Wolf Moon
Wolf Moon
When Albus Dumbledore hires a young, magic-less, werewolf to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts everyone assumes the old goat has finally lost his marbles. But the young werewolf and what he knows may just be the key to helping Harry Potter win the war. Not HBP or DH compliant. Dumbledore bashing, Weasley bashing.
Author's Note: Yeah I know. I'm starting another story. Bad girl, bad! Anyways, this story is dedicated to the love of my life. He's a Harry Potter fan and I discovered his inner animal is the timber wolf. The main character is based entirely off of my boyfriend (names have been changed to protect the not so innocent), if you don't like, don't read.
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Thoughts/dreams/memories.
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Prologue
A young man, seeming to be in his lower to mid-twenties, sat hunched on his barstool at the far end of the bar amongst the shadows. He was in the London, as in England.
He was in a tavern known as the Leaky Caldron. He was waiting for a man called Albus Dumbledore so he could be taken up to a castle called Hogwarts so he could teach defense to a bunch of magically enhanced children.
His girlfriend was right. This was insane.
He took one final swig of his beer before setting money on the bar and rising to leave. The young male was intent on finding his way back to America and his normal life and his girlfriend.
As he was making his way out he stumbled into a man dressed in black robes. The man's hand snapped out and kept him from falling but he immediately jerked it back as if he had touched something vile.
He glared down his hawk-like nose at the shorter male. "Mister Field, I presume." He sneered as her spoke.
Briscoe quirked an eyebrow at that, quite puzzled as to how he managed that. "…Yes." He hesitated in answering the pale man.
"I am Severus Snape. I was sent by Headmaster Dumbledore to bring you to Hogwarts." Snape spoke as he would to an imbecile.
"Ah." Briscoe scowled. He really did not appreciate the man's attitude. "Lead the way then." Damn, so close.
Snape sneered, not that Briscoe was impressed any, and turned towards the door, his robes billowing out like great bat wings. He was vaguely impressed.
Once outside Snape stopped at a plain brick wall and pulled out… a stick.
It took all of Briscoe's self-control not to laugh. Though part of him worried some for the taller man's sanity and his own health for following him. He shrugged slightly. Whatever, you have to die sometime.
He watched as Snape tapped at what seemed to be random bricks in the wall with his stick. Briscoe snickered softly at the thought.
The Potion's Master scowled at him as the bricks folded away of their own accord to create a doorway. The younger man's eyebrows nearly met his hairline. "Cool."
Snape rolled his eyes and swept through the doorway. Briscoe trailed after trying to see everything at once.
Few beings paid any attention to their passage through the streets, though a few witches and fewer wizards eyed the young hazel-eyed brunette with more than a little interest. Not that he noticed.
Briscoe nearly walked into Snape's back when the taller man came to an abrupt stop. He scowled again. "If you would be so kind as to watch where you are walking."
Briscoe glared back. "Yeah well if you would warn people when you're stopping there wouldn't be such a problem."
Snape's fingers twitched against the robe pocket that held his stick. "We will be appearating to Hogsmeade then walking to Hogwarts from there."
"Appearating? Hogsmeade?" Briscoe was interrupted by a low growl.
"I'm surrounded by incompetents." Snape snapped back around and continued walking. Briscoe nearly had to run to catch back up.
The dark man lead the younger male down another street and to an open space guarded by two men in gray robes. They both glared at Snape, who merely swept passed them.
Briscoe nearly ran into him when he came to another abrupt halt. "Dammit, you need break lights or something."
Snape turned around and quirked a sarcastic eyebrow at the shorter man. He gave him no warning when he grabbed his arm. With a soft pop they were both gone.
For what felt like much longer than the few minutes it was, Briscoe felt like he was being squeezed and squashed flat. When they reappeared in a small town that looked to be right out of the middle ages Briscoe had to pause to catch his breath.
"What the hell was that?!" He rushed after Snape tempted to take the taller man down.
"That, Mr. Field, was appearating." Snape continued walking, clueless to the younger man rushing up behind him.
Just as Briscoe was about to launch himself at Snape Hogwarts came into his field of vision in the distance.
It was a huge, no massive, ancient castle. It was beautiful in the light of the setting sun and almost took his breath away. "Amazing." He whispered, his anger at the Potion's Master momentarily forgotten.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Field." The dour man stated with great amounts of sarcasm.
Briscoe glared. "Have you ever considered taking the stick out of your ass?"