The boy who lived… or the wolf that howls
Okay before anyone calls me a shit writer, let it be known i havent written, or watched any works of J K Rowling in a long time, So i may allow helpful reminders from readers on chapters i may F**k up, also this idea has been plaguing my mind since i started my The eyes of the Wolf story... which i should really update at this point, but anyway, enjoy this introduction.
Upon hearing the chiming of a bell, the owner of the shop of Diagon Ally looked up from his parchment and quill to frown at seeing not but his shops door closing by itself, leaning over the front bench to look for whoever had stepped inside he found no trace at all, leaning back with a look of suspicion, he stepped around the front desk to investigate, failing to notice to golden eyes mixed with an eerie green watching from the dark corner, wisps of ash and smoke rising from their being as they watched Garrick Ollivander approach his shops door, testing the door for faulty hinges he frowned in confusion before the door slammed shut on him, making him jump back with a yell, turning to his desk he froze at the sight of a seven year old boy sitting in his chair, spinning a wand box with inhuman ease while watching it.
"Who are you… and how did you not trigger the wards to my shop!?" Ollivander questioned with a voice of fear as a large shadow loomed over the boy protectively.
Upon being questioned the boy looked up to the famous wand maker with eyes that melted smoothly into an eerie green glow before melting into a bright clean gold.
Followed by his being clearing of smoke, a small hand brushed aside the long hair from his forehead… showing a lightning bolt scar that made Garrick choke.
"Harry potter… But you're far too early to be here for a wand, never mind that it's been eight years since you've vanished from the wizarding worlds sight" seeing the boy stare at him in silence, Garrick watched the boy stand and jump, startling him as he exploded into a cloud of ash that flew towards him before forming back into the boy, that stared back up to him with a mischievous smirk.
"You can thank Dumbledore for that Fuck up" flinching at the venom filled tone the boy used when he mentioned Dumbledore, and seeing the boy closer, his eyes stare into golden iris to see… pain and loneliness.
"What was it that Dumbledore did to you to gain such anger?" seeing the boy look to the shadow looming over him, his eyes melted into emerald green.
"He killed Harry potter" seeing a lone tear fall from his eyes, Garrick had a look of horror as a chair appeared from nowhere for the boy to sit, his eyes now bright gold.
"Explain"
Seeing the shadow snarl in worry for the boy, his golden eyes flashed to emerald before resting on gold.
"Harry Potters, magic hating relatives that Dumbledore left him with… beat him to the point of death"
Flashback
He was lying in his own pool of blood when my consciousness found him
Choking up a new batch of crimson liquid that joined the rest below him, the small and broken form of Harry laid with broken bones, sticking out and in beneath his hand me down clothes, he stared helplessly to the roof of his uncles shed outside their house, he prayed for a better anything than the pain he was currently experiencing at this moment.
Feeling his life and very being breaking down his prayers were unknowingly answered when a vortex of shattered glass appeared over his chest, looking to the sight with curiosity, he watched as a golden orb of ashes hovered down to his chest before falling into his body.
What happened next was what could e the most horrifically painful change Harry had ever felt, out doing his uncles beatings by a margin as his skin cracked and flaked off like burnt paper as his emerald green eyes melted into a calm gold that resembled a wolves own.
Gritting his teeth as they too glowed Harry let out one last scream of agony before his being exploded with a cloud of ashes replacing his small form… leaving the inside of the shed glowing red hot from the sudden heat as ashes fell to the floor in a calm fashion, before ultimately gathering to form a small body, a small body of Harry Potter whose now golden eyes stared unfocused, but to them they stared to the even smaller form of Harry James Potter who sat before the being now residing in his body as it recollected itself.
Staring at one another for a minute the golden eyes sooner melted into a crimson red as they shared memories with each other, the boy rubbing his eyes from the beings memories, he vanished suddenly at angry knocking on the sheds door, the beings red eyes glaring to the door as he stood up, his body rippled with clothing forming over Harry's newly healed body, Vernon Dursley spoke.
"BOY, what was that yell I HEARD!?" stepping to the door, the being within Harry Potters body stood at the door calmly before speaking with a voice with a scots accent.
"The next yells will be yours next, you fucking land walrus" hearing silence for a brief moment the growl of rage echoed in the empty shed as locks were being torn open, the minute the door opened, Vernon was thrown back by a vicious right hook to the face, showing a large bruise forming on Vernons face, the fat fuck looked on in shock as ashes began to rise off of Harry's possessed body as he approached Vernon with bared teeth.
"It's time you were made weak Vernon" saying this Vernon's right foot was grabbed by a mass of claw like ashes that dragged him to the shed where Harry Potter… died.
Flash back end
"What followed next was the death of a weak little twig of a woman and the rightful punishment to an arrogant brat that would forever be afraid of anything sweet based of foods" seeing the being within Harry Potter's body, Garrick had his own chair with a face of confliction.
Looking to the being and then the shadow, he spoke with a fear filled voice.
"What do you plan to do now that Harry Potter shares his body with you?" seeing the boy look into space to his right, a sad smile graced his face as he turned back to Ollivander.
"Live his life like he should have, he may no longer be able to use his body because of his death, He can witness his life through my eyes if he so wishes… no child should have been put into that pain and suffering to begin with… also since we're on the topic, I also plan to free harry Potters god father from Azkaban and such, finish off the lying Mundane fool Tom Riddle" seeing Garricks confused look to the name Tom Riddle, the boy smirked.
"Voldymoldy is a muggle born didn't you know, Albus did and he never shared that with anyone" seeing Ollivander choke at the insulting name of Voldemort he had a smile on his face as the being smirked.
"Who is this godfather of Harry Potter if you don't mind me asking?" seeing the boy grin openly, he spoke with as much confidence he could hold back.
"Sirius Black"
Seeing Garrick stare at the boy in alarm as the boy smacked his lap in thought.
"That reminds me, I would like a wand, two wands if possible" snapping Ollivander from his shock, he had a gleam of joy in his eyes at finally setting into a normal state of mind, for him at least, following the wand maker.
"Who may this second wand be for, if you are not Harry Potter?" hearing the wand maker call from a very tight isle, the boy grinned as a pair of wolf ears sprang from atop his head as his eyes glowed golden.
"Loki Fenris, master Wand maker!"
