Little did he know just how right he was.

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Infirmary: Hogwarts; same day

A pair of green eyes popped open, staring up at the ceiling as a pert nose sniffed the air. Sitting up Harry slipped from the bed, one arm wrapped around his stomach. He hurt a lot, the bites sending jolts of pain racing through him but his mind wasn’t on the pain. He was hungry and the most delicious scent had caught his attention. A silky furred pair of ears perched on top of his head, flicked about picking up the slow heart beat of Madam Pomfrey who had fallen asleep over her desk.

Lifting his nose, he scented the air again, lips parting in a pleased smile that revealed a pearly set of elongated canines. Both ears perked forwards as his nose again caught the enticing odor. *Prey!* his mind supplied and he darted for the door, his bare feet making little noise on the stone floor. He paused at the door, tilting his head to one side, a low, soft whimper of frustration escaping his throat. The prey was on the other side; his mouth salivating at the scent but he was blocked by the door.

He knew this was the way out but the door puzzled him. He paced in front of it a few times, fingers tipped with hard, sharp nails flexing in agitation as he worked to solve the puzzle placed before him. It was a few seconds before his eyes locked in the doorknob. *Turn* his mind again supplied and he wagged his tailless rump eagerly, whining softly but happily. Seconds later he was in the hall, racing along at a speed no human could hope to match. His feet flew along the floor; guided by his nose; the light of the quarter moon all the light his eyes needed to steer him around obstacles.

Blood racing through his veins as he ran, Harry let out a howl of joy; the thrill of the hunt shining in his slightly glowing eyes. When the scent of his prey grew strong, he slowed his pace beginning to hunt in earnest. Carefully, but quickly, he continued moving through the corridors, nose, ears and eyes searching for the prey. Suddenly he tensed, his sharp eyes picking up movement ahead; the flicking tail of a cat walking down the hallway before him. Lips curling back into a silent snarl, he moved forward, experiencing rage at his territory being invaded. as well as anticipation for he had found his prey. Legs bunching beneath him, he launched himself at the un-expecting feline. The poor cat never knew what hit her.

Twenty minutes later, a bloody and no longer hungry Harry Potter slipped back into bed, falling almost instantly asleep. Slowly his ears reverted to normal as well as his teeth and nails. Within five minutes Harry had become again the boy everyone knew only covered in blood. When Madam Pomfrey snorted awake a few minutes later, and went to check on him, it appeared to the still groggy nurse that he had been murdered in his bed and her shocked shriek echoed the corridors the same time a hysterically upset Argus Flich began pounding on the headmaster’s door, shouting about invading demons eating his cat.

Awakened suddenly from a dream where he had been given a fresh supply of candy filled fuzzy socks; it took the befuddled Dumbledore a few minutes to gather his wits and start placing facts together. Once he had, he was very tempted to return to bed and his dream; socks and candy were far more pleasant to face, than a problem named Harry Potter.

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“Headmaster, I think you had better take a look at this, a diminutive female with green hair and purple eyes said as she bustled through the doors, carrying a book that was nearly as big as she. Heaving it up onto the massive oak desk, she stepped back to crawl up on to a chair and sat waiting patiently for her superior find what she had found to be startling.

Slitted eyes perused the hefty tome for a moment before an intake of shocked breath could be heard. “I see what you mean Tippa; this is rather unexpected,” the headmaster’s deep voice intoned. “Do you have any idea how it happened, or when?” he asked, tapping a sharp nailed finger on a glowing name.

“The ‘when’ I haven’t been able to learn, the how is easy,” Tippa said in a high pitched voice, picking a bit of lint from her skirt. “It was the rogue, Seline. The hunters have exterminated her but not before she attacked a number of humans. Two wolflings had to be put down as well; they were past the time their wildness could be tamed by at least four weeks. Xerxes…she was in estros when she bit this one…” the female said with a nod of her head at the book.

“Well, that means we still have time. Send the hunters for the boy immediately; I think Sebastian’s team would be best. Oh, and arrange for the boy to have his own room, he is going to need a sanctuary,” The Headmaster said, tracing a claw over the name of a teen that he was delighted would soon be his to see trained.

“Shall I have it warded?” Tippa said, hopping down from the chair. It wasn’t often they received such an important student and she wasn’t sure of protocol. She had only been Deputy Head Mistress to the Headmaster for a year.

“I think that would be mandatory, Tippa; the other students and I imagine even some of the staff, will be after him like starved vampires. You might want to have Amos arrange for a heavier guard in the halls and let Circuse know that an unclaimed wolfing will soon be arriving and that it is no other than Harry Potter,” Xerxes said, a grin spreading over his face.

“As you will, headmaster,” Tippa said, gathering the book back into her arms and then exiting the room. Once the imp who served as his second in command left, the dragon demon sat back in his chair and stared out his window thoughtfully.

He had dreamed of a change that would affect the world but he had never imagined it would come in the form of a small, green eyed teen. His thin, leathery lips pulled back into a toothy smile as he realized that this school year would be far more interesting than the last 300. His yellow, slitted eyes glimmered gleefully as he picked up a quill and began writing a letter he had wanted to write for sixteen years. He only wished he could be there to see the face of that meddlesome Dumbledore, when it was received.
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