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Fenrir Grayback watched the boy weed the front garden of his house, it had been at least an hour and forty-five minutes since the Potter boy had started, but he didn't go into the house to get water or any drink of any kind. The large shirt on the boy clung to his back. Grayback caught a whiff of Harry's sweat mixed with, the coppery smell of, was that blood? Fenrir sure hoped not. He could not stand people who injured pups, even if he detested the pup himself. I don't detest Harry, he seems like a hard-working, shy, polite boy. He would fit in well with my pack, the wolf thought. He shifted in his porch chair trying to get a better look at the boy after all The Dark Lord did send him here to watch Potter, with that pompous prat Lucius Malfoy.

Harry jumped when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. Worried it was his uncle he quickly pulled out a few more weeds, before he realized it was just his new neighbor moving over in his chair. Man, he looks familiar, I just can't place where I've seen him before. Harry wondered a little more about where he had seen him before Harry finally decided to go ask the neighbor. Standing up Harry winced, he must have re-opened his wounds from last night with the quick movement, he looked around to see if any of his "family" were close by. It looked safe so he started towards the man every now and then wincing.

Fenrir sat up, he had been lounging in a chair when the boy had decided to come see him. The smell of blood was defiantly coming from Potter, it got stronger every step he took. When The-Boy-Who-Lived finally got close enough to shake his hand, it was with great care he wiped his filthy hands on his not quite as dirty pants and shook Grayback's hand with a strong grip. Accidentally opening a scab on his wrist.

Harry realized his mistake the moment his hand pulled away "I'm sorry sir, let me take care of that for you." He was worried the man would tell his uncle, but Harry always tried to remedy his mistakes. "Thanks son, that would be most appreciated. What's your name by the way?" Fenrir asked trying his very best to act casual. Harry replied "Harry, sir. Harry Potter. This may sting but don't worry it won't hurt for long after that." "Ok, thanks for letting my know. I'm Gary." After Fenrir said this Potter pulled a small white bottle from his jean pocket and dabbed some of the liquid on the cut then started expertly bandaging the cut.

Harry lifted the sleeve of Gary's shirt to finish tying off the bandage. He was shocked to see scratches and bite marks on the man's arm… WOLF BITE MARKS. "Sir, where did you get these?" Harry asked motioning to the marks. "Oh…" Gary shifted uncomfortably "I- ummm got into a fight." Harry snorted then asked "With what? A bobcat?"

"Yeah, something like that." Gary said.

Harry thought for a bit then decided to take a risk "You know… the moon is going to be full in about two weeks. Come to me if you need anything, alright?"

Grayback thought he understood this cryptic hint and nodded.

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