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Chapter One!
Harry Potter was seriously freaking out.
All he had done was take the Dursley's trash out to the wheelie bin, and had just thrown the full garbage bag in, when he heard a deep, ominous growling coming from the hedges that lined the Dursley's obsessively clean driveway, making Harry instantly freeze.
Terror was all that he could feel, and that went up about a thousand notches when the growling thing stepped out from behind the hedge.
It was a werewolf.
A fucking werewolf.
And looking at it, he instantly knew that it was in no way Remus Lupin.
For one thing, this wolf was about twice the size of Remus in werewolf form, and was completely white, while Remus had been a muddy brown.
Taking a step back even though his mind was screaming 'don't move, you fucking idiot', Harry watched terrified as the werewolf took a few more step's forward before stopping, but still kept up the evil sounding growling.
The wolf looked familiar, and finally, Harry's brain kicked in enough to supply him with a name.
Fenrir Greyback.
The wolf's picture had been in the daily prophet last year during the paper's yearly updates of still wanted dangerous criminal's and magical creatures, with a warning to run like hell if you came face to face with this wolf, and to not even consider trying to fight it.
Harry did not think it possible, but his terror went up a few more notches.
Harry could not stop the whimper that left his lips as he slowly started to inch back to the door of Number 4.
That was when the wolf pounced, and knocked Harry off of his feet.
Before Harry could do anything, like reach for his wand tucked into the waistband of his pyjama pants, the wolf gave a vicious snarl and clamped down onto Harry's right arm.
Harry thought his famous luck had kicked in when the wolf did not reach his skin through the thick jumper that he was wearing, but that thought was almost immediately discredited when Fenrir ripped the sleeve viciously with his huge fangs, and at the sight of skin, ignoring Harry who was using his other arm to beat the wolf around the head, latched down again with a snarl.
Harry howled with pain as the teeth sunk into his skin, tearing through flesh and muscle, spilling his blood, stopping only when the teeth neared the bone.
Fenrir held on for a bit as Harry whimpered in pain, not being able to stop the tear's from forming and falling down his face, slobbering into the wound.
Harry was in too much pain to think, and when the wolf finally let go, Harry felt too weak to do anything, but he still scrambled back, stopping only when he reached the front step below the Dursley's front door.
He watched the wolf warily as it licked Harry's blood from his muzzle and paw's and just stared at Harry unblinkingly, before turning and trotting away, looking almost happy, for some unknown reason to Harry.
Once the wolf had disappeared, Harry still sat their for almost five more minutes before pulling himself out of his stupor and scrambling to his feet, his left hand clenching his heavily bleeding right arm.
Making his way into the house, Harry used his shirt to make sure that he did not bleed on the Dursley's floor as he really did not need for them to start into him.
Harry snuck past them in the lounge room as they watched some new action movie on their loud new entertainment system, probably not having even heard Harry scream in pain.
He made his way upstairs and then locked himself into the bathroom before frantically getting out the fully stocked first aid kit, thankful to his aunt for the first time in his life that she was a serious hypochondriac and always keeping the kit fully stocked, even with stuff that they did not need.
Harry got out bandages, gauze, antiseptic liquid, cotton balls and a small white bandage clip before getting out the needles from the sink's bottom cabinet usually used for digging out splinters and things, and got out some special sewing silk used at hospitals', as his aunt was EXTREAMLY paranoid.
After putting his bleeding arm under the cold tap water and barely stopping himself from screaming, letting out only a couple of whimpers, Harry threaded a needle with the silk, and then checked the medicine cabinet, knowing he should have checked earlier, but in his defence, he was not thinking clearly.
After rummaging around, Harry found his Uncles old painkillers from when he had broken his leg a couple of months ago, the bottle almost full.
Quickly swallowing two, Harry waited five minutes for them to kick in, before grabbing the bottle of antiseptic, and before he could chicken out, poured it on his arm.
The painkillers extremely helped, but it still took every ounce of his considerable will to stop himself from screaming his throat raw.
He waited until the throbbing had finally died down before grabbing the threaded needle, sitting on the floor, put a damp washcloth between his teeth, and got to work sewing up the deep gashes on his arm.
It was almost as painful as crucio, put the washcloth stopped him from screaming, and almost twenty minutes later, Harry had finally finished sewing his skin up tightly.
He then put his arm underneath the tap water again to get rid of all the blood, and when his arm was clean, Harry carefully dried it with another washcloth.
That done, Harry wrapped a layer of gauze around his arm before grabbing the bandage roll he had gotten from the kit earlier, Harry wrapper up his arm with it before using the bandage clip to hold it in place.
Harry then got to work cleaning the bathroom up and only snuck back to his room when it was a pristine white again with not a single thing out of place, the trash and bloody washcloths going with Harry back to his bedroom, the bottle of painkillers in his hand as well.
Once he was in the safety of his room, he looked at a still sleeping Hedwig before crawling into his bed.
Cradling his still painful arm, Harry thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but he was thankfully wrong when the painkiller's forced him into a beautifully dreamless sleep.
Harry woke up slowly, his entire body aching, the sunlight shining through the window right into his eyes.
Groggily wondering why he felt so sore and why his arm felt like it had met a blender, last night's happening's slammed into his head, making his breathing pick up until he was sure that he was hyperventilating.
Forcing himself to stop, Harry slowly sat up and popped a painkiller into his mouth, thankful when it started to kick in almost immediately and the pain in his body dulling considerably, letting him actually think something other then 'ow, ow, pain, ow, ow, Pain, ow, ow, PAIN!!!!!'
Truthfully, Harry wanted to just go straight into denial and pretend absolutely nothing had happened, but that was not the kind of person that he was.
He knew what would happen in exactly twenty-three day's time, when the full moon rose into the air.
He would be turning into a werewolf.
A BLOODY WEREWOLF!
That was when Harry decided that he deserved just a teensy little breakdown, and finally let himself cry, which he had managed to stop himself from doing since he woke up.
The next few days' Harry spent just laying on his bed, either sleeping or doing absolutely nothing until he was sick of feeling sorry for himself, and decided that it was time to move on with his life.
Harry was to go back to Hogwarts for his sixth year in a month and a half, and he had a lot to do.
He in no way planned to have his life end in the fight with Voldemort, hell; he didn't particularly want to fight the wizard either.
Every single person in the wizarding world just assumed that he was on the light side just because of who he was, and while that was not true, he was not really on the dark side either.
He liked to think of himself more as on the grey side.
But now that he was a dark creature, the light side would shun him, yet still expect him to save their lives even after turning their backs on him, just like they had done at least twice before, and that would only happen if he told someone.
He was positive that if he told Dumbledoor what had happened, then the news would 'somehow' become known to everyone, and the old goat would of course not know anything about it, even if he was the only person that Harry told.
No, he would not take that risk.
This curse now had him firmly on the dark side and kind of in Voldemort's corner, but that did not mean that he would fight for the man.
No, Harry wanted to stay out of this war, but supported Voldemort, because if the light side won, then the discrimination against werewolves and dark creatures would undoubtedly get so much worse.
It all boiled down to Harry wanted to be alone and not involved in some war that he did not totally care about like everyone thought.
The prophesy meant absolutely nothing to him, and he was not going to dictate his life over something that the Trelawney bint prophesised, the sherry drinking fraud.
Hell, he did not even want to be anything like an Auror or work for the ministry.
Harry had only two things's that he wanted to do.
Become a lawyer in both the magical and muggle world and become a Potion's master.
The first one is something that he has wanted to do ever since watching his first Law and Order show at the age of five one day when the Dursley's were out and watching a show called Boston Legal on cable when the Dursley's were either out or in bed.
{Harry had come to an agreement with his uncle.
He could watch television and use the internet only when the Dursley's were either not their or asleep, and if watching television while they were asleep, Harry was to use headphones}
The second one was something that he had wanted since first learning about Potion's a few weeks before his first year at Hogwarts.
He had never done well in the class mostly by choice, as the student's and faculty of Hogwarts did not want their saviour to excel in something like Potions, no, only in something like Defence Against the Dark Art's or Transfiguration, both classes in which he got straight O's in.
Pushing all these musing's aside, Harry showered for the first time in three day's and got dressed into some new jean's and a plain black baggy t-shirt and his sneaker's before grabbing his wallet and going downstairs, were the Dursley's were getting ready to go into London to go on a shopping spree, as his uncle had won three thousand pound's in the lottery last week.
"Uncle Vernon, can I go into London with you please?" Harry asked his uncle politely, the man staring at him silently for a bit before nodding.
"I'll drop you off in front of that pub and will pick you up at six pm on our way back, now get in the car," his uncle said to him gruffly but not un-nicely.
Harry nodded and did as he was told.
{His family had mellowed a great deal after his fourth year after they had been told that Harry had come extremely close to dying.
The knowledge that they had almost lost him many times since he started going to Hogwarts had shocked them into realizing that they actually cared about him.
They had even taken a little time to get to know him, and they all grew a little closer.
His Uncle Vernon after discovering that Harry hated politician's even more then he did, that Harry loved the same sport's as him, and that even after finding out that he was magical and going to Hogwarts, Harry still wanted to become a lawyer, something his Uncle had not believed when
Harry had told him as a child.
His Aunt had become closer to him after finally realizing that Harry was a great cook after she had tried and repeatedly failed to make a dish that Harry made with ease and then got her nephew to teach her how to cook thing's she had only dreamed of, and her maternal instinct's with Harry kicked into full drive after getting Harry to explain how much he had been hurt at school and had never told them.
Lastly, he and his cousin got closer after finding that they both loved the same play station games and some other things.
Dudley had even convinced Harry to join a martial art's dojo after he discovered that his cousin had actually admired and envied his boxing skills.
Harry was not yelled at anymore unless he actually did something wrong, he shared the cooking and cleaning duties with his aunt and cousin, was not given dirty look's anymore when he sat down to a meal, and his aunt had taken to hugging him every mourning when Harry came downstairs and every night before she went to bed.
Uncle Vernon had even started to teach him and Dudley about mechanic's as they were both to go for their driver's license in the next month, that male bonding bringing the three of them even more closer.
Harry definitely like having an actual family for once and never purposely pushed their buttons or got them pissed off at him simply because he was bored anymore.
END CHAPTER ONE!