No I do not own.
Prolouge
It was a cold November night when Clawd and Draculaura walked through the park. The moon was full and shinning down on them. Clawd resisted the erg to howl. "It's such a beautiful night. Is it not Clawd?"
Clawd smiled down at Draculaura. "It is."
Clawd and Draculaura continued their walk. Until suddenly Clawd stopped. Draculara frowned. "What is it Clawd?"
Clawd let go of Draculaura's hand and walked twords a trash can with a frown. He looked onto the other side and gasped in shock. He bent down than stood up. With a small bundle in his arms. He walked over to Draculaura and, together, they looked into the bundle of blankets. And found a baby.
It was a little boy with short black hair and black fur. It looked like he was a werewolf like Clawd, Clawdeen, and Howleen, but when he opened his mouth in a little yawn he had vampire fangs. Small but still there. And he opened his eyes reviling bright green. The eyes looked up at the two curiously before they, with another yawn, closed.
Clawd and Draculaura looked to each other worriedly. "Who would leave an innocent baby out in the cold! One his age no less! I expect he's no older than two at the most! In fact I think he's only a year old!" Draculaura ranted obviously upset about the fact someone would leave a baby alone.
"I don't know Draculaura. Maybe we should talk to our father's. Something about this little guy pulls me to him."
Draculaura stopped her ranting and nodded. "Me too. I feel like I need to watch over and protect him." With that, she took the little boy into her arms and the couple left. Not noticing the letter that fell out of the bundle of blankets addressed to one Petunia Dursley from one Albus Dumbledore.
