Wolfling
Summary: When Harry was seven he was bitten by a werewolf. The wizarding world, having no idea continued on. However, the year he was supposed to go to Hogwarts he never showed. So were is our little savior and whose the were-child with Remus Lupin?
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
--Prologue--
The 15th of July in the year nineteen eighty-eight found a young child of seven wondering trough a woodland area in Surry, England. This child had been walking through these woods for five days. Since the day his uncle had left him at the edge of the woodland area to fend for himself.
Though the boy was small for a child his age he made up for his apparent lack of height with his intelligence. Some teachers even went as far as to say that should he ever wish to he could skip one or two grade levels. But each time a teacher would ask him if he wished to take a corse entry test the boy would refuse; knowing his uncle wouldn't like the fact that his nephew was smarter then his son. So the young child kept everything hidden.
As stated previously the small child was smart maybe not a complete genius but he knew enough to understand that the way his family treated him was wrong and that sending a little kid to the forest was not a good idea. However, even with his intellect the child had no idea that tonight was the full moon and all that applies to this particular night.
The small boy dressed in to large clothes was snapped out of his thoughts about his uncle and family when he heard the first howl. By the third he was very frightened and when the fourth ended with a very large and very angry looking dull grey wolf making an entrance into the small clearing he always stayed in when his uncle left him in the woods, he wanted to cry but he didn't.
The boy's large green eyes looked at the wolf before he remembered a book he had read on them. You were not supposed to look a wolf in the eyes, they see it as a challenge; if possible get out of reach. Slowly he looked around until he spotted the small alcove he usually stayed in at night. It was just large enough to fit him and the food he could gather during the day. The wolf however, wouldn't be able to reach him if he pressed himself to the very back.
Without challenging the wolf the small green eyed boy moved slowly toward the alcove. Just as he was crawling in the wolf lunged at bit down on his left calf. He let out a small scream and kicked out with his right foot. He caught the wolf's muzzle and with a startled yelp the wolf let go.
The child stayed in the enclosed space until morning came never knowing that this night would change his life forever. For the wolf that had bitten him was no ordinary one. It was in fact a werewolf but that wasn't the only unique thing about the wolf. No what was so important to note about this wolf was that is had a recessive vampiric gene. That gene combined with the dominant vampiric gene in the child made this night singularly important to the world hidden from those who were never meant for it. The Wizarding World. Tonight the first ever hybrid was born.
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TBC
A/N: I have just redone this chapter for resons that completely elude me. Well there you are. Grimm.