While I know that I'm supposed to stop beginning new stories, I just couldn't stop with this one. Mostly because I really wanted someone to slap some sense on Tsukiyama and because Kaneki needs to be protected. And loved. A lot. Same for Hide.

Thus, a new story with, as always, an OOC Harry and really bad grammar. I'm (not) sorry about that. Also, something else needs to be said before you even begin this story.

This story will contain the following: gore (Tokyo Ghoul duh), a lot of nakedness, perverts (I'm looking at you, Tsukiyama...) and above everything else an Alpha/Beta/Omega kind of setting. In short, it's going to be dirty.

This being said, enjoy this story.

This wasn't what he had planned. At all.

Seriously, when he had casted that spell at that disgusting Skrewt (sorry Hagrid but an adult Skrewt wasn't the perfect birthday present for an twenty-eight years old man. It had never been, actually), Harry hadn't expected that the atrocious creature would retaliate at the same moment and throw one of his stingers (since when the hell could those be detached?) at the wizard. Needless to say that the cutting curse (one of his strongest too because those abominations didn't die easily) and stinger combination didn't go well.

In fact, it purely exploded in a foul smelling smoke and Harry almost fainted when he inhaled it. Yeah, it smelled that bad. He stumbled in his little garden and faintly heard the children back in their home scream something at him before he fell on his knees in front of the screeching Skrewt.

Harry felt his shoulder blades itch and he weakly shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing while he watched the extremely ugly thing make its way towards him.

"Merlin," the former Survivor muttered without really realizing the imminent danger. "You've such an ugly mug..."

The Skrewt, a male of course, it had to be a bloody male with those damned stingers, slashed the air with his only stinger left and Harry didn't even feel it when it pierced his chest and lifted him from the bloodied grass. The wizard wearily blinked and he tried to focus his eyes on the approaching mouth. So the Skrewt was trying to eat him now.

'See,' Harry idly thought as he dangled in front of the salivating mouth. 'That's why you don't breed two extremely dangerous species and offer their offspring to defenseless people...' Not that he was defenseless but you got the gist.

He briefly wondered if he would be chewed or if the monster would directly gulp him down and let him marinate in its stomach for days. Such interesting thoughts. The wizard tried to move his body, noticing how his limbs seemed made of lead and if he could have, he would have raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw that his wand was spewing red sparks all over the Skrewt. Also, the itch on his shoulder blades had worsened into an excruciating pain, forget about the pain of being skewered alive by a stinger in his stomach.

So, that really wasn't his best day ever.

One of the sparks suddenly exploded just on the tip of the Skrewt's... nose? If that thing had one. Well, it exploded and the creature let out a shrilly screech before it threw the wizard away. Harry gasped in pain when he rolled on the grass and he blinked, his vision getting blurrier by moments while the ground rumbled under the Skrewt's talons. The fallen wizard panted and tried to move only to fall back on the puddle of blood. His blood. His nose scrunched in disgust as he smelled the burning grass and the abomination's horrible odor of rotten fish.

The Skrewt stopped right in front of him and Harry glanced at it, his glazed eyes almost rolling at the carapace and sparks that were billowing around the animal. He then casted slowly his gaze at its talons and widened his eyes when he noticed that his wand was just under the Skrewt's belly. The stinger moved sharply above the wizard and Harry reacted before he could even think about it. He swiftly rolled on the grass, his burning shoulder blades and hurting stomach loudly protesting at the move and crawled under the creature. The wizard stretched his hand and gasped when he finally caught his holly wand. Then, with a pained pant, he casted his wand towards the Skrewt's belly and frowned.

'Well,' he suddenly thought as the Skrewt used his stinger and tried to skewer him once again. But the animal didn't move from its spot and as such, the wizard was relatively save. He still had a hole in his stomach though. 'This is it, I guess...'

"Confringo!" he shouted and a chuckle passed through his lips when the heat caused by the spell surrounded him. The animal screeched for the last time and harshly fell.
All over him.

Well, wasn't his luck just the best?
Here he was, the Survivor and Winner of the the Third Wizarding War in the United Kingdom, dying because a bloody Skrewt had crushed him to death. What a way to die, right?

But, well. He had lived a good and rather long life. To be honest, he hadn't even expected to reach his twenties so dying at his almost thirties was totally okay with him.

The Skrewt's blood covered him and Harry shuddered when he felt it seep in his injury and blend with his blood. A sharp pain traveled through his whole body and he panted loudly.

"DAD!" he faintly heard before the obscurity took him away.

And just like that, Harry J. Potter died.

Or rather, he would have if the Skrewt's blood hadn't been such an anomaly. Even more when it was mixed with a rather powerful wizard's blood. And it was worse if said wizard actually was the master of death.

So he didn't die. But it didn't mean that he lived though.

See, that was what sucked with being crushed to death by a Skrewt. That thing hadn't been bred by a specialist (sorry about that, Hagrid) and its 'parents' had been a Manticore and a Fire Crab. Of course, that creature had to have stranges abilities such as spouting sparks by its behind or horrible smell. But the thing was that that being had had another one that no one had expected.

Creating some kind of transdismensional rift in its stomach when it was dying. Yeah, no one had expected that one.
Mostly Harry J. Potter.

But well, Fate had always liked to play with him.

When Harry regained his consciousness, he noticed two things even before he even opened his eyes.

One, it was cold as fuck and his stomach was still hurting almost as though someone was scavenging through it.
Two, someone was really scavenging his bloody stomach and he could feel teeth ripping his innards.

For a moment, Harry was too shocked to even react. He was almost detached to his body's sensations, faintly noticing how those teeth were pulling at his intestines, how hands (bloody hands, it was a human who was eating him!) were pulling away his spleen and bringing it to those bloodied lips. Then, the pain came back to his dulled senses and the wizard screamed.

His body hurt, his shoulder blades (for strange that it was because they hadn't been touched during his fight against the Skrewt) too and the worst was his stomach.

The thing, human, eating him suddenly stopped in his horrible meal and Harry almost sighed in relief. So the other was going to stop eating him? Maybe it meant that he was repenting and would help him.

Yes, Harry was pretty optimist right now.
That optimism was soon crushed to smithereens when he heard the human speak.

"What, so you were still alive? I'm really sorry about that but I won't stop... I'm too hungry to do it."

At first, Harry was simply and purely amazed at the man's words. Mostly because the man was speaking in Japanese and the wizard didn't know shit about that language. And then, he realized that the bastard was getting back to eat him alive and that didn't settle well with the wizard. Mostly because it hurt like a bitch and that he was getting tired of being skewered and eaten by monsters.

So he screamed. Loudly. So loudly that the monster stopped eating him and gave a frightful roar. Or frightened roar, Harry was pretty out of it with all that blood loss and pain.

But he could still see how the man's shoulders suddenly bulged and formed what seemed to be a wing covered in blood. The wizard blinked and watched how the man, monster or whatever that it was, jump at something while the wing or whatever it was swiftly moved and slashed something.

The something had been a trash bin. In fact, that trash bin had been thrown from the corner of a dark alley (which, Harry noticed, wasn't his yard at all) and the cannibal yowled while something suddenly slashed the air and pierced his right shoulder.

As Harry was pretty much fatally injured, he couldn't really move his head and only caught snippets of what was happening in the dark alley. But when the man's body rolled on the dirty ground and steps echoed in the alley, he tried to move his head and lowly grunted when a sharp pain ensued.

"Does he have any identification?" he heard someone ask through his pain dazed consciousness.

"No," someone else answered. That voice was deep and seemed disgruntled by something.

Maybe that man (for it clearly was a man, no woman could have such a deep voice) didn't like dirtying his shoes with blood. Well sorry, next time Harry'd try to not bleed all over the alley.

"But from that kagune, I'd say that we finally caught our Corpse Collector," the other grimly chuckled as he walked towards the fallen corpse.

Harry gasped in his puddle of blood and he saw the second man, the one with the deep voice, kneel on his blood and put his hand on his neck. If he was looking for his pulse then that meant that he was going to help him, right? Well, at least, Harry hoped so.

"I'm not sure about that Corpse part," the deep voice said while the man grimaced.

He had a bulky body with a really big nose. But what really reassured the wizard was that he wasn't salivating profusely at his battered body or trying to eat him. But he still spoke in a foreign language that the Brit couldn't understand.

"Oya?" the first man exclaimed while he sauntered until the duo. He stopped just in front of the injured body and cocked his head.

Harry glanced at him and softly cursed in his mind.
If that wasn't an Inferius, he was ready to announce at Witch Wizard that he was madly in love with Malfoy.

"So he's still alive?" the living corpse commented with a doubtful tone. "How persevering of him..."

"What's his chance of surviving this, Mado-san?" the other asked with a frown.

Harry could just gasp in pain and close his eyes. The hole in his stomach was hurting so much that he was slowly his consciousness. Yet he didn't want to faint before he checked if those two men were his allies or some other monsters ready to eat him.

"Close to zero, I'd say," the Inferius mumbled.

"But there's still a chance, right?"

"You've such a big heart, Shinohara-kun," a small chuckled passed through those parched lips and Harry felt something surround him. Arms? "But if you've made your choice, I won't say anything. Let's take this poor man and our dear Corpse Collector back to CCG."

"Yes," the second man's deep voice rumbled against Harry's head and he tried to say something.

But the words were caught in his throat and he could just whine weakly against that stranger's chest while they took him to some unknown place. So he closed his eyes and fainted. Again.

This was getting a little bit annoying.

"Good morning."

An unknown voice greeted him when he finally opened his eyes. Harry owlishly blinked, his glasses were missing and he couldn't see shit right now. So the man who had talked in that strange language (was it Chinese? Japanese? It seemed like Japanese) was pretty much a blur of color pink and white for him.

Harry weakly grunted and tried to move his hand to look for his glasses. Except that he hadn't counted on his whole body hurting when he had intended to raise his arm.

So, no moving. Alrighty then.

Two hands softly pushed him on his shoulders to make sure that he stayed put and Harry blinked. What was going on?

"Please, don't move if you don't want to open your stitches, sir."

"What?" Harry asked in a weak voice. In fact, it was so weak that it came out more like a whisper than a question.

"Ah, you don't seem to speak Japanese..." the man, Japanese he was pretty sure of it now, sighed and stopped pushing his shoulders.

Harry heard something akin to a stool scraping the linoleum and clothes ruffle before he heard the same man talk again. Except that this time, it was in English. Thanks Merlin for that small miracle.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Harry answered and tried to nod before he decided against it. He didn't want to feel that excruciating pain again. "Where am I?"

"At the hospital," the man told him in his cropped English. "I am doctor Kanou."

Harry slightly pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. So he had ended in a hospital. That meant that those two men had actually been his saviors. But why was everyone speaking in Japanese? And where were his family and friends?

He was pretty sure that being almost killed meant that he had to be visited and pampered. Yet he was all alone with a doctor who was looking at him with a strange expression. Not that he could see it as he didn't have his glasses.

"Who are you?" Doctor Kanou asked him when it became pretty obvious that Harry wasn't going to talk.

The wizard didn't answer him and the doctor sighed while he began to write something on his report. Not that Harry noticed it as he was still pretty much blind.

"Where are my glasses?" Harry finally asked after a long and pretty awkward silence.

Doctor Kanou seemed surprised by such an anodyne question and he faintly cleared his throat before he answered him.

"You came here without any glasses, mister..." He tilted his head and waited for the wizard to finish his sentence.

"Potter," Harry said before he furrowed his eyebrows. "How did I end here?"

The doctor slightly shifted on his stool and the other man narrowed his eyes.

"You were fatally hurt, mister Potter," Kanou told him with a grave voice. "Two CCG agents brought you here after a ghoul almost killed you."

"A ghoul?" The wizard repeated with disbelief as he pictured the Weasley's ghoul trying to hurt someone. He chuckled, that was pretty impossible, those creatures were harmless and didn't even like to leave their attics so forget about mingling in the crowd. So how had this doctor ended thinking that a ghoul had tried to eat him? "That can't be possible," he added with a sigh. "They only eat pests and bugs."

Kanou's clothes faintly rustled while he crept closer to the green eyed man, his lips slightly parted open as his eyes glinted in curiosity.

"Is the ghoul's diet in Europe like that?" the Japanese inquired in a soft voice.

"Well yeah," Harry blinked and licked his lips. They were parched and he suddenly felt his throat clench in thirst. "Can I have a glass of water?"

"Of course," Kanou immediately answered him before he gave him a plastic cup full of tepid water. "Can I have one of your friend or family's number so we can contact them?"

Harry weakly nodded as he gulped down the water and he swiftly recited the numbers. He was lucky to be one of the rare wizards who actually had cellphone. Even if his magic was too strong and that he had to change it every two weeks. But at least Hermione had a cellphone and as such he would soon be out of this Japanese hospital. It didn't seem to be a Muggle hospital if the doctor knew about ghouls. But Harry could hear the familiar sound of machines around him so he was a little bit confused.

Why would wizards surround themselves with technology when their magic always disrupted it?

He suddenly remembered something about muggle hospitals and why wizards should never end there, and he swiftly moved an arm to take a hold of the doctor's shirt. His stomach protested vividly by sending him a sharp zap of pain but Harry ignored it, he had to know something.

"Did you scan me?" He asked in a breathless voice.

The doctor blinked, not that Harry could see it though, and slightly pursed his lips.

"No," he said after a little silence.

Harry breathed in relief and released his hold on Kanou's shirt.

"Good," he whispered. "I don't... react well with magnetic fields."

The doctor didn't comment on that but Harry knew that he was looking at him with distrusting eyes. But the wizard didn't really care about that at that moment. He couldn't see a shit and didn't have his wand near him. And if his inkling about this being a Muggle hospital was true then he couldn't ask them if they had seen a stick near him when they had found him being eaten alive by that humanoid.

So he was pretty much stuck right now.

Harry heavily sighed and closed his eyes while he ignored the Japanese's insisting gaze. Kanou seemed to realize that the wizard wasn't going to talk anytime soon and stood up with a small sigh before he left the room.

However, just as he closed the door, someone approached him and began to talk in a hushed whisper. Not that it mattered as the injured Brit couldn't understand whatever they were saying.

Well, at least that was what they thought. Harry creaked open an eye and grimly smirked.

As every Auror out there, he had had some missions that involved foreigners. And as every wizard, he couldn't have been bothered by learning another language when he already mastered the English one. Therefore, as every bureaucratic worker in the Ministry of Magic, he had ended with a pretty lovely rune on his left axilla. A rune that could actually help him in this rather gloomy situation.

"Ansuz," Harry whispered and he slightly grimaced when he felt his axilla tingle.

With all the painkillers that he was under, he had thought that activating the runes tattoo wouldn't have actually hurt him. Though luck, as always.

"Kenaz," he added and his axilla immediately sent him a pain flare. Not that it mattered as the bips of the machines surrounding him had dramatically increased and were inducing him a killer headache. Or it could be the fact that the rune was slowly tricking his brain to believe that he could indeed speak Japanese.

Harry gritted his teeth and took a deep breath while his headache worsened. Faint whispers pierced through his pain induced daze and he grinned when he actually understood them.

"... seems like it wasn't his first encounter with them," doctor Kanou was whispering.

Maybe he was talking with a superior. Or what he was saying was strictly confidential. Harry furrowed his eyebrows and tried to move his head. The pain provoked by such action made him flinch and the bips rate increased. The wizard ignored them and this time tried to flex his fingers.

"I see," a deep and familiar voice answered Kanou's whisper. That person was talking easily as though they weren't speaking about a gravely injured man but the nice weather they were having.

Harry's eyes widened when he noticed that he could move his hands without much pain. Well, it was something.

He lightly probed at his magic, feeling how it was restlessly and tightly chained in his chest. The wizard frowned as it wasn't a normal occurrence. Magic wasn't meant to be constrained. It was free and his was particularly wild.

Therefore, having his magic so tightly restrained wasn't a good news.

Harry sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. The two Japanese outside were still talking and he almost flinched when he heard what they were saying.

"... still suspicious. How were the results?"

"The magnetic resonance didn't work on him," doctor Kanou said with a stressed voice. "The machine broke as soon as we put him in it."

"How about the Rc scans?"

Harry didn't even wait to listen to the doctor's answer. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. And in the following second, just as Kanou told the other man that the results had been inconclusive, the wizard vanished with a startling crack. The machines surrounding the hospital bed went crazy and smoke began to come out of some of them. The door was abruptly opened and the two men who had been previously talking about the wizard looked with shocked eyes the empty bed.

"Where did he go?" A teenager boy with dark blue hair and a stern face asked to the doctor Kanou.

The latter widened his eyes in shock while he observed the frozen screens and ruffled sheets on the bed. Then, probably noticing that Kanou wasn't going to answer him, the dark haired teen turned his head to look at the window. It was closed and he swiftly glanced outside to check if the patient had escaped from there. Except that it couldn't have been possible as they were in the hospital fourth story.

It was humanely impossible.

The dark blue haired teen narrowed his eyes and thinly smiled.

"He fooled us all," he muttered to himself.

"Arima-kun?" Kanou said with a hesitant voice.

"Yes?" the boy curtly answered without taking his eyes off the window. He was intrigued in how the suspect had escaped without even touching the window. They had put sensors there and they hadn't flared to life.

Wasn't it a ghoul? Shouldn't it have used its kagune? Unless it was a new kind.

"You need to see this," the doctor told him with a sterner voice.

Arima finally looked at the other man and raised an eyebrow when he saw what Kanou was talking about.

There, just on the bed with ruffled sheets was a pool of clear liquid. Kanou glanced at Arima before he put new latex gloves and touched the liquid. He gasped a bit when his fingers disturbed the liquid and they both observed with keen eyes how droplets of it stuck to the latex.

"It smells like ammoniac," Arima stated while he cocked his head.

"Indeed, it does," Kanou nodded and pursed his lips. He stretched his fingers and observed how the droplets became thin strings connecting them. Then, just as he clenched his fist and heard the squelching sound that the liquid produced in his hand, he absentmindedly added, "It almost seems like lubricant..."

Arima grimaced and slightly frowned before he dug his phone out of his coat pocket.

"I'll tell the CCG that we have a foreign ghoul in heat," he muttered to himself before he left the room.

Kanou slightly tilted his head and observed the small puddle of lubricant and pursed his lips. The foreign man's (or ghoul if Arima was right on this statement) words were still echoing in his head.

Ghouls only eat pest and bugs.

Could it be that for that man, for Potter, ghouls were mere tools?
Or was he just another ghoul that thought of humans like mere pests? But his tests results had been inconclusive. Was he human? Ghoul? Or could it be... Both?

Kanou grinned to himself and swiftly collected some of the lubricant in a test tube before he left the room.

This matter needed to be further researched.

It was only when he appeared in that dark and damp alley that Harry realized that apparating when he had been severely injured hadn't been a good idea. Mostly because when he did, he stopped being under those heavy painkillers and as such quickly realized how much in pain he actually was.

But there was worse.

While he felt as if his stomach had been ripped open and then savagely brutalized and scavenged, as if his shoulder blades had been a lovely encounter with a cheese grater, and his head swarmed with all those Muggle medicine (at least he didn't have a headache for now), all those pains were pretty understandable. He had been attacked with a Skrewt and then a maniac who had also been a cannibal. So all those things had a reason to actually hinder him.

But the fact that his bottom was aching and making feel as if he had sat on a bonfire and then a Fire Crab had chose to sleep on it (yeah, it felt that hot), that fact wasn't normal at all.

Harry shuddered, his cheek leaning on the dirty and humid ground. He could feel the rain falling down on his shivering body, sticking his hospital blouse on his otherwise naked self and the wizard scowled as he realized that the Muggles hadn't even left him some underwear.

So here he was, the wizard savior, only wearing a damp hospital blouse with his naked ass out in the air so everyone could see how red and bloody leaking it was.

Harry choked on his spit and scrambled over the nearest wall, he tried to clean his hand before he slithered it until it was over his aching bottom.

"Oh Merlin..." Harry moaned in horror. "Please let it be diarrhea..."

But all his prayers to the dead wizard weren't going to change his rather hopeless situation. Read as being almost naked in a damp alley while having what could only be called a leaking bottom. And it wasn't at all what Harry had hoped.

"Ara?" An unknown and male voice said and Harry tensed against the wall. Steps echoed in the otherwise empty alley and the wizard swiftly went over his options left.

Fight or flee were the only things that came to his mind. So he prepared himself and gritted his teeth.

He heard the unknown man sniff and Harry felt his whole body tense as a wave of pure pain scorched it. And, while he fought against the creeping unconsciousness that was slowly surrounding him, the wizard faintly saw a shadow kneel just in front of him.

"You're in my turf," the man told him with a rather strange calm voice.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts and felt the darkness vanish a little while he finally got to see who was talking to him. While he still didn't have his spectacles on, the other man was so close to his face that the wizard could actually see the other's face. And what a face it was, indeed.

The boy, for it clearly was a boy, had a heap of bleached light hair and piercings all over his ears while his eyebrows were mere dots. But that didn't shock Harry (he was a wizard and above everything else an Auror, try being shocked after meeting the naked head of a deer cult). No, it was the eyes who did the charm.

Big red pupils swarming in a sea of black ink. Or, to put it more bluntly, freaky red eyes with dark orbs.

Harry blinked, the pain in his stomach and shoulders fading to nothingness while his heartbeat increased.

He then noticed that he had understood what Freaky Eyes had told him.

"Oh," the wizard owlishly blinked and slightly tilted his head. "Am I?"

Freaky Eyes nodded and Harry tried to not look too intensively at those eyes. Maybe the other felt complexed about it. Harry knew that he would. So he looked at the unexisting eyebrows and then at the heap of bleached hair slicked back by a simple fillet.

"Are you strong?" Freaky Eyes suddenly added and Harry had to wait some seconds to actually understand the question.

After all, it had come out of nowhere. The wizard leaned his head against the damp wall and felt goosebumps creep all over his body when he realized that such action had made him bare his throat at the stranger. Also his bottom was still on fire.

Merlin, talk about an awkward situation.

"Well," Harry nervously drawled as he tried to ignore how those strange eyes were intensively looking at him without even blinking. "I guess so...?"

He almost winced at how his answer had sounded like he was doubting it himself.

'Way to go, Potter,' he chided himself while scowling.

"Let's fight," Freaky Eyes told him rather out of the blue.

Harry blinked.

The rain worsened around them and his whole body flared in pain.

His brain finally went back from his holiday in 'No-Way-In-Hell-This-Is-Happening' and the wizard gaped in shock.

"WHAT?" he screeched with all the power and indignation that an injured man almost naked standing under the rain could muster. Actually, it was quite a lot.

"Let's fight," Freaky Eyes repeated in a bored drawl.

"Why should I do that?" Harry retorted in an angry hiss.

Freaky Eyes tilted his head and gave him an almost innocent smile. "Because if you're strong enough to go out while smelling like that then you must be strong enough to humor me."

That was the last straw.

Harry gritted his teeth and slowly stood up on his shivering legs. He resolutely ignored the squelching sound as he firmly stood and glared at Freaky Eyes before he stretched his two arms, hands open and palms towards the sky.

"Let me repeat that," the wizard whispered while he narrowed his eyes and threw his magic around him in search of his wand. The tightness in his chest seemed to increase and Harry forced his magic to expand itself, wincing in pain when the action made his breathing become a mere hiss.
He tasted blood and narrowed his eyes. Using his magic was way more difficult than usual, he'd have to get it checked once he got back to Britain. That last thought was what made him push his magic to its limits and the wizard's eyes slightly widened when his magic finally followed his wish.

If Kanou hadn't lied to him about his glasses then they were probably in this alley. As would his wand too.

"Why should I," Harry stressed over the last word and smirked when he felt his magic prob at something familiar. His wand. "Fight someone like you? Accio!"

Suddenly his wand flew to his right hand (so fast that it almost hurt him) and Harry immediately pointed it at Freaky Eyes' chest, his eyes glowing in mirth while he savored his first 'winning' moment since his abrupt awakening at that muggle hospital.

"Oh," Freaky Eyes simply said as he cocked his head, his nose touching in an almost caress the wizard's neck. "Your smell has increased."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, quite taken aback by such an action when one was clearly being threatened.

"Smell," he repeated with a voice full of suspicion.

Freaky Eyes bobbed his eyes and smiled, his eyes slightly narrowing in mirth.

"Could it be your first time?" the strange boy told him with a small cackle.

"First time?"

Freaky Eyes widened his eyes and suddenly began to laugh. It was a strange sound, almost as if the teen wasn't accustomed to it.

"Answer me," Harry growled and the tip of his wand flared.

Freaky Eyes glanced at it with curious eyes and cocked his head before he swiftly jumped on the neared roof. Harry frowned and tensed against the wall when he heard the approaching footsteps and shouts.

"Merlin," the wizard muttered as he took a readied stance and prepared himself for a rain of Obliviatus. "This really isn't my day..."

And the first chapter ends. I'm looking for a beta. Quite desperately so.

In the next chapter, the first meeting with our favorite ghoul ever. I think we all know who it is, right?