Dark Warrior

Introduction

Summary: Updated first chapter! Eventual HPDM slash, creature! Harry, manipulative Dumbledore, FGRL mentor! Fenrir, eventual Mpreg. After Harry uses accidental magic at age eight, Vernon leaves Harry in a forest after beating him nearly to death. Fenrir finds Harry and decides to shape him into a warrior for the Dark.

A/N:

This is rated M for later chapters, because in the first several chapters, this is a family fiction (Harry is eight). I refuse to rate it T because I don't want to have teen readers that leave it because of a sudden change in rating, or to write a sequel that teen readers won't read. I do realize most wouldn't hesitate to read a sequel of a fiction they liked regardless of the rating, but I also know that 12 and under sometimes read teen fictions, and I don't want to scar the poor kids. The relationships will start around third or fourth year, Remus and Fenrir earlier. There is some explanation for the war, and also some that you are familiar with, however, I changed a lot of it so it still is not a good idea to skip. I will get to Hogwarts after two more chapters, one of which I have mostly written.

Pairings: Draco and Harry, Fenrir and Remus, Blaise and Hermione. Possibly Voldemort x Harry x Draco (threesome, and Voldemort will look like Tom simply because I cannot think of snake-face in a consensual relationship… at all. Trauma!). Anyone have a pairing for Ginny (not anyone mentioned or incest)?

Story Start/ 3rd Person Point of View:

"We should have done this a long time ago. The boy's nothing but a freak, a monster, and we took care of it. He'll pay for what he did today." Harry heard Vernon snarl at Aunt Petunia from behind the door.

Harry was frozen with fear, not knowing how the fire in the garden was his fault, and before he could run, the door opened and he came face to face with a furious, red-faced Vernon.

"How dare you listen in our conversations!" Petunia screeched, slapping the eight year old hard on the face, leaving a red handprint that would bruise badly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do what I did today... don't hurt me, please!" Harry begged, tears rolling down his face.

He knew that what would happen to him today would be worse than anything they'd done to him yet. It had been horrible before: no food for three days, then only crusts of bread and a glass of water while he was forced to watch his family eat food he cooked but couldn't eat; a broken arm from when he accidently broke a china vase when Dudley pushed him; cigarette burns if he talked out of turn; slaps if he started crying; bruises from being Dudley's punching bag; constantly being called a freak or monster, worthless, pathetic, an idiot; being told he wasn't good enough to be part of the family; being locked in a cupboard for a week.

Vernon towered over him and picked him up, throwing him into a wall. His fists pummeled him, breaking his glasses, bruising his right eye, his cheek, breaking his nose and cheekbone, as Harry sobbed and screamed for help, which made the situation worse. Vernon put more strength in his kicks, breaking two ribs, an arm, which had a bone sticking out of it. Harry finally passed out.

"Let's get him out of here. Leave him somewhere where no one can find him. He won't be able to move… we'll finally be rid of him." Vernon looked gleeful at the idea, not knowing that he had just damned himself and his family.

Vernon carried Harry's broken body into the garage and laid him in the trunk, then drove for two hours until he got into a heavily forested area. He walked for a while, finally finding a fallen tree and set the boy under it, covering him with branches. Finally, he got out of there.

… Fenrir's Point of View

I walked back from the Apparation point, bringing groceries and clothes for the cubs of my pack.

The wind changed, bringing a new scent… blood. Human blood, lots of it for me to be able to get a whiff of it. I took off in the direction I got the scent from, searching high and low for whoever it was. I spotted an arm, small, a child's, and clearly broken underneath a tree. I cursed and moved to the kid, who had long and untamed black hair, clearly unconscious, and only around seven or eight years old. He was beaten badly, barely breathing, and I knew that he'd die within a day if he didn't get medical help. I used a spell to gently levitate the boy and began running to the cottages that served as shelter for my pack.

"Noah, I need your help, the boy's in critical condition." I yelled and immediately, Noah acted.

Noah used a diagnostic spell and cursed. "He's been abused badly, can't believe he's made it to this age. He would have died from starvation or been beaten to death without his magical healing ability, but this time was too much. He'll die if we don't turn him."

I knew full well that turning him would make him stronger, healthier, and heal him. We had to be that way to survive transformations: during the full moon, we're constantly numbing and healing our bodies unconsciously: our organs change places, our flesh stretches, hair pushes out of our skin, our bones shift, our teeth get bigger.

"Is he a wizard?" I ask Noah, and he does another spell.

If he were a Muggle, the next full moon would kill him because the healing bonus werewolves got wasn't enough. We need a powerful source of magic so we can heal properly and better. I didn't ask so I could choose whether to help him, even if he was a Muggle, he was still a child and it would be better to kill him now than have him face the full moon and die that way. It sounds cold, but he would die while unconscious and without any pain, rather than with the pain of four Crucios at the same time. I'd rather go out the first way.

"He's a wizard. He also has some other magical source keeping him going… it's foreign, but it adds power. He'll survive if we do it." Noah replies. "He has a curse wound on his forehead."

Suddenly, I realize who we're helping. My jaw drops…

"Noah, this is Harry Potter." I tell him, and Noah freezes. We both look at the boy.

"Should we help him still?" Noah asked, and I glare at him.

"He's a child… he can't have vanquished the dark lord, so letting him die would be a huge mistake. It had to be the parents somehow. He isn't our enemy. In fact, we could help him grow. Imagine how pleased the Dark Lord would be if we make a threat into an asset." I tell him.

"So, we heal him and then raise him ourselves." Noah summed up.

"Exactly."

"Let's prepare the ritual then." I tell him.

There were three ways to become a werewolf: being born with the curse, which activates at age seven, being bitten by one on a full moon, and finally, being blood adopted by one. The last two were illegal unless a life-or-death situation occurs, or permission is granted and documented by the ministry.

The blood adoption ritual would change Harry's looks quite a bit, and obviously make him a werewolf and my adopted son. I had never adopted a kid simply because raising one scared me. I wasn't sure how good of a parent I'd be. I had practice caring for kids, but that wasn't all day, every day; and I wasn't directly responsible for them. This would be a challenge but I knew it would be worth it.

The ritual was relatively simple: I needed to promise to protect, care for, and raise him to the best of my ability, bleed over each rune in the ritual circle, and magic would react, creating a bond between us, then infusing him with my magic to turn him into a werewolf. After that, all his wounds would be healed and no traces of scars would exist, except his lightning bolt scar, then his appearance would mirror mine at a young age.

... 3rd Person Point of View

Harry woke up in an unfamiliar room, curled up in plenty of soft and warm blankets on a bed more comfortable than even Dudley had. He remembered what happened the day before and began to tremble.

"It's alright, Harry. They won't hurt you anymore. You're safe. I'm going to take care of you." A man told him from the armchair to the right of him.

The man was extremely handsome, looked tough and fierce, especially with those bright gold eyes. He was thin but very muscular, very tan with dark brown hair that was short and spiky. He wore a pair of jeans and a black v-neck short-sleeved shirt

"Wh-who are you?" Harry asks, voice soft and scratchy from not being allowed to speak.

"Fenrir Greyback. I found you after you were hurt very badly and healed you. I adopted you, but you don't have to call me dad or any version of it until you're ready." Fenrir explained.

"So I won't ever have to go back to them?" Harry asked, looking like he knew he was going to be disappointed.

"I promise that you will never see them again. If they try to get you, I'll destroy them." Fenrir vowed, and Harry studied him seriously. Fenrir felt his mind being gently probed and realized Harry had somehow managed to use the mind arts. Granted, it was accidental and could only check for truthfulness, but for an eight year old this was an incredible achievement. Harry smiled, realizing that Fenrir was being honest. Fenrir knew he'd have to work hard to gain Harry's trust, but knew he needed it.

"I hate them. I wish they were dead." Harry admits and Fenrir stared at him, not expecting that to come out from any eight-year-old's mouth, much less the hero of the Wizarding world. Harry bites his lip, looking worried, but then Fenrir smiles widely, confusing Harry.

"Why are you happy that I said that?" Harry asks, and Fenrir hesitates.

"I have a very long story to tell you, that I want you to listen to very carefully. Ask as many questions as you want when I tell you." Fenrir instructs, and Harry pays rapt attention, knowing that it was important. "May I sit on your bed?"

Harry nods.

"Sir?"

"Just call me Fenrir until you feel like you can call me dad." Fenrir reminds him, and Harry ducks his head.

"Sorry I made you repeat yourself. Please don't be mad." Harry shakes in fear as Fenrir reaches slowly out to him. He had nothing to worry about, because Fenrir just pulls him close to him and hugs him. Harry is tense, not knowing what to do because he couldn't remember ever being held, but slowly relaxes as Fenrir promises never to hurt him, and tells him not to be afraid of him. Harry never wanted it to end. He had never felt loved in his life or safe and now he felt both at the same time.

"I'll have to give you some background first so there's less interruptions. We both can use magic."

"Magic?" Harry questioned, having never heard the word.

"An unexplainable force that certain people called witches, wizards, or magical creatures can use to do incredible things, things that normal people, called mundies or Muggles, can't do. Magic can be used in many ways: you might have used accidental, which is magic that reacts when a strong emotion is felt and you need it. You don't need a wand or words for it. Wandless is magic without a wand- do you know what a wand is?" Fenrir began explaining, and Harry shook his head. "It's a piece of wood that has both enchantments and specific ingredients in it that magical people use to do certain types of magic: spells, curses, and charms. Curses always have bad effects, spells are completely neutral, meaning it has no bad or good effects, and charms always have good effects. Anyway, most wizards and witches use wands because that's how they're taught. Wandless is actually easier to use than wands because you don't need to memorize anything: you just need to focus, imagine what you want to happen, and get yourself to feel an emotion that would help the spell. The possibilities are limited only by your imagination. Magic with a wand needs wand movements and for you to think or say a certain word. Nonverbal is when you think the word, verbal is when you say it. Got it?"

Fenrir knew it would take a while for him to fully understand it, but was surprised when Harry asked questions to clarify.

"Can you show me an example of each?" Harry asked.

Fenrir got out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa."

He swished his wand, then flicked it, and the nightstand floated up in the air. Harry's jaw dropped open and amazement lit up his face. He turned to Fenrir and looked at him with hero-worship. Fenrir smiled, then let it down.

"That's a verbal spell with a wand. Now, the next spell is a curse that starts things on fire. Because fire is destructive, this is considered a mild curse and isn't punishable if it's on objects, unless it's on people, where you can get sentenced to a prison." Fenrir told him. "Ardeo!"

The fireplace started blazing.

"Next is a charm. I'm going to make you feel really happy. Laetans!"

Harry looked so happy and carefree that Fenrir vowed to make him feel it again without that spell. He stopped it in two minutes, and Harry whimpered in loss.

"Sorry cub, but if I do it any longer you'll get addicted." Fenrir told him.

He used the same spells nonverbally, then without a wand.

"Alright, now we need to explain the blood status. Purebloods are witches and wizards that only have witches and wizards in their direct line. Halfbloods have some Muggles and some witches and wizards and lines, Muggle-borns or Mudbloods do not have any sort of magical person or creature in their line. Squibs are people who have wizards in their direct line but are not able to use magic. I'm a magical creature: a werewolf… I had to turn you into one to save you. While wizards can heal themselves somewhat, your injuries were too severe to be healed and your time was almost up. We couldn't heal you in that time frame. Werewolves, because we transform, heal themselves quickly and much better than a wizard or witch could, otherwise we wouldn't survive. We also do not feel as much pain as other people, again for survival. We're like wizards, except once a month we turn into our wolf form. The other differences are our heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing; we're stronger and more dangerous, our teeth are slightly sharper, our personalities change to either more aggressive and dominate, or more submissive. The full transformation in your personality, where you find out if you're dominate or submissive, happens at age thirteen. You will begin to feel attracted to people who suit you: if you're submissive, you'll find dominate males or females that have personality traits you find admirable, witch, werewolf, or wizard, very attractive. If you're dominate, it will be submissive males or females. They will feel the same attraction to you. If you know them before your thirteenth birthday, you will develop a fascination with them and try to win their approval. Even submissives will try to protect the objects of their affections if they feel there's any threat to them. When you're ten, I'll explain this in greater detail."

"Does the transformation hurt?" Harry asked.

"It's bad, but only for thirty seconds, then the numbing starts and it just feels odd. You'll be with a pack, which makes it a lot better. It's awesome when it's done: you'll get to play with the cubs and run all over. Normally there's tag and wrestling. The adults occasionally try to get to a higher place in the pack, but none of the cubs will try that."

"Are there many people here?

There's another new kid, a girl, same age as you, named Hermione Granger. Skylar and Blair are two other girls the same age as you that were born into the pack: Clara and Antoine's twins. Noah and Nora are brother and sister: Nora's the cub leader and teacher of reading, writing, and grammar, and Noah's the healer. Violet is the Herbologist and potions master and teaches it, I teach combat, defense, dark arts,, dueling, and battle simulation. Clara does rituals, History of magic, Arthimancy, and Ancient Runes, Antoine teaches Charms, non-magical history, and Transfiguration. Leyla teaches music and elemental magic. There are six other kids on top of that in the pack: Kai, seven, Noah's and Leyla's adopted cub, Sara is three and Noah's and Leyla's biological daughter, Stephan and Leo, age six and Clara's and Antoine's adopted sons, lastly, Shay, Violet's daughter, who's seven. The father left her, and she hasn't moved on. We're constantly growing in number. We have more of us, of course, but this is a place dedicated for teaching and raising the little ones. We want to have an environment that's friendly so we can keep the cubs feeling safe, which is why we don't have many people besides the guards and the bare necessities. Too much, too soon would stress the cubs out. We'll travel a bit to the other places so I can check on the warriors, researchers, and workers." Fenrir explained.

Harry grew nervous at the idea of so many people.

"Don't worry, cub. They're very nice and won't hurt you. We'll introduce them slowly to you. I do want you to try and befriend the cubs once you meet them." Fenrir comforted.

"I don't know how to talk to people well. I've never had a friend." Harry looked sad and worried.

"They'll help you. Nora, Noah, and Violet would be the best helpers, and they'll work with you to get to know people, talking to them, and befriending them." Fenrir reassured.

Harry looked much calmer and comforted.

"What are the kids like?" He asked.

"I don't know about Hermione, but Shay is a tough girl, very strong, very aggressive, likes to be in charge, is rebellious and only obeys me and her mother. She's wild, fierce, and loves the dark arts, dueling, and battle. Skylar is calm and quiet, intelligent but not shoving it in your face, and thoughtful. She's into theory and rituals, as well as ancient runes and Arthimancy. She's also deadly if she feels she or the pack is threatened, probably would die to save us. Blair is friendly, outgoing, courageous, loyal, wears her heart on her sleeve. Kai is extremely shy, Sara's too young to really judge her personality, Stephan and Leo are like male versions of Blair." Fenrir explains.

"Aren't all werewolves deadly and fierce?" Harry asks.

"Most, but submissives only when there's danger. When a male or female is pregnant, the pack gets far more deadly and vicious, especially the partner of the pregnant werewolf, the family, and the Alpha meaning me." Fenrir tells him.

"Men can get pregnant?" Harry questions.

"Yes." Fenrir told him, wondering if he should tell him more, then decides to skip over the actual act and explain the pregnancy. "Submissive male werewolves go through months of what we call heat, when they can get pregnant, after meeting a potential mate. Once they do that, their bodies allow them to have a child and changes slightly. The pregnancy lasts for seven months, and when the baby is fully formed the pregnant werewolf alerts their lover through a link they create after the two accept each other. The werewolf faints, and we have to have surgery to get the baby out."

Harry easily accepts this answer.

"Can wizards get pregnant from a male werewolf?" Harry asks.

"Yes. The same thing happens, as if the human was a werewolf themselves. Werewolves feel a lot of disgust towards Muggles because of the high likelihood of the child not surviving the first full moon. It's a survival mechanism that we can't help, so you'll never fall for a Muggle."

"Can a potential mate reject me?" Harry asks.

Fenrir can't help but think of his mate, who rejected him and left him permanently because of Dumbledore's lies about him. Fenrir never bit anyone unless they wanted it or needed it, but because he was dark, Dumbledore wanted to make sure Fenrir wouldn't lure Remus to the Dark side. As usual, the thoughts brought tears to his eyes.

Harry hugged him tighter, offering comfort.

"Yes, they can. It's happened to Violet and me. Do whatever you can to keep them, Harry." Fenrir told him.

"What's the Dark side?"

"A side of the war. There were two sides, Light, and as I mentioned, Dark. Both did horrible things, but the Light never admitted it and lived in a state of denial. Once the war ended, the Light covered everything up and lied about what we did and what we stand for. We want the Wizarding world to be reformed. It doesn't work well. The Ministry is corrupt, the leader only cares about press, money, and how he looks, they have the wrong people in charge passing laws that should never even be thought of, most discriminatory or biased, self-serving, or just plain idiotic, no one gets anything done, Aurors can do whatever they please, they throw people in prison without a trial, and if they do, it isn't fair. They promote one side while not letting others have a shot, there are no representatives for magical creatures, they lean heavily on the press, they ban books and magic that needs to be taught, and they lie. We need to destroy it to build up a better system. We also want to separate from Muggles and take kids out of potentially abusive homes-"

"Why would anyone not want that?" Harry asked.

"Because they prattle on about how it's not right to take a child out of the home without defense, and by that time, the child is damaged irreparably. We want magical orphanages, a better education system that has pre-Hogwarts and post-Hogwarts schools, but it costs too much money to provide it and better education. We use force to get what we want, and the Light views us as evil because we will stop at nothing to succeed. The Light believes that we've got a good government because they created it and run it. We think we should be in control, something the Light hates because they're in power now. The Light thinks certain magic is evil, but we know we need it. We believe Muggles will try and destroy us if they know about magic, they pretend they won't. The war wasn't about good and evil: it's about power and whose opinion was right." Fenrir explains. "Naturally, the ones in charge fought it."

"Is the war still going on?" Harry asks.

"Quietly. Our group, called the Death Eaters, are always training and gathering troops secretly. Our lord went after your parents and you because of a prophecy that stated that you were the only person with the potential to destroy him. Your parents sacrificed themselves to save you using some kind of powerful and dark magic, and when he tried to kill you, the curse rebounded. However, he did something to guarantee his immortality and will be back again."

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered.

"It was your parent's fault, not yours. You did nothing to stop him, but we are in danger, which is another reason I blood-adopted you. The adoption changed your appearance, but I want to make sure you're safe, very protected, and cared for. I do not want you to wander anywhere without either me or three guards with you. I need you to obey me. I will not punish you like your family did., but I will make you write a paper on what you did wrong, why you shouldn't do that, what could have gone wrong because of your actions, and why you're sorry. I want you to be able to think for yourself. We're also going to teach you magic. We will give you homework and essays. Hopefully by the time you get to Hogwarts you'll be ahead by a few years in some subjects."

"What's Hogwarts?"

"A school of magic. They teach the basics: astrology, history, potions, defense against the dark arts, charms, transfiguration, and Herbology. At your third year, you get to choose two or more electives: Divination, which is predicting the future, which is horrible because of the teacher, Muggle studies, again obvious and something useless, Care of Magical Creatures, self-explanatory, which is Professor Kettleburn keeps up, it's a sound choice, Arthimancy, which is complicated math, ancient runes, which is various old languages used for magical purposes, useful to anyone who wants to learn about old cultures, and possibly dueling, which I'd like you to take." Fenrir explained. "There's four houses: Hufflepuff, for the extremely loyal, Gryffindor, for brave people but only Light, Slytherin, the house that is primarily dark and is for the ambitious, and Ravenclaw, for the intelligent sort."

"Ravenclaw and Slytherin sound like the best ones because Ravenclaw seems neutral and Slytherin has the side I want in it." Harry said, and Fenrir smiled widely.

"You've picked a side already?" Fenrir clarified.

"The Dark." Harry said firmly.

…

A/N:

Like I said, the introduction is mainly background (how it normally is). The first chapter will be longer and cover several months (hopefully). There'll be way more action coming up, starting in the second chapter. I know this is a bit slow but stay with me, please, and give this a chance. It will live up to its rating. I'm trying to build Harry and Fenrir as characters, and they will change as the story goes on. I don't want to just start off with a dark Harry: while he chooses the dark right now because of his influences, he still is an innocent eight year old with no concept of war or death. To me, the build-up of characters and making them realistic is very important, however, it will get far better as it goes.

The spells are taken from google translator, English to Latin, so I know they're probably wrong. It's the best I could do, being only fluent in English.

If you have any suggestions, comments, positive feedback, or constructive criticisms, please review, especially if you have any idea for this. While I know where I'm going, I do accept other's ideas and if they want me to, use them.