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Chapter 1

In the little town of Hogsmeade lived a small wizarding family of three. They were called The Potters. The father was James Potter, who had jet black hair that always looked like he had just gotten up, hazel eyes and round glasses. He was about 6 ft. tall. The mother was Lily Evans Potter. She had beautiful long red hair, and emerald green eyes and stood at 5'7". And lastly there was a teenaged boy, about 15 years old.

This young boy had long black hair, porclean skin, and emerald green eyes, bright and filled with innocence. He was petite and small, about 5'4". He was oblivious about what happened outside his home because his parents had kept him from finding out about the troubles of the world and he was mostly kept in the house for his own good.
But right now, that's not where the story begins.

Infact the story takes place at the Shrieking Shack, a mile from Hogsmeade and Hogwarts school. That's what actually divides the two miles from both school and town. Once you pass the Shrieking Shack you know you've gone a mile from either of the places... But that doesn't have anything to do with the reason why the Shrieking Shack is important in this story. What is in the shack is.

In the Haunted Shrieking Shack a Werewolf, in wolf form, lived within the dark. The werewolf had lived there for years, cursed since he was a child.

Everyone knew not to go out on the night before, after and of the full moon. For if they will, they'd possibly be killed by the monster within. Of course, they'd be taken by the werewolf, to be never seen again.

James Potter was coming home from Godric's Hollow where his parents lived and he hadn't known that it was the day before the full moon. He was passing the Shrieking Shack when he was taken by none other than the werewolf.

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Lily and Harry were both shocked when they heard that James had been taken by the werewolf. After getting over her shock, Lily decided to go up to the castle and ask Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts for what could be done. The werewolf wouldn't be out during the day, so she was safe to pass through.

Harry, when his mum was gone, took his pet Hippogriph, Buckbeak, given to him on his 13th birthday by Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Grounds and Keys at Hogwarts and Care of Magical Creature's teacher, so he wouldn't be executed for hurting the Malfoy heir since the Malfoy heir refused to do anything to make Harry upset, and decided he'd go get his father back.

When he was leaving, he heard Draco Malfoy. He was a cocky little ponce who always tried to impress Harry whenever he saw him. So he ended up rushing away from Hogsmeade village and towards the Shrieking Shack.

He was near the Shrieking Shack when he got off of Buckbeak.

"Stay here. If my Dad comes and I'm not with him, just go." Harry told Buckbeak.

He walked the rest of the way to the Shrieking Shack.

It was a cold November day. It was fading into December, and tonight was the full moon. He had to risk his life to save his father. He had too.

He finally reached the Shrieking Shack and opened the door. It made a soft creaking sound and he winced, thinking maybe the werewolf had heard him.

"Hello?" Harry said softly.

He heard another door open and soon was faced with a full grown Werewolf.

"Well, well, well. Potter Jr., I suppose?" the werewolf asked.

Harry watched the werewolf with fear, as it approached.

"Indeed, you are. But something is different. You're... surprisingly innocent." he smirked.

"Where's my Dad?" Harry asked, voice trembling.

"He's safe. For now... As you know, the full moon is tonight." he said, leaning down, pushing his muzzle onto Harry's neck. Involuntarily Harry lifted his neck, giving him more access. He could smell innocence and fear coming off of him. "Why, you're afraid." he chuckled. He could feel Harry trembling.

"Please, let my Dad go." Harry whispered.

"And, why would I do that?" he asked.

"... You can have anything from me... just please let him go." he whispered softly. Still afraid as the werewolf's muzzle was still pressed against his neck.

"What if I want to take you, in his place?" the werewolf asked.

"Anything." Harry repeated.

"Then I will have you and let him go." he said, giving Harry a hard lick on his neck, smirking once again when he felt Harry shiver.

There was something about Harry's scent that drove him wild, plus it did help that he was extremely attractive. Even to this old wolf. He was about a foot and a half taller than Harry though.

But Harry wouldn't have come if there wasn't a consequence, he'd give him that.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather leave? And go home to your mother, where you're safe from the world? You mustn't go out much and hear the rumors if you came here alone. But... then again, I see you. Rarely, but I see you. Riding on that Hippogriph of yours, going up to Hogwarts. All you do is speak to Rubeus Hagrid. That half giant." he told him, pulling away from him.

"I came here for my father. I just want him to go home for my mother's sake." Harry replied softly.

"But wouldn't you matter more to your mother? Seeing as you're her only little runt?" he growled.

Harry flinched. That hurt.
"My Mum needs my Dad." he replied. "I'm willing to give myself up for her to be happy." he looked away.

"Very well." he said.