Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I only own the characters I create.
A/N: This is just something that's been on my mind for a while and I thought I would see how it went down.
Prologue.
The boy shook awake, frightened. At first he was unsure of what it was that had woken him, then he heard it.
"No, no…" It was his mother – and she was whimpering. He quickly threw the covers off himself and stood up, thinking his mother was having a nightmare. It wasn't that an odd occurrence – after all. His father working the night-shift often caused her to have bad dreams. She was a naturally paranoid person.
He sneaked down the hallway, as a thief, closing the door of his baby-sisters room as he passed. He didn't know why, but an odd sense of foreboding crept up unto him.
He sensed that whatever was going on wasn't normal – but when were things ever normal? Normality in his life did simply not exist. Normality in itself was a non-existent entity.
A loud growl echoed through the house, he started to run towards it – thinking only of his mother. He was just in time to see the ghastly creature bite at his mother's neck… blood oozed… her lifeless eyes stared at him… No… he thought. It can't be! No, no, no…
The creature whirled its great head around and barred his teeth at the teenage boy. The boy turned around to flee, running down the hall – away from the wolf.
Away from danger.
It was too fast for him and sprung on him. The boy refused to look at the wolf… it lowered its head to morsel once again. He could smell the dirt and blood on its fur. It sunk its teeth into the boy's neck… blood gushed from the wound and splattered onto the wall behind him…
"No!" A voice yelled, and the teenage boy felt the heavy body of the werewolf slump against him, before it whirled around and barred its teeth at his new opponent.
"Dad!" The boy yelled, watching the creature jump onto his father. He ran towards it, to try and force the animal off his father, but he was too late…
The boy sprinted away from his sister's room, determined to keep it away from her by making it follow him, even if it was the last thing he did!
But he couldn't do it; the wolf broke down the door to the little girl's room. Zane ran to keep the wolf from slaughtering yet another victim.
Horror…
The last thing he saw of the wolf was it throwing its heavy body out the window and glass shattering everywhere…
His six year old sister missing.
The boy sunk down against the wall…
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Hours later he was found.
"Zane? Zane, what happened?" The man asked, kneeling down in front of the boy. The boy stared back at him. "The police are on their way – you have to talk to them."
The boy shook his head furiously, and instantly regretted it as a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. His hand shot up to the pain. The man in front of him gently moved his hand away to examine it.
"Oh, my…" He took out a long, thin stick and waved it at the boy's shoulder. The skin along the gash closed and the blood near the wound dried up. "Zane, can you stand?"
The boy nodded and started to stand up. He stumbled slightly, so the older man wrapped an arm around the boy's middle.
"Come on, buddy."