The Pack

Chapter 1

So I don't really have much of an idea of where this is going to go. This first chapter has been in the process of writing for quite sometime. I know for sure that it will be a HP/TR friendship or/and romance. Depends where it goes. Hopefully I'll finish it. :)

Caution: Potential slash, AU, previously evil people considered good, past child neglect/abuse - nongraphic -, lots of OCs, etc.

Enjoy! (Please review and give me your thoughts!)

Fenrir Greyback trudged through his camp, lost in his thoughts, but ever aware of his surroundings. The full moon had been the previous night. As always, the pack had changed together. The orphaned pups had, under Angelus and Hekate's careful watch, joined them for the first time since being found. Fenrir smiled grimly. It had gone very well, despite the pitiful cries of the young wolves, wanting their parents. Damn wizards.

"Fenrir!" The werewolf spun around to see Chloris running frantically toward him. "A wounded wizard showed up! He was sent by Remus. Delia asked me to bring you."

Fenrir was already jogging towards the meeting tent. Luckily it was nearby. He opened the flap for Chloris before darting in. A young boy - he couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen years old - was leaning against the tent post. Blood was trickling down his face and he looked ill. Delia was talking to him, her auburn eyes flashing with fury. "What is going on?" Fenrir snarled, eyeing the young wizard warily.

"P-please, sir, help-" the boy gasped for air, his whole body shaking - "help R-Remus. He said you could help."

"Where is he, boy?" Fenrir growled.

"H-Hogwarts."

"Hunters?"

"I-I think so," the boy said, his words becoming weaker and slurred. "There were s-six of them. They were after R-Remus. S-Sirius...s-still with...him."

"Stupid wolf," Delia muttered quietly. She looked at her alpha. "How many should we send?

"Lykos's pack," Fenrir barked. "I'll handle the boy."

"Th-thank you," the boy whispered hoarsely before collapsing.

Delia quickly left the tent just as Angelus and Aglaia rushed in. "Where is the wizard?" Aglaia said angrily. "Is anyone hurt?"

"Where are the pups?" Fenrir said coldly, his eyes still on the fallen boy.

"With Hekate," Angelus said before seeing the human child.

He rushed forward, rolling the boy onto his back. As Angelus checked the boy's pulse, Fenrir said, "That would be the wizard. He hasn't harmed anyone. Remus sent him to get help or, more likely, for us to help the boy. I doubt Remus wants our aid."

Aglaia sniffed. "Idiot. Hunters?"

"Most likely. The boy was caught in the cross-fires, apparently."

"Aglaia, a hand, please?" Angelus said urgently.

She walked forward, glaring at the boy, and handed the hand-woven bag to her fellow healer. She reluctantly knelt as well. From the bag, Angelus retrieved bandages and some cleansing oils. "Make sure he lives," Fenrir said, glaring firmly at Aglaia.

"As you say, Alpha," she said curtly.

With one more warning look, he left the tent just in time to see Remus Lupin jogged toward him, a little worse for wear. His black robes were torn and bloodied, but, from the smell, Fenrir knew it was someone else's blood. "Where is he?" Remus said, his voice panicky when he caught sight of his sire.

Fenrir growled softly, causing the younger man to stop in his tracks. "Why did you send him here, after all these years?" Fenrir asked acidly.

Remus glared. "I told him to get help. I have no bloody clue how he found you. I would never send a child here."

"You are no longer welcome!" a woman shouted.

Aglaia strode forward, head held high. "The boy is in need of care. You are not. Leave."

"I-"

Sparing only a slight glance for her alpha, the stern woman interrupted, "Our pups are sacred, or have you forgotten? To abuse them is an unforgivable offense. To let them be abused is almost as terrible. Leave. You are no longer welcome. The boy will be released back to you if he so wishes and we deem it safe, after he has healed."

"What-"

"Leave," Fenrir said coldly, turning his back on the other man.

Fenrir could hear Lykos's pack growling deep in their throats. No one in their right mind would stay. Apparently Remus still had common sense. Fenrir heard him running away. Idiot.

"Aglaia, what kind of abuse?" Fenrir asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"From what we can tell, it is mostly malnourishment and immense lack of sleep," Aglaia said promptly as she led him back to the meeting tent.

"Mostly?"

"There have been some previous physical injuries, but they could be from normal, childish adventures."

"When will he wake?"

"He needs sleep. Even before being attacked, he was exhausted. It may take a few days."

Fenrir took deep, calming breaths before replying, "I hope the wait isn't too long."

Harry groaned softly as his eyes opened. The bright light increased his head-ache. Cautiously, he sat up and looked around. He was in a small, unfamiliar room. The walls looked to be made of logs, as was the ceiling.

Harry frowned, trying to recall what had happened. Visiting Hogwarts, seeing Dumbledore and the...aha! The attack. Harry's eyes widened. Where were Sirius and Remus?

"You're awake, I see."

Harry jumped, his hand instantly flying to the locket around his neck that should have been hidden by his robes. To his surprise, he was shirtless, but at the current moment, it didn't matter. The black-haired, tanned man in the doorway chuckled quietly at his obvious panic. "I am not here to harm you, pup."

Pup...Werewolves! He remembered now. He had gone to the werewolf pack for help. "Where's Remus?" Harry blurted.

The man's small smile morphed into a scowl. "He is not here, but he should be safe."

Harry relaxed. "Thank you."

The man shook his head. "We did what was necessary, but never mind that now. Your name is Harry Potter, correct?"

"Y-yes, sir," Harry stammered.

"The scar gave it away," the man explained. "I am Angelus Blackpaw. I'll have none of this 'sir' business. You're in uncivilized territory now. Anything other than 'Angelus' makes me feel normal."

"Er, nice to meet you, Angelus," Harry said politely.

The man - Angelus - smiled warmly. "Relax, Harry. Despite the rumors, we don't eat children."

"Unless they're naughty," another voice said teasingly.

A small woman with a similar face structure as Angelus slipped into the room. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Hekate," Angelus scolded, "don't scare the poor boy. Harry, this is my sister, Hekate. Hekate, you already have seen Harry."

"It is good that you are awake, little one," Hekate said cheerfully. "We worried about you. Now then, Angelus, be a dear and find Fenrir. I'll take care of Harry."

After a hesitant glance toward Harry, Angelus left the room. Hekate, when her brother was out of earshot, addressed Harry, "When did you meet a basilisk?

Harry tensed. It was an innocent question, but..."How did you know?"

"I can learn many things from a person's body. Yours has remnants of basilisk venom that is too preserved to be anything but from the source."

Looking down, Harry admitted, "It was in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts. The heir of Slytherin made it attack me." Harry shuddered. "Before I could stop it, it bit me."

"How did you survive?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably, refusing to say anything. Luckily for him, he was saved by the arrival of Angelus, followed by another man and a woman. Harry recognized the two unknown people from when he had delivered his message. The man had greying hair, but looked agile and well-muscled. The woman was tall and thin, with short brown hair and olive-colored skin.

"Harry," Angelus said, taking a step toward the teen, "this is my alpha, Fenrir Greyback, and his beta, Delia Moonstreak."

Before Harry could say anything, the regal man - Fenrir said gruffly, "How are you affiliated with Remus Lupin?"

"He was one of my dad's best friends," Harry said meekly.

"Did he raise you?"

"No."

"Who did, then?"

"The Dursleys...Er, my mum's sister and her family, until Sirius adopted me."

Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "You were raised by muggles? No wonder you aren't afraid of us." The last part was muttered.

"If you wanted to kill me, you'd have already done so," Harry said, shrugging.

"Why did Sirius Black abuse you?" Delia snapped impatiently.

"What? Sirius didn't abuse me," Harry said, alarmed by how the conversation was going. "I'm not abused."

"You are malnourished," Hekate said firmly.

"That's not Sirius's fault!" Harry protested. "I just don't eat a lot!"

"It is a guardian's responsibility to keep their charge in good health," Delia said coldly. "Failure to do so is abuse in our eyes."

"But Sirius doesn't know a thing about keeping someone healthy!" Harry tried again.

"Then he isn't fit to be a guardian," Hekate said.

"He's better than the Dursleys," Harry muttered.

Realizing what he had just said, Harry's eyes widened. The men, who hadn't spoken after the two women had ganged up against Harry, stiffened. Angelus's face lost its calculating look and, instead, looked suspicious. "What did the Dursleys do to you, pup?"

"Nothing," Harry said too quickly.

The boy cursed inwardly at his slip-up. Fenrir took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. Harry shrunk from his intense gaze. "You aren't lying," the werewolf said softly, everyone's eyes fixed on him. "But you're hiding something...You say that they did 'nothing'...I see. They literally did nothing. They didn't care for you, did they? But they didn't physically harm you. They did not treat you as a child, did they? And then came Sirius Black. Despite his obvious lack in parenting skills, living with him seemed amazing. After all, you were used to taking care of yourself. Idiotic pup." The last part was said in a growl.

Harry flinched. He was unsure of what to say. The alpha wolf was right. "But I can take care of myself," Harry said, his voice quivering. "I was fine without Sirius being a parent."

Delia laughed humorlessly. "You are malnourished, stressed, on your breaking point. Add on that many people want to kill you, I would say that you can't take care of yourself."

"What are you going to do with me?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject.

"The issue will not be permanently evaded," Fenrir said before answering, "For your recovery, you will stay here."

"And after?"

"That will depend on you. Now rest."

"Do you think he's awake?"

"Sh! Not so loud!"

"Look who's talking, idiot."

"Sh!"

"Sh!"

"Sh!"

Harry tried hard not to laugh as he sat up, stretching. The three young children surrounding the bed stared at him, their identical blue eyes comically wide. Offering a polite smile, Harry asked, "Who are you?"

The only girl of the group took authority. Climbing on the bed and sitting on his knees, she held out a hand. "I'm Helene Softheart. It's nice to meet you. I'm seven!"

Shaking her tiny hand gently, Harry replied, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Harry. Who are your friends?"

Helene wrinkled her nose adorably. Harry tried hard not to laugh. "They're my brothers," she said.

The boys jumped on the bed, giving her dirty looks. Turning to Harry, they grinned cheerfully. "I'm Hector," the one on the right said. "That's Helios. We're tril - triple - tri-"

"Triplets, dumb-head," his brother said, snickering.

Looking them over, Harry realized that they did, indeed, look related. While Helios was the only one with curly hair, all of them sprouted golden locks.

"Helene! Hector! Helios!"

All three children shrieked and rolled off the bed, landing on their bottoms. They stood and quickly darted for the door, only to be stopped by a tall, blond-haired man. Changing tactics abruptly, they hung their heads in identical shows of guilt. He rolled his eyes, apparently not falling for it. "You three," he ordered, "find Hekate and apologize for leaving! Go!"

As fast as their feet could take them, they ran out the door.

At the appearance of an adult, Harry froze. His heart hammered loudly in his chest. Harry swallowed when the man turned his auburn eyes on him. The man's stern face melted into a friendly smile. "Good morning, Harry. I am Damon. Those little devils were my children. You'll be seeing more of them. Welcome to the camp."

"Er, thank you, sir," Harry said nervously.

Shaking his head, Damon said, "Angelus was right. You are too polite, especially for a human. Call me by my given name."

Harry nodded, not fully trusting his voice. The man, despite his friendly manner, was intimidating. "Relax, pup," Damon said, flashing his white teeth in an animalistic smile. "We don't eat children...just sometimes bite them."

"That isn't what scares me," Harry muttered, his bright green eyes watching Damon cautiously.

Chuckling softly, Damon beckoned. "Let's get you up and something to eat. Later I will give you a tour of the camp."

Harry tried to get out of the bed. The room spun momentarily and his heart pounded loudly. He closed his eyes, his hand going instinctively to his locket. Warmth spread from his fingers to his whole body. He sighed and opened his eyes, fully rejuvenated. "Hey, what is that locket?" Damon asked, eying it suspiciously. "It kept on tightening when we tried to take it off you."

Harry's hand tightened protectively over his treasure. "It's…very important to me, but I swear it isn't harmful."

"Alright, kiddo, but try to be careful around magical artifacts. You never really know. Now, let's see what Ianthe has cookin'."

So that's basically the 'hi! Welcome to camp!' Next chapter maybe Tom will decide to make an appearance. Maybe. :) Don't forget to review!