Ok, so the setting is a little after the HBP book and is set right after Harry graduated from school, done with Voldemort. He is just outside of London waiting for the battle to commence. More details will establish themselves, such as what happened to get him here as well as where his friends as well as Dumbledore and the order are. Hopefully you're a big fan of werewolf stories like I am and I can do this story some justice trying to get it out of my head without totally ruining it. Anyways please enjoy and feel free to review. Criticism and anything you want to contribute will help me keep going.
Harry Potter: The Werewolf Saga
Chapter 1: The Wait
Harry sat in the muddy trench, rotten corpses of lost comrades were staggered around, spreading their stench throughout the deep path scratched in the fields surface. He almost laughed when he thought about it, here he was sitting in a trench maybe fifty miles from London and he had been for weeks dug in to avoid the Aurors that were constantly trying to lower their numbers.
He sat a little lower as another focus ball exploded just yards from his location. In essence a focus ball was a pack of spells (mostly lethal) stored inside of a metal orb that when detonated went off with all the bang of an artillery shell and a light so intense it could burn out your retinas. That would be the reason for the charmed lenses for his eyes and the earplugs in his ears.
The lenses blocked all of the intense light while still letting you see your surroundings, as well the ear plugs blocked out the ear shattering shockwaves of sound while you could still have a chat with your comrades.
The men and women sitting in the trench with Harry were all the same age as him, just out of Magical studies, some barely turned seventeen. They all wore the same look Harry knew he himself wore, it was the grim look of someone who had watched all too many people die, of course Harry had looked like that since he was a child, Voldemort and all, but this war had claimed far more lives than that little battle ever could have, and the body count was still growing.
Snapped to attention by another focus ball Harry thought back to the present. The Ministry forces had been dropping the bombs all day in an effort to cut their numbers before the night could come and leave them at a severe disadvantage.
Harry also knew of the raid that would happen just hours before the sun went down and the moon came out. There had been a high ranking Ministry official captured in one of the advance raids and information was obtained from him, Harry really didn't want to think about how. All he needed to know was what his Commander had told him, to expect Aurors to try to infiltrate the trenches at dusk, when their line of vision was the worst.
In all honesty tonight would be Harry's first battle since his basic training but the discipline that had been instilled in him allowed him to feel little fear, they were by far the superior warriors, they just had to keep their minds sharp and not allow the Ministry to catch them off guard.
So far the recon and intelligence unit had done an excellent job at keeping them informed. The best warriors that could be had were found there, Harry could only hope that he would make it into those ranks and get out of the trenches where all the shock troops laid in wait.
Harry looked into the eyes of the warriors around him and let a grim smile break his calm, tonight was their night, they held all the cards. After they stopped the raid on their side from the aurors then they would counter attack.
It was bound to be successful and Harry checked all of his armor and weapons. This would be an all out rush and everyone was equipped with enchanted shields and full armor to block all of the small curses and lessen the damage of focus balls. Most were equipped with the standard issue broadsword, Harry had his own great axe he had taken from the family vault before he signed his life away.
Harry chuckled as he thought of how his ancestors would be turning in their graves if they knew what he was going to use their family heirloom to do.
The massive weapon hung loosely in his hand, it always did, you never knew when the enemy would be upon you.
Tonight it would be put to great use, they were the shock troops and tonight would be a full out rush to the Ministry barracks that was established just across the field not a thousand yards away. Tonight would be theirs, because tonight, was the full moon, and the first shock troop battalion of the Werewolf Infantry Unit was ready to deal back some punishment for the barrage they had been taking for weeks.
Harry just hoped he made it out of his first battle alive.
I know its short but I just had to kinda open up the idea and set up for the battle…next chapter is battle and then I can run with the story a little more.