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Ilce - I really want you to enjoy this so if anyone has any suggestions feel free to tell me.

What a Lone Wolf Will Do

The First Wolf

Draco's POV

It was a typical day in Hogwarts, or at least as typical as it ever is. I was looking across the hall at the Gryffindor table, or if I was being completely honest with myself I was looking at ONE Gryffindor though I would never admit that.

I looked up towards the head table to see the two girls who had come to speak with Professor Dumbledore and seemed to be arguing with him. He was obviously not telling or giving them something, and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The girls were gripping their wands, complete opposites one bone white the other pitch black, suddenly they whipped around and lifted their wands as one.

"Verto lemma ut lupus!" The one with the white wand cried.

Her opposing friend then cried, "tribuo lemma contraho!" She then turned to Dumbledore and said, "I warned you."

Her friend then uttered the final words, ones that chilled me to the bone because I understood these ones I felt the weight of the spell and felt myself tugged towards another as the incantation was wrought, "iugum lemma sursum quod disperse lemma!"

Literally "pair them up and disperse them."

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I woke groggy and jumped up to see a scarred black wolf next to me, completely asleep, then I saw my reflection in a puddle, or rather what should have been my reflection, instead I saw a pure white wolf, though my slate grey eyes stared back at me which calmed me some.

I turned to look back at the other wolf remembering, so I was paired up with another student. So who was it?

I narrowed down everyone with black hair, that left way too many, now guys with black hair there's still a lot, yet I noticed that Potter fell under both categories, but I quickly drew away from that thought and went through others and realized that in my reflection to my great horror I was wearing a heavy, ruby studded, gold color.

"What the bloody hell?" I cried then yelped with surprise at hearing my own voice.

I then whipped around hearing a rustle and saw the black wolf heaving itself to it's feet and a heavy, emerald studded, silver collar around its neck, and lord help me if I knew why I said it, but I did.

"Potter?"

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Ilce - well this is set at the end of their third year and will continue for awhile, and yes I know there is no way in hell a wolf would let you put a collar on them so shut up.