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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this little one-shot I wrote. This story is also posted on AO3 under the same username.


War between Man and Wolf had been going on for centuries and always a stalemate between the two sides. No one no longer remembers how the war began all those years ago but it continued to steadily grow worse. Villages were being slaughtered for fun and the Kingdom didn't have enough soldiers to spare for them.

That's where Wolf Slayers come in. They're hired mercenaries used to decrease the wolf population and protect their assigned villages and towns until they are required to leave.

One can recognize a slayer by the stench of blood coating their very person.

The most famous of the Wolf Slayers was The Red Riding Hood or Bloody Red.

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Sixteen year old Harry Potter gazed around the forest for any unwanted visitors. His Red Hooded Cloak standing out between the trees and brush and heavy with the scent of blood. A basket held in one hand while the other was ready to grab one of his rifles at a moments notice.

Harry reached his destination, a small meadow hidden deep within the forest, and began to pick various fruits and berries to bring back home. Not once letting his guard down. Birds chirped loudly and a few deer and their fawns would come to drink from the stream nearby.

It was the complete silence and the feeling of eyes upon his person that made his hair stand on end. Harry discreetly moved his head side to side, checking his surroundings. It got quiet too fast, meaning a predator was nearby. Most likely a wolf.

Harry ignored the basket full of fruit and grabbed both weapons and aimed where he thought he was being watched. Listening carefully, he heard nothing. But that didn't mean something wasn't there watching him.

"Aren't you a long way from home, Darling?" A voice purred behind him, sending chills down Harry's spine.

Harry whirled around to aim his two weapons at the intruder and found himself face to face with a handsome man, looking to be in his late twenties, aristocratic features and bright red eyes that gazed at him with intensity.

Red eyes. Those were the main features to look for a wolf in a human guise.

Harry didn't respond nor ask questions about the wolf's presence. It was kill or be killed when dealing with a wolf. These monsters who were once humans and bitten by another wolf either voluntarily or forced. Over the course of their transformation, the infected would begin to lose their 'humanity' and go on a killing spree.

Willingly hurting those they once considered family, friends, and lovers. It didn't matter to them as long as they could gain some form of entertainment.

Harry wanted to rid the world of these monsters. They killed his Father and Mother, then years later they took his Godfathers, Sirius and Remus, away from him. They ruined lives. That's why he was known as one of the best Wolf Slayers. This wolf would just be another kill to add to his growing tally.

He fired.

The wolf smirked before dodging the bullets, using his advanced speed to get closer to the smaller male aiming to blow his brains out.

Harry cursed. This wolf was almost impossible to kill and he's had some difficult kills before. Unfortunately, the wolf managed to get behind him and twist his right arm back, making him drop his weapon. He tried to raise his left hand behind him and shoot. Alas, the wolf also anticipated that and grabbed his wrist, squeezing hard until he dropped his other weapon.

"Shite." Harry curses again.

The wolf chuckled in amusement. "My, my, such language to come out of that pretty little mouth."

The wolf nuzzles Harry's neck, breathing in the sent of pine, earth, lilies and...blood.

"Are you going to kill me?" Harry growls out.

His heartbeat is racing and he has no doubt that the wolf can hear it.

"Perhaps."

The nonchalant answer makes Harry bristle. He wants nothing more than to put a bullet inbetween the wolf's red eyes.

"No need to fret, Darling, as long as I find you interesting, you will continue to live. You have my word."

Harry scoffs. "Forgive me, if I find it hard to believe your word."

The wolf chuckles seductively. "Of course, who wouldn't find The Bloody Red amusing. You, who has the highest kill rate, even more than that fool Albus Dumbledore."

"I will kill every single one of you monsters." Harry hissed.

"Of course, Darling." The wolf answers amused.

"I'm not your Darling!"

Harry tenses further when the wolf starts to lightly kiss the junction between his neck and shoulder and slowly move up his neck.

"W-what are you doing!?"

"You smell so wonderful. I could just eat you up."

Harry yelped in surprise when the wolf latched upon his neck and began sucking hard. He can't help but gasp in pleasure, but immediately regrets it. If it wasn't for him currently being immobilized by the wolf, Harry would've grabbed his guns to shoot the wolf.

The wolf gives one last lick to the hickey before moving away to see his work. The dark mark stands out agsinst pale and flawless skin. "Mine," he whispers into Harry's ear.

The possessive undertone makes Harry shiver in fear. He's never met a wolf quite like this. "Who are you?"

"Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort."

The wolf - Voldemort - once again nuzzles his neck and Harry can't help but wish it was over. Of all the bloody wolves to meet, it had to be Voldemort. The strongest and most powerful wolf ever to control the wolf packs since Gellert Grindelwald and Salazar Slytherin. No one had ever met Voldemort and lived to tell the tale.

"Voldemort?" Harry whispers in fear. He doesn't even know if he is going to make it out alive. No matter, Harry will die fighting, its just who he is.

"No need to worry, like I said earlier, I won't kill you as long as you continue to hold my attention." Voldemort leans in closer to Harry's ear and whisper. "And believe me, you will never lose my attention. You are mine forever. No matter where you run or hide, I will find you. You. Are. Mine."

Before Harry could respond, he is let go from his immobilized state and is quick to grab his weapons to aim back at Voldemort.

Only the wolf is no longer there.

Harry doesn't stay a minute longer, quick to grab his basket and leave the forest. Red eyes continuing to watch him from afar.


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