Hey! So I've recently gotten back into a Harry Potter obsession! I'm so psyched for the seventh movie!
Yeah, well I've been researching Kitsune (a japanese fox-spirit) and started thinking about werewolves. Then I started reading Kelley Armstrong, and got totally sucked into her world. So, based on her werewolves, I created a similar kind, but thought, hey this would be cool if there were werewolves going to Hogwarts! And this story was born. I don't really have a plot planned out for this story yet, but its been a while since I wrote in third person, so bear with me; this can sound pretty bad, and I apologize.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! And aspect of my wolves that sound like Kelley Armstrong is probably Kelley Armstrong!
Title: Hunters Moon
By: Me (duh)
Rating: T/T+ for strong imagery and language
Summary: Instead of being tossed to the Dursleys, an old friend of James Potter's -the Alpha werewolf of the North American Pack - steps in and takes Harry under his wing. Instead of growing up neglected, Harry grows up with an actual family. When his eleventh birthday rolls around, he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (with a werewolf upbringing)and as tho Boy-Who-Live accompanied by the offspring of the Pack Alpha, Harry will have to face challenges not just of the wizarding world, but of the world of his Pack family as well.
Chapter 1. October-Hunter's Moon
"I won't listen to any more of this bullshit, Dumbledore! That boy is safer with us than any blood spell you wizards could have cooked up!" A tall, muscular man in his mid twenties slammed his fist onto the picnic table, nearly slitting it in half.
The old man sitting across from him wasn't fazed by this show of strength. Instead, he looked the taller man in the eye and said, "Ah, once again, it comes down to this. We put our faith in our spells, and you in your bonds."
"And look where that's gotten you. James and Lily dead. Their child orphaned. You know I can't stand your Zen lessons, old man. Mark my words, that boy will be better protected with us. Voldemort's gone, and even if he tries to come after him, in his weakened state, a child could take him down." The man's tone changed. "Please. James was my friend. We will treat this child far better than any of his human relatives can. We can protect him better."
The older man was quiet, contemplating.
The elderly woman in green sitting next to Dumbledore now piped up. "Surely you're not considering this, Albus! The protecting of his mother's sacrifice is far more sufficient—"
"Bullshit." The young man stood up and glowered at her. "Our blood runs far bluer than your, witch. Take care to remember that."
"Ethan!" Dumbledore said sharply. "Let us keep our peace, after such a long war, we wouldn't want the peace we've found to be shattered with another war. Professor McGonagall was simply saying what she thought was best."
Ethan scowled, but sat down, his sharp blue eyes never leaving Professor McGonagall.
After a long pause, Dumbledore finally said, "Very well, the boy may go with you. However, I must impress upon you the seriousness of his situation. We mustn't let the boy live with the fame and glory he would have if a wizarding family is to take him in."
Ethan started at Dumbledore, his expression unreadable. "I will not lie to him, Dumbledore. When he is older, I will tell him about what has happened. Until then, I will treat him like a normal child. Rest assured, Lily and James Potters' son will be protected and well cared for."
Dumbledore nodded. "Very well then. When Hagrid arrives, there shall be a change in plans. We will allow the boy to leave with you for America, and he shall be placed under your care."
"Don't worry, old man. I'll keep you updated. I'll even send you pictures of the guy. Not your moving ones, mind. Those always set me off," Ethan said.
Once again, Dumbledore simply nodded.
"Are you sure about this?" Professor McGonagall asked desperately. "The boy will be famous—a legend, even! I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future—there will be books written about Harry—every child in our world will know his name! Who knows how many death eaters will come after him, bent on avenging their master!"
Ethan turned to face her. Professor McGonagall met his gaze with a fierce one of her own and finally, for the first time since they met, a flicker of respect appeared in his gaze. "I swear," he said, startling her. "I swear on my position as Alpha of the North American Pack that I and my Pack will do everything in our power to protect Harry Potter. As long as he is on our territory, there is no one who will be able to touch him."
At that, Professor McGonagall relented, knowing that nothing she said would change then men's minds now.
"Now," Ethan said, turning back to Dumbledore. "When can I meet the little guy?"
"Hagrid should be coming soon enough. I assume you have your transportation all planned out?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah."
"Very well. I propose a toast then, as we wait." Dumbledore waved his wand and summoned glasses and a bottle of champagne and a few lemon drops for himself. "From a personal collection, and one I'm rather fond of." He poured out a glass for each and raised it. "To Harry Potter."
The other two followed suit. "To Harry Potter."
I've started Chapter Two, so please tell me what you think of the concept so far. There won't be much romance, mostly action, humor and some mystery, but I think the romance will be kept at a minimum, as to avoid conflicts with certain shippings out there.
And for anyone who reads my other stuff, I'm still working on it, I've been scrapping chapter eight over and over, so I need to decide on something and then I can post it. Sorry.
Please review!