A/N Harry is called Harrison or Lukas depending on whose speaking. Fellow wolves call him Lukas while wizards call him Harrison.
Harrison's POV
His bag was packed and ready to go. With his birthday right around the corner the dreams would be starting soon. They would decide his position within a clan. As it stood the small pack of strays he collected held many positions. Guardians, protectors. Even a wisdom in the pack. Not one heir or leader though. For the moment he was fulfilling the role of leader.
Toboe a red haired boy with brown eyes said," You're leaving again. Shouldn't you stay? So that you can begin your journey?"
The boy was just a puppy. Not even close to being old enough to through his journey. Tsume had found him abandoned in London trying to scrounge for food. The red head had been so close to starving to death it was a surprise he had made it.
Now almost a year after they had found him the boy had filled out. Once skin and bones now had a healthy amount of muscle. Though he still had his baby face. Likely would for a few more years.
He answered with a jaw cracking yawn," I have to go back. Supposedly we are supposed to have dinner with father tonight. I have been avoiding the man for long enough."
It was true. Apart from his classes with Severus he avoided returning to the manor. Not that his father stayed at the family manor. No he stayed in Slytherin keep. A place that Harrison had only been to once or twice in his life.
Besides he would be back before moon rise tonight. It was the full moon after all. It was the night that all wolves whether lunar or spirit would lay out in the moonlight. To bask and stave off the lunar wasting disease for another cycle. Where packs got together and told stories of old.
Tsume a smokey grey wolf was their story teller. Tonight he had promised to tell them of paradise. Something according to legend only the wolves could find.
Tsume in his dark tanned human form looked at him. As if sensing his thoughts the elder nodded. They would see each other later. No goodbyes were necessary. For it was not the way of the wolf.
He turned and apparated to his manor landing perfectly in the grass. The sun was low in the sky. His nose alerted him to the fact that the house was full. Many humans were in the house no doubt his father's followers.
The doors allowed him to enter easily given who he was. Waves of magic touched his own. It was his father's magic. It checked him in a way for that he never felt before.
He ignored it and made his way to the dinning room. Harrison was late due as this was usual. Halfway down the hallway he remembered his clothing.
Looking down he saw that his black shirt was specked with dirt. His pants had a tear in them. Likely from a branch or thorn catching them. Sighing he summoned a robe from his room. It would have to do for the moment. Making his father wait longer would not be in his best interest.
When he entered the formal dining hall he noticed that he was right. The table was full of death eaters and a handful of their children. A single open chair was at his father's right.
Many of the death eaters sneered at him as he passed. No doubt taking in his rugged appearance. However much to his surprise one did not.
He was a tall man with brown hair and amber eyes. This was not a death eater he recognized. When he scented the air the man's scent marked him as a wolf. Not a spirit wolf like Harrison but a powerful lunar wolf.
Their eyes met. Amber eyes widened. His teeth became barred. Even if he didn't want to admit it this was his home. His territory.
The silent fight for dominance was ended abruptly by his father," Harrison you finally grace us with your presence."
It was a rebuke that made Harrison turn towards his father. The man's red eyes stared at him coldly. Green eyes glared back at him.
Finally he replied," I had a meeting. It ran late."
That was technically true. It was his pack after all. They required him to be there as often as possible. Soon he would be gone for an indeterminable amount of time.
His father said his eyes narrowing at him," Sit down, Harrison."
Harrison did as he was bid. Sitting next to his father. He loaded his plate full of meat.
He could feel the eyes of the lunar wolf on him. Baring his teeth at the man when he looked up. The other wolf returned the sentiment.
His father snapped," Stop acting like an animal, Harrison. Fenrir leave him alone."
That almost made him laugh. If his father knew his secret then the man would find it ironic. Then he would likely kill him. He was the second son and wouldn't likely be the heir.
:No,: he thought. The man wouldn't want him as his heir. Not only was he a spirit wolf but according to his teacher's he was almost a squib.
The only teacher that knew he wasn't was Severus Snape. The potion master had figured it out years ago. Severus had figured out that he was part wolf. It had been not long after Tsume had taken him under his wing.
His nose twitched slightly when a scent wafted by him. It made him look down the table. A man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. The man was like him. A wolf hidden in plain sight. By his scent he didn't run under the moon in a long.
Then he turned back to his food. The steak on his plate was medium rare. He would rather have it rare but in this situation it wasn't possible.
The meal passed with him listening in on conversations but not putting his two cents in. Pettigrew was apparently acting as a spy against the light. His animagus form coming in handy for wanting to hide. Severus also was a spy but he didn't elaborate on it.
His thoughts wandered to the night that would soon fall. Story telling had been part of their pack from the beginning. At first it had been just him. A lone wolf looking for some place to belong.
In truth that wasn't fair. There was one he called his brother but that wolf had disappeared years ago. Given the time frame he knew it was the elder's journey.
Tsume had found him roaming the forest outside his manor. They had brawled for a short while before the elder wolf won out. Like himself Tsume was a lone wolf. Instead of taking over the territory however he decided to stay and look after Harrison. The others had come later but they were no less welcome.
Suddenly he felt all eyes on him and he stiffened. It took all of his control not to bare his teeth. He hated stares they made him feel caged.
His father asked from next to him," What do you think on the topic Harrison?"
He thought back to what they had been talking about. Only half listening he didn't know the full argument but he had heard the word wolves. This would be a question that would have to be dealt with delicately. Otherwise he risked revealing his true nature.
He answered honestly but at the same time tactfully," I wasn't listening father. Explain."
An amused snort came from the lunar wolf called Fenrir. If he got the chance he was going to kill the elder wolf. He would be a threat to his hidden position here.
His father oblivious to his thought replied," We were speaking of the wolves and their disappearance. How only a few werewolves are left. That wolves are considered extinct by both muggles and wizards alike."
Again Harrison wanted to snort. Wolves supposedly extinct because of the humans nature. First they had taken the lunar flowers from them. Then they had experimented on wolves. Most of the time the wolves they experimented on were never heard from again. Humans were searching for a way to find paradise.
So the spirit wolves went into hiding. Hiding themselves away from those who sought to use them.
He answered his mind wandering," Wolves supposedly went extinct almost a hundred years ago. While there is no proof of this that is what is accepted in both magical and muggle world's. What do we actually know about the wolves to make such a claim? Just because we don't see them doesn't mean they aren't out there. Isn't that right, Fenrir?"
The lunar wolf just looked at him. As did everyone else. He hated it.
His father leaned on his open palm as he said," An interesting ideal, Harrison. What do you think of the stories that only wolves can find paradise?"
Paradise... That was a word he hated now. Kiba had spoken of paradise. He wanted to find it. In truth Harrison couldn't careless about paradise. His place was with his pack.
Harrison said his gaze still distant," Paradise... it's a fools dream. If wolves have gone extinct that means the road to paradise is gone. Why search for something that is gone?"
It was gone. No wolf knew how to find the road to paradise. It was just a fools dream.
He looked down at his plate noticing it was empty. Turning to his father he asked," May I be excused?"
It was just a curtousy. He could feel the call of the moon already. Soon the moon would rise. It was time for him to leave. Fenrir had too reached his feet. No doubt ready to run out under the moonlight.
His father nodded and allowed him to leave. Fenrir was right behind him. They went out to the the manor's grounds.
He put up privacy and silencing wards as he said," Alright lunar. You know what I am as I know what you are. What do you want?"
Fenrir answered looking him up and down," You are pretty small for a spirit wolf. What are you a runt of your pack?"
Harrison bared his teeth in reply. He knew he was small for his age. It wasn't his fault but that of his family.
The lunar continued," Run with your pack runt. We will speak at a later time."
He growled but he was planning to do just that. Though he hated the name runt. Without another word he apparated out of there and back to his pack grounds.
Marvolo's POV
Two years of barely seeing his children he expected them to be at dinner. Damien was on time as he expected. The boy had black hair and grey eyes that were common in the Black blood in him.
What he didn't expect was that his younger son wasn't there. In fact the wards showed that the boy wasn't even in the manor. No one could tell him where the boy was.
When dinner rolled around his followers were all on time. Even Fenrir Greyback. The only werewolf alpha that was on his side. Only one pack.
His mind turned to the wolves. It was said that wolves were extinct. That's what people said but when he looked at the werewolf he didn't believe it. Wolves were still out there just hidden in plain sight.
Then the wards alerted him to the fact that his son had arrived. Casting a wandless wordless tempus noting the boy was twenty minutes late.
Harrison came in. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Both were dirty and the pants were torn. At least he was wearing robes.
What caught his eyes was the way he and Fenrir were baring their teeth at each other. They were acting like a pair of wolves. Fenrir he could understand. He was a wolf. Harrison was not.
He snapped," Harrison you finally grace us with your presence."
The boy snapped his head over to see him. The rebuke obvious. Green eyes glared at him.
Finally he replied," I had a meeting. It ran late."
The boy was telling the truth. Then again it didnt answer where he had been. For the moment he let it go.
He said," Sit down, Harrison."
Harrison did as he was bid. The boy put only meat on his plate. Something bothered him about it. When he looked up from his own plate Harrison and were back to baring his teeth. Not this again. They were acting like animals.
He snapped," Stop acting like an animal, Harrison. Fenrir leave him alone."
Both of them looked away. It was like rebuking children. What was with his son? He should know better.
During the meal they began the discussion on wolves. Fenrir put his input here and there. Even being a werewolf he didn't know much about the other kind of wolf.
Spirit wolves were the lesser known kind of wolf. Most wizards had thought they were animagi. They weren't however. Instead they were wolves who took on human form.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Malcolm pale. Malcolm was the middle son of the Greengrass family. He was also the youngest healer in the world. Malcolm seemed unusually worried. He would have to look into it.
He asked honestly wanting his son's opinion," What do you think on the topic Harrison?"
The boy looked at him with a strange look. His son said honestly," I wasn't listening father. Explain."
He heard to his annoyance a snort from Fenrir. The boy gave him a killing look.
Then Marvolo," We were speaking of the wolves and their disappearance. How only a few werewolves are left. That wolves are considered extinct by both muggles and wizards alike."
His son wasn't around much and so it was hard to know where the boy stood. Many of his men didn't like the hunt for the wolves. It seemed to them a fool's errand. Yet the Dark Lord knew it wasn't. Wolves were still out there and hunting for paradise. He wanted to know what his son thought.
The boy said," Wolves supposedly went extinct almost a hundred years ago. While there is no proof of this that is what is accepted in both magical and muggle world's. What do we actually know about the wolves to make such a claim? Just because we don't see them doesn't mean they aren't out there. Isn't that right, Fenrir?"
Interesting ideals. It seemed like his son knew that Fenrir was a werewolf.
He said," An interesting ideal, Harrison. What do you think of the stories that only wolves can find paradise?"
Harrison's eyes glazed over in a familiar fashion. It was of someone who was lost in thought.
Harrison said his gaze still distant," Paradise... it's a fools dream. If wolves have gone extinct that means the road to paradise is gone. Why search for something that is gone?"
What an interesting sentiment. Like someone who knew what he was talking about. Then it was as if a light had been switched.
The boy asked," May I be excused?"
Marvolo watched as his son and Fenrir left. It was suspicious but for the moment he let them leave. Fenrir would give him a report later.