Title: Wolf Blood
Chapter:One
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, you are mine. What did you say? No way in hell? Oh well.. I guess only in my deepest darkest fantasies...hehe...
On a more serious note: I don't own Harry Potter and neither do I have fantasies about him. EVER. You have no idea, how happy that makes me! :D
Scents drove him wild.
He wanted his mum.
The wolf huddled under the dense trees, whining miserably as dollops of rain poured on his black snub of a nose. He was hungry, and for some reason his mother had abandoned him. The wolf was no longer a cub, but he was not yet a fully-fledged adult either. He wanted playmates and scruff-fights, which he particularly enjoyed. How he missed warmth…Snugly warmth that only his pack-brothers and pack-sisters provided in the coldest of nights when the moon was high. The wolf yelped as his paw sunk into a murky puddle gathering before him. Scrabbling wildly, he crouched on his steadily growing hind legs and focused all his attention on that one paw. Wolf's nose sniffed the air warily, then immediately regretted this as his senses begun to overload. A loud rumble filled the air and for a second, Wolf thought it was his own belly. It wasn't. The sound was coming from quite a distance away. Hey! Maybe it could be another wolf's belly? And he was hungry too! Maybe they could make friends and howl into the night together…
The sound was coming from a road. To be exact, it was a very BIG road, many wolf legs apart in which big burly monsters whooshed by like steamrollers, nearly flattening wolf in the process. He gave an indignant yowl, leaping back from the traffic with an agility that even surprised him. On the far, long opposite side stood a proud, majestic wolf, his grey fur ruffling in the wind as the ears stood up alert. Wolf immediately knew this other wolf was a pack leader. Instinctively he hunched on his forepaws, letting his ears flatten back, clearly signalling that he knew who the real leader was.
Wolf watched intently as a curl of the muzzle graced the lead wolf's face as if he was accepting him. Yes! Wolf instantly leapt to his paws, a yip springing from his muzzle in excitement. On the opposite side, the wolf turned on his hind legs and vanished into the surrounding trees. Wolf yipped even higher. At last! A fellow wolf! Could he follow? He attentively placed a forepaw on the tarmac, and yelped as the heat seared into him. How could he get across? A mad dash was all that stood in wolf's way.
He hunched his shackles, a tongue lolloping out of his mouth. He could do this. Wolf shook his head as a snide voice in his head said, "Of course you can do this! You're a wolf for fucks sake!" Wolf frowned. What was that loud voice always interrupting his thoughts whenever he was doing something daring…That same voice that urged him to be reckless and brave, even if it meant certain death. Sometimes that voice sounded bitter, sometimes sad, but always angry! Why? He was just a wolf!
Instead of a mad dash, he slinked across when he was certain those weird objects will not come hurtling towards him. On the other side, he quickly picked up the trail. It was clear a nearby tree was scent-marked as the lead-wolf's territory. Of course. Don't fall for that bullshit. There's only one man around and It's you….The wolf cocked his head, puzzled- there was that voice again! What vulgar words it uttered! And it was telling him not to respect the lead wolf? Now this greatly puzzled him.
Wolf sniffed the ground tenderly, his slight ears pricked for the tiniest noise. The smell jumped out at him and keeping his small nose to the floor, he followed, throwing all cautions into the wind to follow his pack-leader. Family, at last.
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Wolf gazed befuddled at the small house before him. It was not extraordinary, You bet, scoffed the voice, which he adamantly ignored. Why was he here? Why had the lead wolf led him here? Something about the area was giving Wolf an un-easy feeling, as if was surrounded by hostile enemies but he just couldn't remember who they were…Mudbloods, a voice whispered in the back of his skull but wolf had no idea what that meant. Was the mud made of blood? He sniffed the nearby soil to be sure…Nope. He sat on his haunches, gazing forlornly up at this strange building, shivering as a breeze twitched a few hairs and again throwing him into complete misery.
Wolf was certain his whole life hadn't been this way. He particularly couldn't remember his birth and sometimes when he was playing with his pack-brothers, he felt terribly alone as if life full of lazy days and munching meat was not what he was meant to do…Wolf shook his fuzzy head. He was tired. His grey eyes slowly closed and the last thing he saw before going under was white clear patio doors gleaming at him.
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Hermione Granger studied pensively at the parchment before her, her mouth setting into a dead-pan scowl. She studied the penmanship even more closely, her eyes tracing the fluid scrawls etched on the paper.
Hermione,
I'm at Ron's place. Come join us! Ron will kill me for this, but I think he misses you…you can tell by the way he gazes at his frilly robes…It's sickening, it is. Going Diagon Alley on Friday- it'll be brilliant if you get here before then.
Harry.
Hermione glared particularly at the words, I'm at Ron's place. Great, so she got invited last, did she? Humph. However another set of words- I think he misses you more than made up for it.
Hermione yawned, stretching away from her desk and instead gazing out into her back garden. Everything looked ordinary. The grass spread evenly across the lawn, the magnolias growing at the side... Hermione's gaze continued until it fell upon another thing that didn't belong there. It looked like a ball of grey matted fur…Wait, grey matted fur? No animal who lived in her neighbourhood was grey! Except that odd feline at number 52. This furball was much bigger and ominous looking. She watched the belly rise softly into the air, before just as slowly sinking back down.
If she wasn't mistaken…it wasn't any domestic animal…In fact a burning suspicion told her that it was wild.
If only she knew how wild...
Hmm, a mysterious wolf in Hermione's back garden...I've dropped some hints to who it may be...or whom, If I want to be "grammatically correct."
Oh, and the pairing of this story is also a dead giveaway..Got it? Thought so.
Authour: (smirks knowingly)
Reader: Huh?
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