If I owned either Harry Potter or the BBC then I would be sending my flying monkeys out to get me some chocolate... Drat now I have to say I don't own The Wizard Of Oz either.

Through My Veins The Wolfblood Flows.

Harry was standing in a clearing in the middle of the wood watching the stars and full moon above. Despite the fact that he had walked over half a mile away he was sure he could almost hear Dudley complaining, which was ironic as he was the one who demanded to go camping in the first place because Kyle Shaw had camped out in his garden and Dudley just had to one up him.

The Dursleys had to bring him along as Mrs Figg only had one bedroom and everyone else they asked slammed the door in their faces, proving that their campaign to discredit Harry was more effective than they expected. However despite the extra person they only brought two tents and as Dudley refused to share, it meant Harry either had to sleep on the floor or wait till daytime when they would leave him behind to go into the local town and try to find the greasiest food and biggest TV around. Or in other words exactly what they did at Privet Drive but with a tent.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply enjoying the cool night air. Over the previous few nights he found that in the quiet of the night when he closed his eyes and focused on the sound of his breathing all his worries faded and for a few short moments he could forget about the beatings and the insults and being stuffed inside a cupboard like a broom.

After a few minutes he was startled from his trance-like state by a soft growling. Harry reluctantly opened his eyes to see what was making the noise before jumping back in terror as his eyes settled on a small wolf cub barely a couple of meters away, for what seemed like years both boy and wolf remained perfectly still until the wolf took a small step forward causing Harry to let out a frightened squeak.

Just as Harry was about to turn and run the young wolf pounced and latched onto his arm. Harry felt the small but vicious fangs slice through his skin and muscle and let out a pained scream as blood began to spurt from the wound into the wolfs mouth.

When the scream reached its peak a blast of golden energy came from within Harry knocking the wolf back with a clump of flesh still clamped within its jaws and causing Harry to fall to the ground. For a second nothing else happened but then Harry let out a scream even louder than the last as an unbelievable agony ripped through him.

It was unbearable. The pain came from everywhere and nowhere at once with even his bones feeling like they were on fire. The only pain he ever felt that was even close to what he was currently experiencing was when he tripped in the kitchen while making breakfast and his hand landed on the hot stove-top except this was all over the body.

In an effort to reduce the pain he began tearing at his skin with his fingernails, digging hard enough to draw blood. At times his nails roamed over the wolf bite that started the whole thing which hurt however compared to the other pain it actually came as a relief. This continued for almost fifteen minutes before as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Harry was about to get up hoping that his ordeal was finally over when he felt a strange sensation. He almost didn't notice it at first amongst the residual pain but when he did and looked downwards he saw himself sprouting fur and getting smaller. After a few seconds he was a wolf like the one that attacked him.

What Harry didn't notice was that while this was going on for him something similar was happening to the wolf. For the past quarter of an hour the wolf had been rolling around on the floor howling in agony. When the unbearable sensations subsided, the wolf got to its feet shakily and looked around for the one that caused it so much pain determined to return the pain tenfold. However upon seeing another wolf instead of a human it forgot all about its previous pain and challenged it to a mock fight that Harry-who was submerged beneath his newly found animal instincts-accepted.

Yet another dedication to be dedicated to Shangirl from the department of redundancy department.

Well it seems that I have created the first Wolfblood/Harry Potter crossover. On this site anyway. Good for me.

I already have chapter 2 written for this which is over triple the size of this one (not counting the authors note) and it will be released either when I have completed chapter 3, when I get bored enough or finally when Shangirl bugs me enough for it. Most probably 2 or 3.

As to how much abuse Harry has received from the Dursleys I am going to go with what can be inferred from Cannon. He was kept in a cupboard for years, repeatedly called a freak, almost starved and when his aunt swung a frying pan (which is made from metal) at his head he didn't even act like it was unusual.