So I decided to post a short story, it's only a few chapters long but my rules of post once a week still applies for this new story I'm writing. I worked a lot of and posted in the Daily Prompt Dump for fun and after I did I wrote several more chapters. It's edited and has a few more thing added to. It still has some mistakes in it since I can't catch them all, but I fixed most of them.

Love creature fics were Harry is a creature. I truly hope you enjoy it as this the my first full story I'm writing about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do have some Ocs that will make a regular appearance for awhile.

Once in Blue Moon

Chapter 1: The Bite / New discoveries

Word count:2,215

Last Edit: Friday January 13, 2017

Harry was partially aware of his surroundings, he could hear distinct unfamiliar voices, electronic beeping, and he can feel the soft fabric under his hands that covered his body. Other than that, and his name, he doesn't remember much. Slowly but surely, it all came back to him.

It wasn't even that long ago.

It was at the beginning of summer, just after Dudley's, Harry's miniature of a whale cousin's, 5th birthday, Uncle Vernon's drill company sent him to America for an extended business trip. They even paid for the rest of the family to go too. Since no one in their right mind would take care of kid for over two months without any feedback or information from his guardians, his aunt and uncle had no choice but to take him with them.

Of course none involved didn't know that blood wards protecting the family couldn't follow them all the way to America and return to England with them, it just didn't work that way. The family were unprotected there.

Not that they knew that.

They stayed in a hotel the first night but quickly settled in the new house they'll be living in for the next couple of months.

Petunia settled easy enough, as she gossips with the ladies in the neighborhood. Unlike back in Surry, none believed her about Harry being a trouble maker and a bully. These women were more watchful. They comment how sickly the boy looked in those ratty clothes, how unfocused his eyesight seem to be, how far too polite and obedient he was for it to not be conditioned. Not in those words mind you, but they were implied. She tried with the usual excused of not having enough money for two children, they raised and eyebrow and gave her a once over, taking a mental note of her nice clearly expensive clothes.

'Because she's spends all the money on herself,' they thought to themselves.

Then she tells them that he gets easily sick. 'Seeing a doctor could fix that.' They once asked the too small boy, as they once mistook him for a two year old, who his doctor was. He tilt his head and simply asked what a doctor was. They didn't believe her on that front either.

Some of these women have older kids, and they always come home complaining about a really large boy they've never met or seen before try to push and boss them around like he owned the place. There were only two new children in the area and one of them can still be small enough to be mistaken for a toddler. They pretended to be nice to woman but she grated at their nerves with her horse like figure, walrus of a husband, and whale of a son.

There's one thing to note about the town they now reside in. There are many magical families leaving in the area, and even 'dark' creatures like werewolves lived near by. One of the women was a witch and the moment she noticed Harry she knew what he was.

No child, whether magical or not, deserve that treatment.

She already sent a letter to MCPS or Magical Child Protective Services department at MACUSA, the Magical Congress of the United States of America. These No-majs didn't deserve to have such a special child living under their roof. They were the worst kind of people.

Due to them being new and temporary to the neighborhood, no one came and installed wards to protect against the local werewolf pack that the magical locals allow run freely during the full moon on the outskirts of town. The pack were friendly in their human form, and were exemplary workers at whatever job they had, but everyone, even the non magical knew to stay indoors under wards and locks on the full moon.

Not a single person mentioned this 'legend' to the new family whose temporary home was just at the edge of safety perimeter of the suburbs.

It was a full moon, Harry never knew when it came about, he just knew he couldn't sleep during it. This time around he wasn't locked in some cupboard under the stairs but in an actual room, sleeping in an actual bed, that had an actual window! The night was clear, no clouds whatsoever, he had a clear view of the moon. Of course he notice how not one house as far as he can see had no lights on, not even the glow of a telly.

He jumped when distant howls started. He had the window open to allow some freash air in the stuffy room.

The master bedroom was downstairs on the first floor and three bedrooms on the second floor. Harry had the smallest bedroom, right across the bathroom, Dudley slept in the biggest upstairs bedroom down the hall furthest the from the stairs. The second smallest was easily turned into Dudley's toy room for broken and discard toys.

Clutching his favorite and only blanket and stuff wolf (the only toy that Harry had, not that he knew that the toy had been charmed to always look new and to be automatically summoned to Harry in case he loses it or is stolen from him) he calls Moony, at least that's what the tag on the fake collar says, as he slowly moved out his room. He was parched, so he decided to get water. He forgoed the thought of going down to the kitchen to get a class as there was already a cup in the bathroom he can use.

He was barely halfway across the hall when a crash from downstairs was heard. It was only then did he notice that angry howls and growls of wild dogs close by. He barely had time to go back and lock his door when he heard his aunt and uncle start shouting and the sound of his uncle's gun. More snarls and growls, then his aunt screaming in pain, more gunshots. He was just glad he already locked the door when shots started, he ran to the window and looked outside.

He didn't know what he was seeing, but he did know that those creatures out there where vary dangerous, off to the side where he couldn't see, he heard a few pops. People wearing strange uniforms appeared and tried to subdue the animals but it was too late as some had already broken into the house. He had ignored the snarling, growling and scratches coming up the stairs. Tears fell as the banging on his door started as well as the terrified screams of his cousin. He couldn't ignore them any longer.

The creature successfully broke the door down, other than his tears, Harry made no moves to escape. He stared at the creature in the eyes. A blurry memory resurfaced, it was the full moon, a creature similar to this one was happily nuzzling him, along with a great big black dog and a stag, a woman with a loving voice was chanting or was it singing. Animals surrounded him, protecting him, the woman's chanting got louder as the golden glow surrounding them grew brighter. The chanting and glowing stopped as the sun began to rise, the three animals turned into humans. He knew then that the woman was holding him the entire time, completely at peace with the beasts. He could not remember any of their faces but did know who the were.

His parents, Lady and Prongs, along with their close friends, Moony and Padfoot. They rarely said their real names around Baby Harry, so he couldn't remember them.

Not like it mattered anyway, he was going to be with parents anyway.

"Moony..." He whimpered as he held the wolf closer.

The creature stopped and looked at him, as if analyzing him somehow. The creature moved closer to him, Harry pressed further back into the wall. The creature jumped at him, it's teeth just sinking in when a man came in and yanked the beast way from the boy.

That's the last thing Harry remembers before waking up in the very white, very clean room. He noticed it was day time but that didn't really tell him how long he had been asleep. He knew it had been awhile as there were get well cards, balloons, and flowers that were needed to be trimmed or they'll die soon. Inspecting the room more he found Moony on a table next to him on top of his blanket. Harry imagined the wolf guarding it with his life.

He giggled at his owned imagination as he picked both of them up and hugged them close. At least he still had them with him.

The door opened letting three people came in. Two were women and a man, the red haired women and man wore similar uniforms with the color and the white coat the lady was wearing being the only difference. The other woman looked like a social worker with her primed and pressed suit and blonde hair tied in a tight bun. The woman wearing the white coat spoke first.

"Good Afternoon little guy, my name Doctor Carol Kepler, you can call me Carol if you like. This is nurse Brian Wilson, just call him Brian." She winked at Harry as she pointed at the man. Then she gestured uncertainty towards the other woman. "And this ..."

"My name is Melody Rogers, I work for child services. We all just want ask you some questions while Nurse Wilson checks you over, okay?"

Harry nodded. They nodded back and smile at him.

"First things first, do you you know your name?"

"Henry James Potter, ma'am."

"Why, how a noble name! And so polite, too!"

Harry blushed.

"Harry is okey too."

They nodded, the name was stitched into the blanket, so they already knew his name before they asked, though they did wonder what RSB stands for.

After that they continued to ask questions, like his birthday, his age, his formal address, his guardians' names, etc. It was when they stop asking about him but his life at home did he feel uncomfortable talking, they already knew but they wanted to hear from him. They finally coaxed it out of him but not without a few hiccups and tears. The doctor and worker spoke as the nurse left after checking Harry over, the doctor left soon, leaving Harry alone with the worker.

"Harry there is something you should know, your aunt and uncle are gone, like your parents are."

Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't say things else about them. But he can't help but ask.

"And Dudley?"

"He's fine, a little frightened but fine. He's currently in a foster home until his aunt comes and picks him up. Harry you might not see them again, do you understand that?"

He nodded. Aunt Marge hates him as much as the rest of the Dursleys.

"Harry is there anybody that you might know who would take you in?"

He shook his head. There's no one... he stared at Moony clutched tightly in his hands. Moony has a zipper on his his back, he never opened it but maybe there's something in there. He slowly unzipped it, fully aware someone was watching him. He stuck his too small hand in it, feeling some kind paper, he pulled it gently.

It was at photo of three men and a baby. Unlike his memories, this was clear and undamaged. Melody read the back and smiled. She asked if she could see it.

The man holding the baby was clearly it's father as he had a striking resemblance to the boy in front of her, the baby was clearly Harry. The two other man were cooing at the baby keeping the attention off the boy's father.

The back was written on by several people seeing as it different hand writings.

Harry, James, Remus, and Sirius goofing off again, this what my life has become but I wouldn't change it for the world. -Lily Potter, the Noble Lady

I think Bambi likes me better than Prongs, don't you think Moony? Don't pout Prongs, it unbecoming of a Lord. -Sirius Black, the Mischievous Padfoot

I am not pouting, Padfoot. And Harry is MY son, of course he likes me the best. Moony back me up! -James Potter, the Leading Prongs

Come on guys we're supposed to write something for our little cub can enjoy reading when misses us at school! Beside I think Lady here is Harry's favorite ;p she does feed him. -Remus Lupin, the Sane Moony

As soon as Mel finished reading, the writing disappeared and reappeared with new words but without the silly titles at the end. She concluded that it was just context for the color of who's who. Lily was grassy green, Sirius was glittering black, James chose a red ink for his, and Remus used dark blue. She read them out loud to Harry, not knowing if he could read yet or not. It didn't matter though as she got what she was looking for.

Both James and Lily are dead but there's a chance that Remus and Sirius are not. And from what she can see from the photo, Remus might be like Harry.

A werewolf.

Not my best but what are you gonna do? *shrug* Before I continue I would like to say that this takes place in the 2000s, around Summer of 2005. Harry was born in 2000, Hogwarts years start in 2011. It's a bit slow for a while but it'll pick up soon since there is only about six years before Hogwarts.

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