Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Really wish I did though...
AN: I'm redoing both of my stories over break, so this one I think I'm mostly going to leave alone, just fixing errors here and there. Enjoy! -Robin 12/21/2011
Fenrir POV
Fenrir Grayback and his pack were patrolling one of the borders of their territory, somewhere near Surrey. It was near midnight when out of nowhere a breeze sprang up bringing the smells of the city to the forest. Fenrir grimaced in disgust as the smell washed over him, greasy French fries, garbage, muggles, more garbage, and then the smell of pain, blood, and himself? Fenrir blinked in shock realizing what it meant. As any good book on werewolves will tell you, a werewolfs mate is found because they smell faintly of the werewolf.
He summoned his pack who had continued on, quickly explaining before shifting into his wolf form, a silver wolf with a black stripe down his back. He dashed off into the forest following the scent, his pack following behind.
They ran for a couple miles before they came to the source, a small 2-story house just like all the others on the street. Except for the fact that his mate for some reason or another was inside, and hurt. He hesitated slightly letting his pack catch up, a gasp from Remus Lupin stopping him from barging inside.
"What?" he growled irritated.
"This is Harrys house, well his relatives house." Remus, shocked replied, for he too could smell the blood and it was no small amount.
"Harry Potter?" came the outraged question from the pack members crowded around, for Harry Potter had killed their lord and they were now constantly hunted by the wizards, no one dared leave the safety of their territory alone.
"No matter" Fenrir growled, "He is my mate." He glared at them warningly before once again shifting and jumping the back yard fence and slipping in through the back door.
Once inside he ordered his pack to search the house. He leaped up the stairs to where the bedrooms were bound to be. The first held an overweight boy drooling and snoring most unattractively, the second much the same the boys father just as overweight as his son and his wife a ugly horse faced
woman.
He quickly checked the remaining room, it was filled with toys and games all broken and strewn everywhere. He paused to find the scent again and walked more slowly down the stairs. He found that surprisingly the scent seemed to come from the stairs, or at least below them, he remembered the cupboard door. He gave a roar of rage glad for the silencing spell around the house, though it's reasons for being there in the first place were suspicious. He raced down the rest of the stairs and tore open the cupboard door.
The sight that met him made the anger flare and then die. His mate lay on a small thin mattress that was soaked in blood, his clothes in tatters. Cuts, and bruises littered his body, bones showing through his skin and broken in places. His emerald eyes dulled by pain and the fever from the infection that had set into his wounds. Fenrir took a gentle step forward and the boy's eyes widened slightly in fear, Fenrir put his hands up slightly to show the boy he meant no harm. The boys fevered thoughts broadcast through the space for those even who had little skill in the magic of the mind " Well at least it's not the Order, not like they care anymore, I think I would prefer the Death Eaters but it's not them either…. Aw well doesn't really matter what happens to me now there's no way I'm gonna survive this to much longer I know I've lost too much blood, Wonder what the Order will think, you know they really shouldn't tell a twelve year old boy about secret society's….. Maybe I'll get to see Mum and Dad again, that would be nice."
The last was thought with a sad sigh as the boy faded even closer to unconsciousness. Fenrir swallowed his emotions at his mates thoughts and stepped forward once more, the boys dull eyes following his movements.
He carefully picked the boy up cradling him in his arms not wanting to cause him further pain. Harry gripped his shirt with what little strength he had left instinctively knowing he was safe and Fenrir backed out of the cramped cupboard. His pack who had gathered behind him were shocked at the condition of the boy and Remus let out a strangled sob. For Harry was Remus's cub even if not by blood, his and Sirius's, though Sirius wasn't here to see this being in Askaban for a crime he did not commit. Fenrir gave him an understanding look and with a jerk of his head in permission he left his pack to deal with his mates relatives. Apparating back to the main camp with his mate.
The pack following when they were finished the house and it's dead occupants, with a replica of Harry that would fool even the Unspeakables, looking as if Death Eaters had attacked even going so far as to put their masters mark into the sky to, trigger the wards, before apparating away leaving no trace behind of their involvement magical or other wise.
AN: Okay so this is set in Harry's second year, right before the start of it. He faced Voldemort as Quirrel, after that Dumbledore revealed the Order's existence to him pledging to protect him, as you can see that worked out well. Remus is living with the pack (obviously) and Sirius is still in Askaban as he was in canon, though Remus knows he is innocent. But who would believe a werewolf?