Harry Potter……..the Werewolf!
Chapter 1: Ideas
Harry Potter looked gloomily out of his window at Number 4 Privet Drive, then looked down at his watch. Just 10 more minutes and he'd be 17.
He thought over his latest plan. He knew Voldemort would be mortal once all of the Horcruxes were destroyed, but was it really that simple? Destroy a few priceless relics and the Darkest Lord ever would be done by a simple killing curse? Surely there was more to it than that. After all, he was sure that the splitting of his soul, no matter how many times, would not have changed Voldemort's face so drastically that it would look like he was ½ human and ½ snake, there had to be more he had done in his search for immortality.
Harry was sure the answers could possibly be found either at the Hogwarts library, or maybe in a missed area in the Chamber of Secrets. After all, he had last visited the Chamber when he was 12, and he was more preoccupied with a 60-foot snake and a memory than to look round for hidden places. There was another reason, he had to save Ginny from dying.
Ginny. He remembered breaking up with her, how staying with him would be dangerous for her, especially if Voldemort found out. That could not happen at any cost. However, even if Voldemort had closed his mind to Harry, that didn't mean that their connection was entirely cut off.
Harry had a sudden inspiration. Perhaps, if Voldemort could use the connection, so could Harry! If he was able to see into Snake-face's mind, he might discover what else he had up his sleeve should the Horcruxes not be enough to save him. After all, those changes he went through might have stopped him from the disease of old age, although they definitely didn't improve his looks. But how to go about it?
Harry suddenly realised. Maybe if he thought hard about his scar and the Dark Lord at the same time, maybe he could force the connection open again. Although it would hurt, and probably exhaust him, he had to try it. He closed his eyes, started clearing his mind of all else, and…..
CRACK! CRACK! The sound of 2 apparations echoed in Harry's ears. For about 2 seconds Harry was able to see the faces of his friends Ron and Hermione smiling back at him, before they were interrupted by a bellow of rage from his uncle's bedroom.
"BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?" Harry sighed as his uncle roared out his question, before thundering his way to Harry's room. He slammed the door open only to find the business ends of 3 wands pointed at him. He stopped still, then as he opened his mouth to yell, Harry interrupted him. "My friends arrived here, as you can see, and now that all of us are of age,we can all use magic, so leave now, unless you want to have several abnormalities of your own!" His uncle's face purpled even more, before he slammed the door shut and left, muttering darkly about ungrateful nephews and accursed magic.