Hey guys! Sorry if you're reading one of my other stories and I haven't updated in awhile. I just put down my ideas on here, then eventually get bored with them. Once I'm bored with them, they start to suck, so I just don't updated them until I get interested again. Anyways, here you go!
Disclaimer: If Booklover0318 owned Harry Potter, the series would suck.
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*LANGUAGE WARNING. Yep, that's it. Nothing else.
*Almost forgot! Listen to Running With the Wolves by AURORA while reading. I don't own that either.
Third POV
It was a dark, yet warm, summer's night. All was peaceful on Privet Drive, except for house number 4. In that house, under the stairs, sat a 7 year old boy, who was crying softly. His name was Harry Potter, and he was covered in bruises, lashes, and scrapes. His uncle had gotten mad at him that day, and he was beaten until he was nearly unconscious. He was in trouble for making the garlic bread at dinner slightly too crispy. Nothing that deserved a punishment as harsh as this, but his uncle Vernon was more pissy than usual that day because he tried to weasel someone out of a good deal for a bad one, and the buyer had caught on. Vernon's wrath of being outsmarted was taken out on poor Harry.
The poor boy was scared, cold, in pain, and hungry. And most of all, he was sad. So sad, that he let out a cry, one so filled with pain, and desperation, that it carried. Carried on to a place very far away. There sat a group of 5 people. There was only one girl, and 4 boys. They all heard this cry, but it stood out to the female in particular. The group of friends looked at eachother, and nodded.
"Who did it stand out to?" One of the boys asked. The girl looked at him.
"Me, brother." She said softly. Her brothers smiled at eachother knowingly.
"Well, sister. Go get your new charge." The female gave them a smile full of sharp teeth, and she swiftly transformed into a beautiful white wolf, covered with silver swirling patterns that moved. If you looked closely, you could see that they appeared to be tattoos, all of different words and creatures. All words were in another language, but some were clearly names. The wolf took off gracefully into the deep forest, howling to the moon, telling the boy, who was oblivious to this, that she was coming, she would rescue him from his awful family.
There was one more thing special about that night.
It was July 31st. Harry's birthday.
The next morning, Petunia woke Harry up to make breakfast, ignoring the obviously sprained wrist. Harry was just putting the food on the table, when there was a pounding on the door. A furious, quick, rapping. Harry was so startled, he nearly dropped the eggs. Vernon glared at him.
"Well, get the door, boy!" He yelled. Harry quickly complied. He walked down the hall, and slowly turned the knob. He cracked the door, and saw a 16 year old girl there. She looked a little surprised at him answering the door, but she smiled at him.
The girl was about 5'8", had long, wavy pale blonde hair that fell to just below her waist. Her eyes were a glowing silver, that seemed intimidating, yet kind. Her skin was pale, and had the silver designs from her wolf form, and the tattoos were moving. She had on a rather strange outfit, a top like a bikini, but seemed more like something that was made to wear all the time, that was pure white, and had silver swirls on it. Her stomach was smooth yet toned, and she excersized frequently, and the main tattoo on her stomach was a silver tiger, that prowled along her waistline. Her bottem half was covered by a curious skirt type thing. White fabric with silver patterns covered her front and back to her shins, but left her hips and long legs bare. The skirt was held up by a silver rope, and was the only thing on her hips. She clearly wasn't a slut, this just seemed like something she wore. There was nothing but her legs, back, stomach, and shoulders revealed. On her right leg a silver tattoo of a snake curled around her, slithering up and down her leg. She turned around, as if she was looking for something, and Harry saw on her shoulders, down her arms to her elbows, was a pair of eagle wings, that fluttered softly as she moved. On her back there was a bear tattoo, and it shifted around, climbing around her back, standing on it's hind legs sometimes.
Her ears were slightly pointed, Harry noticed after she turned back around, and her eyes seemed that of a predator. Something in him knew she would never hurt him. He already trusted her just with a look. When she smiled, her teeth were sharp, like a wolf's, but it seemed more playful right now, rather than scary.
After a few minutes of staring, Harry realized that she was inspecting him as much as he was inspecting her. He was startled after a minute when Vernon started yelling.
"BOY! What's taking you so long!" The fat man came trudging down the hall, his face purple. He took one look at the girl and growled.
"Get out of here you stupid slut. Whatever you're selling, we ain't buying. We don't want any of you dirtying up our streets. Come on boy, you need to finish the dishes. Since you took so long you don't get breakfast." The girl went from inspecting Harry calmly, to growling ferociously at Vernon.
"Vernon Dursley," She snarled. Vernon got a look of surprise on his face, that quickly became rage.
"How do you know my name?! Are you stalking me?!" The girl grinned evilly, and Vernon started to get scared.
"No, but once I met young Harry here, a bond was formed. I know everything about him. Tell me, what do you know of the Potter family history? Besides the fact that they were wizards, of course."
Vernon turned a multitude of colors in rage. "How dare you speak of them here! When we took that boy in out of the goodness of our hearts, we swore we would beat all that nonsense out of him!" The girl stalked past Harry, straight up to Vernon.
"You son of a bitch! You fat, cock sucking, piece of shit, ass kisser, son of a whoreish cunt, man slut! How dare you! Harry here is my pup now! He always has been actually! And do you know what happens to people who hurt my pups?!" She was so scary now, Vernon was shaking. As was Petunia and Dudley who had come out to see what was happening.
"No? Well, they get my choice of punishment. And it varies, depending on my mood! And, well, right now, I'm in a rather… foul...mood. So, here's how this is going to go. I'm going to go in that kitchen, and I'm going to sit down with Harry. You will serve us the best meal you can possibly make, and then, we'll discuss letting you live, Ok? Come, Harry. I have a lot to tell you." She smiled softly at him, and Harry scurried over, looking at her with wide eyes. The Dursley's were shaking, and quickly went to obey the terrifying girl.
"So, Harry, what do you know about your mum and dad?" The girl asked after they sat down. He looked shyly up at her.
"Just that they died in a car crash…" He said softly. The girl froze, eyes flashing with rage, and she turned toward the Dursleys, who looked terrified.
"That's what you told him? Wow. Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse for you." She took a deep breath and looked back at Harry.
"Well, Harry, that's not true. The truth is, your parents were wizards." Harry looked shocked.
"Really?!" He asked in excitement. The girl chuckled.
"Yep." Harry looked at her, he looked so awed.
"Are you a witch?" She laughed.
"Yes, but only partly." Harry looked confused.
"What? Oh, and what's your name?" The girl looked surprised.
"Did I forget to tell you? I must be tired. I'm Maleo. As for what I am, I'm a Bestia Assassin." Harry gasped.
"But, don't assassin's kill people?" He stuttered out. Maleo looked panicked.
"Uh, yes… But, don't freak out please! We only kill very bad people, like murderers and terrorists." Harry relaxed. He was bright for his age, and while he didn't want to kill anyone, he knew those people probably deserved to die. He nodded slowly.
"Ok… But why did you come here? And what bond was formed?" She smirked evilly at the Dursley's, who had finished putting the food on the table.
"Just a sec, Harry. You lot, go sit in the living room, no Tele. Try anything, and I'll tear you apart and take you to my den in a doggy bag for my pups, got it?" The terrified muggles nodded frantically, scrambling into the living room. Maleo turned to her food, and calmly picked up her fork.
"Anyways, Harry," She Maleo said, looking at him once more, "To answer your questions, I came here because you became of age last night. If I am not mistaken, you turned 8? I'll explain more on that later. The bond I was talking about is one between an alpha and his/her pack. I'll explain more of that later too. Do you want to hear about your parents?" She asked. Harry forgot about his other questions, nodding eagerly.
"Yes please!" Maleo laughed at his enthusiasm, and began telling the tragic tale of his parents. When she finished, she watched him, as his face filled with emotion. Sadness, happiness, confusion, and anger. Sadness because of how they died to protect him, happiness because he now knew for a fact his parents wern't drunk, confusion as to what this has to do with him now, and anger at the monster that killed his parents, and at the Dursley's for keeping this from him. Maleo ate slowly, and watched as he slowly looked at her.
"But... That doesn't explain why you are here now…" Maleo smiled happily at him, knowing he hadn't taken it too hard.
"Oh, I can't explain here, top secret. But I need to ask you something, Harry," She turned serious.
"What?" Harry glanced at her.
"If you come with me now, you will leave the Dursley's forever, there's no turning back. And coming with me will involve new brothers and sisters for you, a real family, but, along with that difficult tasks, and hard training ahead of you. Are you ok with that?" Maleo asked solemly. Normally she would give more of an explanation before making that offer, but she felt Harry didn't need much convincing. She gazed at him with warm eyes as he thought hard.
'She seems nice…" Harry thought, 'And she knows more about my parents. I could also get away from Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon. And brothers and sisters… I could have a real family! Ok… I've got to go with her.'
"Ok," Harry nodded determinedly. "I'll go." Maleo grinned, jumping up.
"Yay! I'll deal with the idiots, and you go grab you things, kay?!" She pranced toward the living room. Harry giggle slightly at the girl who had been so scary a little while ago prancing like a puppy towards the door. He walked to his cupboard, and grabbed his baby blanket, a few extra clothes, his spare glasses, and the one thing he had ever gotten as a good present from his Aunt Petunia. A silver chain necklace, with a doe charm on it. Petunia had said it was his mothers, and didn't want it, so she gave it to him. He never wore it, in case Vernon saw it, or one of his classmates, but cherished the thing. He decided to put it on now. He clasped it when he heard the yelling. Vernon's muffled shouts of rage quickly turned to that of pain, before silence. He quickly grabbed the bag and ran to the living room.
Vernon was lying on the floor, wimpering, Dudley was crying, and Petunia was so pale she could have been a ghost. Maleo stood over the man, growling at him. She perked up when she saw him.
"Harry! Come on, let's go." She kicked Vernon one more time before walking out of the room with Harry.
The 8 year old boy followed her eagerly, happy to be leaving. Maleo cheerfully slammed the door shut behind her, and skipped down the path, stopping by the mailbox, looking back at Harry, before freezing. Her eyes grew unfocused, and she seemed to go into a trance. Suddenly, she unfroze, looking at Harry.
"Ok, so, I'm gonna transform into a wolf, and you're gonna have to get on my back, and hang on, but don't pull my fur, ok?" Maleo said in a rush, and Harry blinked.
"Did you just say you were going to-" He was cut off with a gasp as Maleo started to shift. Her legs and arms went to equal length, her face seemed to grow into that of another, and a fur started to grow out of her. Ears grew, a tail popped out, teeth became sharper. Within seconds a beautiful white wolf, with Maleo's tattoos becoming the silver patterns on the fur, stood in front of Harry. The wolf gave what Harry thought was a grin at his astonished look, and let out a whine, tossing her head, telling him to climb on. The wolf was larger than average, and came up to about Harry's shoulders. He slowly walked towards her, putting a hand on her back. Maleo nuzzled him softly.
"Come on pup." Harry jumped at her voice, which seemed to resonate inside his head, instead of the sound coming from outside his body.
"Did… You just… Talk inside my brain?!" Harry stuttered out in shock. Maleo let out some sort of a barking laugh.
"Yes, pup. You will be able to do it too with practice. Now climb on." Harry nodded, still surprised, and pulled himself onto the girl/wolf, who had crouched down to make it easier for him. After Maleo was sure he was on, and holding on tight, she stood, and ran.
Harry yelled in surprise and excitement. Maleo was a very fast runner, and the houses and perfect gardens turned into blurs beside him as she ran.
It was exhilerating.
Harry had never had so much fun in his life! He whooped with joy, and leaned forward, holding on tighter, laughing.
"This is so cool!" He couldn't see it, but Maleo was giving a wolf grin of pure happiness.
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