The Outcast
By MonkeyQueen1262
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Chapter 1- Memories Lost
It was the middle of the night. In a dark forest, a huge creature shaped similarly to a dragon sniffed at the ground. Its red eyes glowed out from its shadowed face, and there was the hiss of scales rubbing together as it moved deeper into the forest. It didn't notice the pair of emerald eyes following it from the treetops. They began to narrow as the creature headed further into the forest, then they vanished soundlessly into the dark.
Suddenly, the dragon-creature started to get excited and move faster, it had caught a scent. It turned sharply to the left, and didn't seem to notice that it was being led in a direction similar to the way it had come. At least, until it smelt its own scent. Then its head rose, and its red eyes narrowed, and it seemed to realize that it was being tricked. The emerald eyes had appeared in the trees again, and they seemed to be worried.
The dragon-creature glared into the trees. The emerald eyes blinked, then the creature swept down from the tree it was perched in and landed carefully behind the scaly creature. He was shaped like a wolf pup with smooth, sleek black fur. However, unlike a puppy, black, bat like wings sprouted from his back. He stalked up to the dragon-creature, which was the size of a young dragon. The wolf-creature crouched behind the dragon-creature and prepared to pounce. He appeared to size up the creature and plan the best method of attack, then he leapt up to the spot between the creature's wings. It roared and its head whirled around to try and bite him, but its neck couldn't reach far enough. The wolf-creature snarled and sank its teeth into the dragon-creature's wings. It howled and swung its wings around and the wolf was thrown from its back. It was hurled into a tree and it whimpered and pulled itself to its feet.
He growled and shook its wings out. Then he lunged back at the dragon-creature, using its wings to glide and it latched onto the weak point in the creature's neck scales. It howled, and tried to shake him off, but the wolf-creature's teeth seemed to grow longer, and sink deeper into the other creature's throat! The creature howled and screamed in terror and began to run to try to escape the wolf-creature. The wolf-creature let go and rolled into a bush. The dragon-creature was too terrified to notice and kept running.
The wolf-creature limped out of the bush and calmly observed the creature fleeing, his teeth shrinking back to their normal length. When it was well out of sight, he turned and headed into a hidden clearing in the forest. He was greeted by several of his kind fussing quietly over him, as many more slept nearby.
:: Silly cub! You should have come to us before open combat with a Calanus:: Echoed in the creature's mind. He rolled his eyes,
:: But Magana! By that time he would have found us:: The female creature sighed,
:: You know I just don't want you to get hurt Xantil! I just wish you didn't have to do things like this! You are a Hunkil cub, and Hunkil cubs should not have to fight Calani::
Xantil sighed and nuzzled Magana's face.
:: I know. You and your pack took me in, and I thank you for that, but you don't have worry so much about me::
Xantil was the only one in the clearing that hadn't been born into the Hunkil pack. He had no memory of the beginning of his life. When he was about five, he woke up in the middle of the forest with no memory of the first years of his life. For months he had wandered around, trying to figure out who he was, and why he was here. He had almost starved to death until he started hunting small, baby rabbits and the like. Then, after a year, he had narrowly escaped death by being mauled by a Calanus. He had hidden in a bush and passed out from blood loss, and had been found a few days later by Magana who had been searching for food. She had brought him back to her pack and they had healed him, and, when they learnt that he was on his own, they adopted him into their pack.
They had named him as Xantil, and accepted him as their own, but everyone could see he felt like an outsider. He felt like he was intruding on the pack, and as such he tried to separate himself. Of course- that didn't stop Magana from constantly fussing over him. She was defiantly a mother hen. She was the mate of Jamks, who was the pack leader. While Jamks was polite to Xantil, it was clear that he felt like Xantil was an intruder in the pack.
Xantil was defiantly a loner in the pack, but he didn't seem to mind it. Most of the Hunkils assumed that he had been a loner for the first part of his life too, which was why he seemed happy with it. That was another common topic of conversation between the Hunkil pack. He had been taken in by the pack two months ago, and everyone wondered why he had no memory of his past life. Most of them assumed that he was subconsciously blocking some terrible memory, but some were getting impatient. They didn't know this newcomer and he was a strange Hunkil. They wanted his memory to come back so that he could return to his previous pack, and it was showing in the way they looked at Xantil.
Xantil sighed as he curled up at the trunk of a tree, away from the rest of the pack. Sometimes, when he was being fussed over by Magana, he just wished he could stay, but he knew perfectly well that, if he didn't get his memory back sometime soon, he would risk being tossed out of the pack. He sighed and closed his eyes, but a tear leaked out from his closed eyelids. He knew that he had to leave. Soon.
As Xantil drifted off to sleep, far, far away, an old man sat at his desk rubbing his head. Albus Dumbledore was growing very weary. Voldemort was supposed to be dead, witches and wizards were celebrating. While Albus put up an optimistic front, he was loosing hope inside. He knew that Voldemort wasn't really gone, and he knew that he would come back. Albus sighed.
That blasted prophecy! It said that the Potter boy could defeat Voldemort! The boy DID survive, and Voldemort WAS stalled, but then, four years later Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, vanishes from his aunt and uncle's house. Albus groaned- it was his fault the boy had gone. He had KNOWN that his relatives didn't like the abnormal, but he had put little Harry with them anyway! He didn't think the Dursleys would go as far as physical abuse, yet that seems to have been exactly what happened. He should have listened to Mrs. Figg about the boy's bruises and his shyness. But he didn't, then the boy ran away and wasn't seen since.
Dumbledore had sent out his Order to search straight away, but the boy had eluded them. Soon, the searches had become less and less frequent and now, the boy was almost seven, and the only one with any hope that he was still alive was Remus Lupin. However, even Remus had started losing hope.
Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He could feel a dark presence growing somewhere it a gloomy corner of the world. He walked to his window and gazed out at the sinister forest outside. If only the boy hadn't disappeared.
end of chapter 1
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