Authors note: So, I had promised to do a one-shot for a friend in exchange for a pencil to use. Was it worth it? You decide ;P
And by the way, I have no idea what business lions get up to. They deserve their privacy, dammit! Therefore, out of respect of lions and their privacy, I did not research them before writing this.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
Harry was running away.
He was sick of being the lowest ranking member in the pride. Just because he wasn't the strongest, didn't mean he didn't have his uses! He was fast, a skill he was currently demonstrating as he ran away from the pack of fellow lions he had lived with his whole life in the dead of night. Harry used to be one of the highest ranking members, the leader's son actually, before his parents died.
James had been sleeping, when Vernon had sneaked up to him and attacked him. James was stronger, but Vernon had gotten a bite in at his throat, which had bled continuously. He lost the fight, and his life because of that wound. Lily had died after that shortly; she hadn't eaten anything out of sorrow and starved to death. Of course the pride protested to Vernon's sneaky move, but after several of the bolder pack members had been sat on, most quieted down.
Harry had been treated little better than a slave then, and had gotten the least amount of food after hunts.
'And they wonder why I'm not strong.' Harry grumbled, as well as one can grumble in a thought.
'I'll run to…honestly, I don't know where to go. But I'll cross over the pride's territory, and that'll be enough. Maybe then I can join another pride, or just be a lone lion. Wolfs aren't the only animals that get to have the esteemed title of 'Lone'. I can be 'Lone' too!'
And with this encouraging (slightly demented) thought, Harry increased his pace. He could pass the territory boundary within an hour if he kept this up.
And so he ran.
He ran for hours and hours, only stopping when he was too tired, and his paws were too sore to continue on any longer.
Harry, panting heavily, staggered over to a river he had stopped near. He leaned over and took great big laps of water with his tongue, nearly falling in at his eagerness to hydrate himself.
'I'm so hungry. And tired. I believe that I could've ran away more prepared than this. Who just runs off in the middle of the night? I should have taken some meat. There was plenty of left over zebra.'
As Harry was thinking about all the things he could have done to have been more prepared, he thought he felt himself being watched. He glanced around, suddenly realizing that he was sitting in the open.
'Wow, I should really find a bush or something to hide in. Quickly.'
Harry dragged himself away from the river, and ran over to a large piece of shrubbery. Before he quite managed to get there, he was tackled by something-something heavy.
"Rawr! Let me go! RAWR!"
Harry roared with all his might, and tried to wiggle his way out from under his attacker. However he was stopped by the "something" on top of him gnawing on his ear.
'Wait-what?'
Harry stopped struggling, and tried to turn himself around. He was successful, and looked up.
There was a large man on top of him, wearing naught but a lion cloth. Harry hoped dearly that it wasn't made out of real lion. The large man started growling and making weird yelping noises. 'Is he trying to communicate with me? Does he have a hairball?' Harry was confused.
The large man pointed to himself and said, "DRACO."
He pointed to Harry, and said, "PET. ME COMB YOUR MANE. IT LOOK CRAZY."
Harry once again struggled.
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