Devil May Cry
September 18th 1985.
Living at Number 4 Privet Drive for a while, or Privet Drive at all, you would find it was a perfectly normal neighborhood— Nothing strange or unusual. On the very rare day where something odd happened, you'd find yourself on the soonest flight to Alaska.
However, these very rare days of unusual happenings, were not that rare for a certain resident of Privet Drive. Namely Harry James Potter, and at the age of five, he couldn't get on a plane to Alaska, much to his 'family's' disdain. So, the next best option was kicking him outside for the night.
So that's precisely what they did. But just incase, so no neighbor would realize they were anyway connected with someone who would do something unusual, they would take Harry to the Park. Which of course much to the Dursley's convenience backed on to a forest. So walking a while into the forest, Mr. Dursley, who had now tired himself out, dropped Harry into a huge puddle of mud, and told Harry sternly "You're to stay here all night, and then come home in time so my breakfast is ready and waiting. Got it Boy?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry answered.
So Mr. Dursley waddled off to his expensive car, and went back to his perfectly normal family— thank you very much, — and enjoyed a nice normal night with his family.
And somewhere in the distance of Mr. Dursley's nice and normal night, a scared little boy sat in the middle of a dark forest, as the full moon rose, and a howl rang threw this dark forests trees.
After a while, the little boy who was in this dark forest fell into an uneasy sleep, dreams of flashes of green had always plagued his dreams. And this night was no exception.
Fenrir Greyback dusted off his robes, it was unlucky he hadn't made it to his targets house in time, he really had wanted to turn that Drill Company Mans son into a werewolf off after the man— Dursley, he believed his name was. Sighing, he was about to apparate when his heightened senses picked up the sent of a little boy.
Curiosity overwhelming him, he walked for a bit when he saw him. Curled up into a little ball for warmth, this little boy looked frail and ill. The boy must have heard him, because his eyes snapped open, green met amber, and eyes filled with curiosity the little boy asked "Who are you?"
"Fenrir Greyback." Fenrir replied truthfully.
"Oh." The little boy answered. Moving his hand threw his hair, the little boys bangs moved into all different directions.
And then Fenrir Greyback realized that the boy infront of him was much more than an average kid. He was Harry James Potter. The boy-who-lived.
Chapter finished.
This is my Harry James Greyback challenge.
If you want to go threw with this challenge you must:
Use this first chapter as a prologue,
Harry must become a werewolf,
Fenrir raises Harry,
And Sirius needs to be freed from Azkaban shortly after Harry is discovered missing (Why is up to you).
Also write: Harry James Greyback Challenge is summary or some mention in disclaimer or something like that.