My First Story So PLZ Review and be nice
(I don't own Harry Potter, J.K.R does. Wish I did, but I don't. I just own this idea.)
Prologue - Explanations
Hi, My Name's Harry, and I have a lot of explaining to do.
Where I live, there are two types of people. Humans - us, the 'normal' folk, and Werewolves. Most people say that werewolves are sick, dangerous people, but that's not what I think. Werewolves are just easily aggravated people who don't know their own strength in my eyes. Of course, that's not what the rest of the world thinks. If a human like me got into a fight and broke someone's arm or something, I would probably get suspended. If a werewolf did that, they would be executed by the local government or any nearby adult with a weapon. Of course, other people wouldn't care about that, but I do. Werewolves are still allowed to go to school and such, but they are picked on and shunned. Most have to hide their werewolf natures, but they don't often get away with it.
My best friend Ron is a werewolf in hiding, and he is one of the few werewolves that are actually successful at hiding it. He got bit two years ago, by a werewolf that had gotten drunk and couldn't care less what he did. Now that werewolf is dead, and Ron has trouble hiding his sharp incisors and claws. He wears gloves and a scarf, and often walks home with me as a 'stray' wolf. He only told me about it because we were the only people who sympathized with werewolves, that and he needed someone to help patch the bite on his shoulder when he was first bitten.
We go to a school called Hogwarts, run by Lucius Malfoy. He beheads any werewolf that gets into a fight, just like the teachers who give werewolves bad grades. The werewolves at school are often nice to me, as I try to help them out without getting caught. Still, the bullies with silver pocketknives don't help much, beating them up when they can't fight back.
Werewolves don't get government housing, often getting thrown out by their own families when bitten. They live in hand-made houses in the woods, or at least that's what the werewolves at school tell me. They don't like humans going in there, and humans don't like going in anyway. I've never gone in there much, except once when someone accused me of being a werewolf. I just went in a little ways, not too deep, but there had already been wolves growling at me from the shadows from when I walked in.
Anyway, I've spoken too much already, time to let my story be told.