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"Shields are up," an eighteen year old Harry James Potter murmured quietly. What did the Winchesters mean by a "dangerous creature roaming around our area" when they could've just put up the defenses themselves? Besides, it wasn't the full moon today, rather the complete opposite. In the darkness, Harry couldn't spot the new moon. Sighing and rubbing his eyes tiredly, he made another thick layer of shields and decided to scout to see if this mysterious creature was really worth an hour and a half at one in the morning. Who, knows, maybe it was made up? In Harry's book, the only creatures that Harry deemed dangerous against were Dementors, dragons, fully-grown Blast-Ended Skrewts and probably Acromantulas. Sighing in annoyance, Harry stalked off to the nearby forest of the house.
The forest wasn't really a special one. Trees, plants and bushes grew all over the place in one disorganized manner. Some weeds here and there that Harry, in his bored state, had pulled them out for the sake of the flowers and plants growing all over the grass. A smile crossed his face as a gentle breeze whipped around him, disappearing as quick as it went. Making a noise of disappointment, Harry set off to find the mysterious creature.
A rustle in the bushes sent Harry with his stomach on the ground, wand and eye pointed in the direction of the noise. With his breathing still miraculously even, a deep growl to the opposite direction sent Harry twisting. This time, his back was on the large trunk of a tree and his wand trained on the other patch of bushes. Quivering slightly as the atmosphere dropped tenfold, Harry strained his ears to catch anything peculiar.
Suddenly, a large brown blur had chosen to attack him. Not uttering one sound, Harry kicked the feral beast hard on the stomach and shot a stunning spell at it. As the creature raised its head, not even affected, Harry realized that this may be the danger the Winchesters were talking about. Harry threw in a few more spells, but it took about six or seven give or take for it actually to show a scratch. Stuffing his wand in his boot, he realized there was only one thing to do: show the animal that he didn't want to harm him. Harry held his arms in surrender, but when he did, the creature attacked. Even though he was mildly shocked, his reflexes had him bounding towards the right, feinting it perfectly and then scrambling to the left. The creature, obviously confused, charged again to the slim boy.
Harry snagged a branch from the tree and readied his plan while he fell into a defensive position. Angering the wild beast further as Harry looked nonchalant, he spectacularly went for the eighteen year old immediately. Smirking as it bared its teeth, Harry broke another bundle of branches and placed them under the roof of its mouth and on its tongue.
The creature was angry, that was for sure, and Harry knew that it had no mercy. Obsidian black eyes stared at him underneath the mutt's shaggy fur, and while it was pleading, it also showed that he had vowed to kill the person who would remove him from his mouth's bonds. Harry scrambled to collect a few rocks he could use against the untamed animal. Cursing slightly, Harry raised the rock and then threw it at the creature's head, effectively knocking it out. Sighing in relief, Harry patted his leg to make sure his wand was still there and walking towards his opponent, lifted it in his arms. Removing the branches, Harry checked to make sure there were no more. He kind of felt bad that he had to knock it unconscious. Harry then walked to the Winchester's estate, deciding that he'll apparate when the Winchesters could breathe.
See what Harry did wrong there? Waiting, removing the mutt of its twigs, and lifting it into his arms.
The creature's eyes had snapped open and he bit the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry, who has learned at a young age to never scream, bit his lip, staggering while the mutt died in his arms, reduced to fine ash. He hit a tree and the world gradually started getting darker. His last thought was,
Hmm, Winchesters, eh? Reminds me of ... Harry's eyes widened to the size of saucers. One of the greatest Death Eater families! With that thought, he was unwillingly thrust into the arms of the dark.
So... I feel kind of guilty for writing my first slash and it had to be... this pairing. I feel so bad, but it feels good reading. Ugh, help? Tell me whether or not I should continue. This is scaring me, but I think it's a kind of phase in my adolescence or something.
Review? Did I do good or bad or maybe my nerves of writing this story mess it up? Or should I just take it down because it's THAT bad?