Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters/items/locations. It all belongs to the Goddess J.K. Rowling and a number of other people that I can't remember. All other original characters are mine though, and I am very possessive.

Writer: ZombieDuke

Rating: Mature (but rating will probably go up in later chapters.)

Summary: On the night of Lord Voldermorts death, all the plans that are set in place for the future hero of the wizarding world are shattered by the act of one.

The 7th Son

On the night of the full moon, a small wolf limped down the cold concrete streets of British suburbia. The small wolf, which looked more like a coyote from the rural west coast of Canada, was trying to walk as slowly and cautiously as she could. Her left leg bloody and covered with bite marks, and the rest of the small body missing tufts of fur.

She would not stop walking, couldn't stop walking. Not after having that monster almost rip her apart…

It was her first full moon in a strange land, a strange environment. But these thoughts didn't bother her as she ran through the forests, her tongue hanging out, and ears flat against her head as she ducked underneath a low hanging branch, she fallowed the faint traces of an odd scent that caught her attention as soon as she awoke. The scent had made her ears twitch and her senses go wild. It was something she had never smelled before!

The sound of feet walking close by dragged her out of her memories and made her freeze, her ears flattening against her head and tail between her legs. God she hoped it wasn't him coming to finish her off.

Instead, human footsteps and the smell of lemon made her relax somewhat but not completely. Her ears picked up as she heard human voices, two of them talking. What would humans be doing out while the mother moon was out, she wondered and limped closer to one of the house, her curious instincts taking over once more as she ducked beside next one of the buildings just as a loud rumbling filled the air. She watched with wide amber eyes as a man landed right in front of the house next to the other two people. Could everybody of this strange land fly? Finally taking notice of the other two, she eyed them as potential threats. The man had a long white beard and the women, a pointy hat—the snap of twigs instantly alerted her and forced her to turn her gaze away from the humans and stare into the darkness. Immediately she knew he was coming, she knew tonight would be the night she joined the mother moon if she didn't do something, and quick!

She turned back to the people, preparing to bolt past them when she realised that they weren't there anymore and that the streets lights were back on. Something else filled the air; the scent of warm milk and the quite cooing of a baby. She stood slowly, not believing her nose and ears, and limped over to where the sound was coming from. Her disbelief reaffirmed as she gazed at a small bundle of a tiny human laying in front of one of the many cookie-cutter homes.

The baby cooed up at her, green eyes bright and curious as she leaned down and nosed his forehead, licking the scar that shone brightly on his forehead before butting her nose against his gently.

Low growls and the scent of blood filled the air and the mother moon glowed brighter upon her. She could smell him now. Looking into the eyes of the small babe, she knew that he would kill him.

She moved down to the baby's waist and opened her jaws, getting a firm grip, but not tight enough to cause damage the little one damage, and walked as quickly as she could, hoping not only to save herself but the wee babe that had gone quiet in her mouth.

A/N: Hmmm, so what'cha ya'll think? Should I continue?