Title: The Pack
Rating: R
Pairing(s): none.yet
Warning(s): child abuse (at least the mention of), violence, possible slash later on so if you don't like it, then don't read that part.
Notes- *flashback*
^wolf/dog language, bodily or otherwise ^
'thoughts'
Summary: After going through a strange transformation, Harry is abandoned on a remote island. How will the six year old, malnourished child survive? Will he survive? And what is the pack? Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I wish I did.
* Prologue *
"Hurry and tie him up Vernon, I want to get out of here!" Vernon dumped the small, malnourished body of his six-year-old nephew on the ground by a nearby tree. "It's cold." Before the boy could move, Vernon had one end of the rope he had tied onto a leather collar secured tightly to a thick branch.
"Never again will you burden us you freak!" The boy blinked and tried to stand up. It was no use, the rope was too short. He whined and begged to be untied as his uncle walked back to his aunt. "Maybe if we're lucky the dogs will eat the freak."
The boy watched as the pair walked away quickly. He sniffed and tightened the rope that was around his waist to keep his tattered, baggy pants up. The strange furry tail that jutted out from his rear twitched and curled between his legs. His dog-like ears were flat against his head in fear.
*
Harry had never been a normal child, so therefore he was never treated like one. His parents had been killed, in a car accident his uncle said, and he was forced to live with his relative and their spoiled son Dudley.
He was never treated right; he always got the scraps from the Durselys' meals (never once getting a full plate of untouched food), he was pushed around and hit for the smallest of things (most of which were not his fault).
The last straw came a couple of nights ago when he had 'transformed'-there was no other proper word for it-during the middle of the night. He woke to find himself with excellent, enhanced senses, a furry wolf-like tail, and wolf ears.
When his uncle saw him, he immediately fastened a leather collar around his neck and dragged him out early in the morning to his car. He locked Harry into the trunk as his wife climbed in and they sped away, leaving Dudley with the neighbor.
During the long ride in the trunk of his uncle's car, Harry realized that he could transform fully into a wolf, or just into a sort of hybrid state, half wolf and half human. He decided that he didn't want to incur the mans wrath and quickly returned to his human state, although he still had a tail and ears.
From what Harry could hear outside, he had been brought onto a boat that would carry the car across some body of water. Harry sneezed several times, due to the strange smell in the trunk.
When they finally reached their destination Harry was slightly out of it as his uncle carried him somewhere. His senses were on overload, picking up every sound and smell.until he was roughly dumped on the ground.
*
Harry stripped his pants off and morphed into the hybrid form. He began gnawing on the rope that held him as he sat. He whined pitifully when the rope wouldn't give and began tugging on it.
After what seemed like hours of tugging and jerking, the rope snapped halfway down the middle. Harry leapt away from the branch and barked with joy. He raced off into the woods in the direction his relatives had taken him. When he got to where the car had been parked, he realized with a start that they had already gone.
He whined when he realized that this was it. They weren't coming back for him. He lowered his head sadly and walked off into the woods, the scent of his only blood relatives fading as he got deeper and deeper into the woods. He never once looked back.
TBC
Please, review! My muses need reviews so they can come up with good ideas. Oh, by the way, I got this idea from a movie called 'The Pack'. It was cool, if you like to see some blood and violence..
Oh, and sorry I haven't been able to update. I'm currently using my moms computer (she never does except to write reports) so I'm not gonna take up the precious little memory it has by clogging it up with stories. My computers on the fritz again and my other story chappies are on that. I'll rewrite the chappies for you of I don't get the comp fix by this weekend!
Rating: R
Pairing(s): none.yet
Warning(s): child abuse (at least the mention of), violence, possible slash later on so if you don't like it, then don't read that part.
Notes- *flashback*
^wolf/dog language, bodily or otherwise ^
'thoughts'
Summary: After going through a strange transformation, Harry is abandoned on a remote island. How will the six year old, malnourished child survive? Will he survive? And what is the pack? Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I wish I did.
* Prologue *
"Hurry and tie him up Vernon, I want to get out of here!" Vernon dumped the small, malnourished body of his six-year-old nephew on the ground by a nearby tree. "It's cold." Before the boy could move, Vernon had one end of the rope he had tied onto a leather collar secured tightly to a thick branch.
"Never again will you burden us you freak!" The boy blinked and tried to stand up. It was no use, the rope was too short. He whined and begged to be untied as his uncle walked back to his aunt. "Maybe if we're lucky the dogs will eat the freak."
The boy watched as the pair walked away quickly. He sniffed and tightened the rope that was around his waist to keep his tattered, baggy pants up. The strange furry tail that jutted out from his rear twitched and curled between his legs. His dog-like ears were flat against his head in fear.
*
Harry had never been a normal child, so therefore he was never treated like one. His parents had been killed, in a car accident his uncle said, and he was forced to live with his relative and their spoiled son Dudley.
He was never treated right; he always got the scraps from the Durselys' meals (never once getting a full plate of untouched food), he was pushed around and hit for the smallest of things (most of which were not his fault).
The last straw came a couple of nights ago when he had 'transformed'-there was no other proper word for it-during the middle of the night. He woke to find himself with excellent, enhanced senses, a furry wolf-like tail, and wolf ears.
When his uncle saw him, he immediately fastened a leather collar around his neck and dragged him out early in the morning to his car. He locked Harry into the trunk as his wife climbed in and they sped away, leaving Dudley with the neighbor.
During the long ride in the trunk of his uncle's car, Harry realized that he could transform fully into a wolf, or just into a sort of hybrid state, half wolf and half human. He decided that he didn't want to incur the mans wrath and quickly returned to his human state, although he still had a tail and ears.
From what Harry could hear outside, he had been brought onto a boat that would carry the car across some body of water. Harry sneezed several times, due to the strange smell in the trunk.
When they finally reached their destination Harry was slightly out of it as his uncle carried him somewhere. His senses were on overload, picking up every sound and smell.until he was roughly dumped on the ground.
*
Harry stripped his pants off and morphed into the hybrid form. He began gnawing on the rope that held him as he sat. He whined pitifully when the rope wouldn't give and began tugging on it.
After what seemed like hours of tugging and jerking, the rope snapped halfway down the middle. Harry leapt away from the branch and barked with joy. He raced off into the woods in the direction his relatives had taken him. When he got to where the car had been parked, he realized with a start that they had already gone.
He whined when he realized that this was it. They weren't coming back for him. He lowered his head sadly and walked off into the woods, the scent of his only blood relatives fading as he got deeper and deeper into the woods. He never once looked back.
TBC
Please, review! My muses need reviews so they can come up with good ideas. Oh, by the way, I got this idea from a movie called 'The Pack'. It was cool, if you like to see some blood and violence..
Oh, and sorry I haven't been able to update. I'm currently using my moms computer (she never does except to write reports) so I'm not gonna take up the precious little memory it has by clogging it up with stories. My computers on the fritz again and my other story chappies are on that. I'll rewrite the chappies for you of I don't get the comp fix by this weekend!