Title: Harry Potter: The White Wolf Chronicles - Part 1: The Prisoner of Azkaban

Summary:This story starts at POA and goes onwards; but instead of Trelawney, a mysterious and slightly cynical young woman teaches Divination, and the secrets she holds will change Harry forever. Contains sexually explicit content (multiple pairings), swearing, humour (hopefully), and all the other good genres.

Author: EinzWhiteShadow

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's characters...I just like to borrow them every now and then. Einjeru, Annie and the plot, however, are all mine – so no stealing :P

Chapter 1: "Whisper of a Thrill"

Harry Potter sat slumped over his house table, illuminated by the giant starry canopy of the Great Hall at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All of his fellow Gryffindors were stuffing their mouths with food whilst simultaneously talking loudly over one another about their 'awesome' holidays, which resulted in all members of the table being covered in a thin layer of half-chewed food.

Despite the joyous atmosphere around him, Harry could only mull on one thought:

Why me?

Harry pursed his lips together and flicked a chunk of potato covered in Ron saliva off of his shoulder. His holidays were, as always, shit to start with. The Dursleys were a major pain in Harry's ass. He silently prayed that he would be taught some really good hexes this year.

Because then I could make Duddiekins shove an umbrella up his ass.

Harry smiled at his malicious thoughts and viciously bit into a chicken wing. Harry wouldn't call himself sadistic, but after being hit with puberty near the end of his second year at Hogwarts, he'd had some fantasies that were...a little on the odd side.

Oh – the joys of youth!

So yes, the beginning of Harry's holidays were shit; but then he magically inflated his mega bitch of an aunt, told Mr Dursley to go fuck himself and ran away to the Leaky Cauldron where he met the very vague wizard Prime Minister, Cornelius Fudge...so his holidays didn't end up being so bad after all. And when Harry thought about the amazing sex he'd also been having during his short stay at the Leaky Cauldron with a very special someone, his holidays were actually the best he'd ever had...but oh no, something had to go wrong; this was because Harry was The Boy Who Lived, so of course some mentally demented Azkaban escapee called Sirius Black was now after Harry's skin.

Why me?

This is a question that Harry asked himself occasionally during his extremely stressful and eventful life, and in times to come, this question would appear more frequently in Harry's mind.

Harry had been really excited to return to Hogwarts for his third year...but oh no...Harry was a drama magnet. So on the usual peaceful train trip (which had actually been pretty awesome due to the quickie Harry had in the restrooms), Harry got soul-raped by a Dementor – one of the guards of Azkaban who were scary as hell and smelled like a rotting ass.

Fabulous.

If it weren't for the devilishly handsome Professor R.J Lupin –

"What the fuck?" Harry sat upright in his seat, nearly as pale as Nearly Headless Nick.

Did I just say that out loud?? More importantly – did I just think that that Lupin guy was hot?? Because that's kind of –

"Gay"

Harry snapped out of his zone-out and fixed his penetrating emerald gaze on Ronald Weasley.

Harry leaned onto the table slightly, "Come again?"

"GAY", Ron said thickly through his mouthful of chicken.

Harry removed his glasses and used Hermione's robes to clean off the Ron saliva mixed with chicken.

Harry cleaned his glasses in silence before calmly staring into Ron's blue eyes and replying: "I know you are, but what am I?"

The entire table roared with laughter. Ron could barely contain his fit of giggles, spraying everyone within a 20 foot radius with pumpkin juice. There was high-fiving and masculine exchanges all round.

"No", Ron laughed, "every year I have a special word to snap you out of your day dreams; this year's word is 'GAY'".

"How clever", Harry mused, "and what were the last two?"

"Dick and Asshole"

Hermione dramatically swivelled in Ron's direction and rolled her eyes so hard that she nearly fell off the bench.

"Oh real mature Ronald"

And they were off: Ron vs. Hermione. Harry grinned, they were like a really old couple that'd spent 60 years married and had finally decided to tear away the thin veneer of civility and show their love through excessive use of the word 'fuck' over the dinner table. Harry couldn't help but interrupt.

"You know, Dick and Asshole are kind of-"

"Gay words?" Seamus interjected.

"That's how he came up with the new word", said George.

"Very smart our brother", Fred added, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Ron smiled sheepishly.

Hermione scoffed, "You are so...so", for once, the great Hermione Granger was lost for words.

"Beautiful?" Ron offered, fluttering his fiery eyelashes.

"To me", Dean sang.

"Oh god no", Hermione choked as her chocolate eyes widened with fear.

Harry made a microphone with his hand and sang, "You're everything that I hoped for"

Fred and George excitedly jumped up in their places and sang in unison, "you're everything I need".

"P-please...please not again!!" Hermione cried, hands over her ears.

But it was too late, the whole Gryffindor table had soon formed microphones with their hands, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw quickly followed suit. Some teachers at the head table joined in, others like Snape choked on their food. The Slytherin students all stared blankly at their food, not daring to look at what was going on around them, or else they might be outcast by their housemates. Professor Lupin stared open-mouthed at the writhing student body that was currently testing out the acoustics of the Great Hall. Of all the teachers, Dumbledore sang the loudest, eyes peering over his half-moon spectacles with his hands clapping to the beat.

"This has been happening at each opening and closing feast for the past two years now", Dumbledore shouted as explanation to Lupin, "don't you just adore the school spirit?"

Lupin's eyebrows looked as though they were about to join with his grey flecked chestnut hairline in shock. Snape looked as though he were about to cry. McGonagall was smiling slightly, trying to encourage Cornelius Fudge, who was a special guest at the feast, to sing along. Her nose and cheeks were bright red, and it became apparent to Harry that the woman was as drunk as a skunk.

After all of the singing was halted (Fred and George had started removing articles of clothing, which forced Dumbledore to stop the festivities – much to Snape's delight), Dumbledore stood behind the gold lectern on the slightly raised platform at the front of the teacher's table.

"Well that was truly delightful", Dumbledore's bright blue eyes watered as he chuckled, "I can't wait for our next little sing-in". Dumbledore grinned widely as he swept his eyes over the room.

Harry and Ron sniggered as they watched Snape drink some anti-headache potions and rub his temples slowly.

Dumbledore raised his arms in a welcoming manner, "Well then, just a few-"

But he stopped talking mid-sentence and began staring at the ceiling instead. The entire school joined him, gazing upwards to see what the old coot was staring at.

When Harry's eyes connected to the normally starry canopy, he gasped - the once starry sky was now filled with angry violet clouds that would flash bright blue at the presence of cracking lightening.

Harry suddenly heard a sharp whisper, almost like a sigh, come from the giant oak entrance doors to the hall. He swivelled his head around to the entrance, and realised that no one around him could hear the noise. Harry turned to the teacher's table, and was shocked to find that Dumbledore, Lupin and Snape were now gathered around the lectern, staring at the dark brown doors, which now sounded as though some strange creature were behind them, making its attendance heard. Harry could hear the soft sigh turn to growls behind him – but why were the professors smiling? The growling became louder, and Harry fixed his attention back to the giant doors.

Hermione pulled her eyes from the ceiling and fixed her beautiful brown eyes on the back of Harry's head.

"What is it Harry?" she whispered, sounding slightly worried.

"I don't – "

Suddenly, a deep voice sang out in Harry's head.

"I'm waiting at the door"

Harry jumped in surprise and turned to Dumbledore, Lupin and Snape, knowing that they had heard it to. Dumbledore replied to Harry's worried look with a smile. The voice was eerily familiar, as though Harry had heard it in a dream. Was he dreaming now? Hermione squeezed his hand tightly, and Harry was brought crashing back to the present.

Where have I heard that voice before?

"I'm waiting at the door", the deep voice repeated, "won't someone let me in?"

Dumbledore motioned Filch over to him. The two men talked quickly in whispers before Filch ran to the doors. He opened one of them just wide enough so that he could fit through, but so that no one could see what was waiting outside. A majority of the students and staff were now looking at Dumbledore with great confusion.

"It seems", Dumbledore said loudly to get the full attention of the hall, "that we have a visitor"

Harry glanced at the doors again before resting his eyes once again on his headmaster. All but four teachers looked completely confused; McGonagall, Lupin, Snape and Hagrid. Fudge was staring daggers at Dumbledore as he tapped his small foot and fiddled with his lime bowler hat.

"I would appreciate it if you could be quiet for a few moments whilst I ask him what is the matter", Dumbledore smiled at his students before fixing his gaze back on the doors.

All the students now faced the oak doors, chatting amongst themselves, coming up with outlandish ideas as to who the visitor could be – Sirius Black was mentioned once or twice. Hermione scoffed loudly at Ron's suggestions of the visitor being a troll or giant before casting a worried glance at Harry.

The doors creaked, and everyone fell silent. The doors slowly opened, and even Dumbledore looked surprised when he saw the visitor.

Authors Note: End of Chapter 1 of my first fan fic! Sorry if it's long, but I'm a bit of a rambler (grins). If you could pretty please review, that would be awesome! More instalments to come – you'll find out in the next chapter who the mysterious visitor is, and soon the identity of Harry's unknown lover will be revealed. There is also going to be quite a lot of pairings in this story, so if you'd like two (or more) characters to hook up, just say so and I'll work it into the story! Thankyou for reading!