Harrison "Strider" Firgen
Dislaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's note: Werewolves in this work of fiction look more like the drawings in the book (more wolf like) and not like the long limbed ones in the movies.
Chapter 1: A Whirlwind Spirit
The runic experiment manipulation time and space was flawed from the beginning. It should have exploded spectacularly. It would have killed the off duty Unspeakable. She would have died—except for the fact that the experiment didn't blow up. Instead the runes glowed, pulling nearly all of Pandora Lovegood's magical energy as something, no someone materialized in the center of the runic circle. Unable to withstand the powers of the Universe, Pandora collapsed.
A young girl pounded on the tangible protection barrier calling urgently out for her mother. Pandora did not wake as her magic began to slip away. The stranger, however, did.
His aura, although weakened, was rather impressive. His stature was not. The stranger must have be a Whirlwind Spirit Luna decided as the raven haired being uncurled slowly. He twitched a few times before bright sorrowful soulful eyes snapped open. His impressively vivid green eyes scanned the room automatically in a daze, blinking as his gaze fell upon the unconscious woman. The Whirlwind Spirit sucked in a breath when he spotted the young girl in the doorway.
"Luna..." he whispered in shaken awe.
Suddenly Luna relaxed, innately understanding that the Whirlwind Spirit meant her no harm before breaking down crying, "Save my mother, please!"
Alarmed, the Whirlwind Spirit fixated on the fallen Lady Lovegood and the runes surrounding his feet. He paled. Hissing rapidly, the runes began to deactivate and dissolve one by one, releasing their pull on Pandora Lovegood's magic. Breathing heavily, the Whirlwind Spirit stepped out of the faded runic circle now burnt into the stone floor. Had he made one mistake, they would have all been dead. As it was, they were fortunate that the Whirlwind Spirit had experience dealing with more difficult circles. He coughed, squinting his eyes at his surroundings. "Luna, go floo call your father." The stranger rasped.
Leaping up like a young gazelle, Luna ran to do just that.
Taking a rattling breathe, he focused on coaxing Pandora's open magic back into her body. When Luna's mother was no longer in danger from dying immediately from her drained core, the stranger looked around, spotting her two family relatives who were watching the flow of magic around him with more than a little awe. Gesturing Luna's father forward, the Whirlwind Spirit spoke,
"Her husband?"
Xenophilius nodded.
"...Need your help. Her core is unstable."
Alarmed Xenophilius immediately asked, "What do I need to do?"
"Grasp her hand."
The stranger began to hiss again. Xenophilius felt a bit odd as a few strands of his magic reached out and curled around several strings of his wife's magic. It braided together to melt into one strand of magic. Wiping sweat off his forehead, the Whirlwind Spirit murmured, "She'll be all right now. No magic experiments or rituals for a year. I'm going to sleep now. Teddy will wake me up." The stranger collapsed, curling into a protective ball on the ground. They hadn't noticed before, but the stranger had been holding onto a child.