Wolf Pack
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Summary: AU to the entire Harry Potter Saga. Independent Harry and Co. A story not about studying in Hogwarts but training as an unspeakable, where the most dangerous and the most unorthodox manner of teaching is allowed. Is the world and Voldemort ready for a Harry Potter who is not afraid to fight back, a world where there is no dark or light magic but just magic.
Authors note: This story is a lot different from the other story I'm writing ( Alliance) it is more or less completely AU and creative writing. While it focuses on combative magic and action its main focal point is on the characters development as we saw in part in the Rowling's work. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this story started on the 25/07/07
Harry Potter
Harry Potter stood facing a mass of dirty dishes piled sky high in the sink, his arms were elbow deep in soapy water as he methodically began to clear the stack. Somewhere in the background he heard the rest of his 'family' laughing to the rapturous sound of the television and he sighed deeply at the unfairness of it all, here he was the youngest member of the family but the only one that ever did housework. The reason given to him for this poor treatment was that he was a 'freak' not just any kind of freak like the postman who wore shorts, or people who dyed their hair or even people who owned pets, no Harry was the worst sort of freak imaginable. He was a wizard meaning he had the potential to do magic with the aid of a wand, which was the sum total of what his aunt had told him well that and the fact that his parents had gone and gotten themselves blown up and that Harry would probably be going to the same freak school that his mum had gone to and that any other questions that he had could be answered by his sort. While it seemed practical that Harry would be excited to know that he would be leaving this place to go to that 'freak' school he wasn't. He wished to go somewhere else he kept thinking that maybe if his parents had gone to a better school then maybe they would have been better able to defend themselves. But Harry resigned to his fate that the letter would come and he would go.
Hermione Granger
Hermione Granger sat ever so still in a wicket chair beside a small arched opened window, a book was placed on her legs and her eyes were transfixed upon the pages. Outside the window children played their little giggles and cheerful shouts drifted up to the solitary girl who did not flinch or turn her head wondering what they were doing down below but remained absorbed to her book. The room as it was was filled with nothing that proclaimed that of a fun childhood it was ever so neat with stacks not of toys but books far advanced for her age. One could ask themselves when childhood had left this place only to find that it had never entered or ask themselves whether the girl mourned the loss of something she never had experienced? Well the tear stained marks that soiled the pages of the book she held and the hand that shook slightly when laughter reached her ears held the answer.
Ronald Weasley
Ron Weasley was the sixth child of seven but was the youngest boy of 6 and was thus the brunt for much abuse and pranking and often hand me down clothing. It had taken Ron a long time but he had grown to accept the fact that money was always going to be tight when you had six children to take care of and as such he did not begrudge his parents for the fact that he had never been given anything new, neither did he dislike his brothers for the fact that they had been born first. No that was not what made Ron unhappy rather it was the fact that he could never measure up to the level of the others that anything he would go on to do would have already been done by them. Take of instance going to Hogwarts what was the point of going somewhere where he would surely be invisible against the marvels of his older brothers and where he would hear the much uttered phrase I wonder if he'll be as good as… or well I guess not all Weasley's are the same. Ron longed to find a place where he could go and live out of the shadows of his brothers but he knew that was wishful thinking.
Mariana Sapiens
Marianna fondly known as Rianna by her friends stood in the middle of a group of children some older, most younger, all watching her attentively. She may barely be 11 but she'd been filling the role of the esteemed leader for many years and as a result all questions had been upon her to answer. She was always the one to defend the weak or rally the strong, the world was at her feet with those eager to follow her… but this was not what she wanted. Oh she wanted for once to be able to blend into the shadows and just watch the going on's of life she wanted to be led and not shoulder the responsibility for others she want to an equal and not placed on a pedestal of honour. But she resigned to the hand of fate that decided that this was her life this was home one that she could never leave behind.
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy esteemed son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy lay on his bed staring up at his ceiling, in his hand he caught and tossed a small snitch with amazing reflexes. It was just another day with thousands of things to do; money was not a restriction for as one of the richest families in the wizarding community he literally had the world to control, yet he lay alone in a room of beauty with a look of sullen. Any day he would be going to school, his father had told him all about it with a set of instructions about whom he must associate with and whose approval he needed to gain etc etc. His whole life had been planned out for him by his parents gifts were given as a trade for his freedom for his right to choose what he would make of the world. But unbeknownst to them he valued freedom more than anything and promised himself that one day he would have it at all costs. One day he thought one day he would show them that he was more than what they made him but till then he remained as a dragon in sleep.
Neville Longbottom
Neville Longbottom nervously shuffled into the room his head hung low his eyes fixated to the floor but then quickly stood up straight when his grandmother scolded him for his less than adequate entrance. His whole life was built around a feeling of inadequacy whatever he had set his mind to thus far had been a failure and this had led to him being a highly nervous young man who lacked self confidence. Of all the things that he wished for at night it was not to see his dead parents again for he was sure that he would not make them proud, no for now he wished to be somebody else all together. Each day he woke with the hope that today would be difference that today he would be a newer Neville or something of the sort. But wishes were not made to come true for a person like him.
Unbeknownst to them a letter from a secret society was on path to each one, an arrow roaring in a fiery inferno with a note attached at the point a letter that would change there lives.
Dear ….
You have been chosen amongst thousands of prospective individuals to attend a secret society (for security reason we cannot name). We look forward to your arrival on the 1st September and please note that attendance is mandatory with the only get out clause being death or serious disembodiment although this will be judged by case.
You're sincerely,
Mr/ Mrs
P.S Please note this letter will explode on completion
P.P.S Please also note that on the completion of reading this letter you have accepted the invitation
P.P.P.S All further instruction will be provide on the day of arrival and how you will arrive is a secret and as such you cannot know even when you know
P.P.P.P.S Please forget everything you have read until the 1st September and all those who attempt to remember this or share this with another person will suffer horrendously. Unfortunately how they suffer will be a secret
We hope to see you soon!
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