Disclaimer: I do not own HP
Warnings: Slash, and abuse in this chapter
A/N: Thanks for all the reveiw! Now alot of you guys say/wondering why I forgot that werewolves can change during the full moon and change back in the morning. I didn't, it's part of the plot. Sorry if I confused anyone.
Now on with the show!
Arctic
It had taken Harry nearly an hour to sneak away from Arctic, the dog had been overly protective of him as of late, Harry smiled at the thought, it was nice to have someone care about him even if was just a dog.
"Boy!"
Harry cringed as he gently closed the front door, the house shaking as his large Uncle came stomping out the den, the young wizard giving a yelp as the front of his shirt was grabbed by a meaty hand and he was lifted.
"Where the hell have you been!" Vernon demanded shaking the boy then throwing him on the floor, "I never gave you permission to leave!"
Harry stayed silent, it didn't matter that earlier that day his Uncle had kicked him out the house, it didn't matter because Vernon never needed a reason for what he did when it came to Harry.
Vernon grabbed Harry again and dragged him to the cupboard under the stairs, swung open the door and throws him in.
"I have to pick up Marge from the station" the man said as he closed and locked the door, "when I come back we'll finish"
Harry shivered.
Contrary to what the humans of his world thought of him and his kind, he did not kill for fun and pleasure…sometimes. The point was they didn't kill unless they had a reason for it, same with turning, sure there were the few accidents now and then, but really the humans should know better than to enter another's territory uninvited.
Arctic grabbed the dirty shirt tied to his hind leg between his jaws and ripped it off, letting it drop in the pile where the other piece of clothe had been around his ribcage, his injures had long since healed. They took longer then usual because of that damn sliver knife used on him, but thanks to his Pup he had recovered.
Unfortunately the magic that allowed the ability to change from one form to the next had not, it didn't worry him at the least and knew when the time came he would be able to change again.
With a shake of his fur, Arctic took in the park that had become his temporary den, until he recovered. Now that he was healed, he could leave taking his Pup with him.
….If only he knew where his Pup was.
Arctic….he suppose he should get use to the name until he could change…sniffed the pieces of clothes, taking in the scent of his blood and his Pup's floral scent….what was that scent anyway?
Having the scent now locked into his mind, Arctic started tracking his Pup.
His Pup's scent led him to a row of houses that all looked the same, the sun had since been set and the stars were started to reveal themselves, some hidden by clouds. He followed the scent to the house with the number 4, ears flickering when they caught the sounds of laughter.
Laughter that was cold and cruel, something he was deadly familiar with.
Arctic gracefully leaped over the white fence landing on the walkway, his fur bristled as he caught the feel of very strong wards.
Wizards!
Wizards where in there with his Pup!
With a deep growled, Arctic charged at the door and wards, his large body breaking both. He slide inside, and followed the sounds of laughter.
….It wasn't wizards, but they were just as died.
Arctic leaped.
While she may have never liked her nephew, this was beyond cruelty.
"Marge, maybe you should call him off" Petunia said softly, turning pale at the sound of bone cracking.
"Nonsense, Ripper is just having his fun, besides the boy needs to learn his place"
Aunt Marge had been staying at her brother's home for three days, during those three days she stayed in the guest room that was once Harry's, the large woman wanted Harry in her sight, belittling the boy every chance she got.
Harry for his part endured it, as it saved him from being alone with Uncle Vernon, and the fact that after all this Arctic would be there at the park waiting for him.
Tonight had been the last night with Aunt Marge, Aunt Petunia fixed a fancy dinner that Harry served and never ate, it was when he serving dessert that it happen.
Dudley tripped him and Harry fell on Ripper, Marge's pit-bull, who also did not like him.
Harry had quickly scrambled off the dog, which lunged at him in anger attacking.
Dudley, Vernon, and Marge laughed, none of them helping and calling off the dog that was mauling the boy.
"Really, he's going to kill him, Vernon think of the neighbors!" Petunia said almost desperately, as blood starting to flow on the floor.
Vernon stopped his laughter and tilted his head in consideration, before turning to his sister.
"She's right Marge, we don't need the neighbors learning about this"
"Now, now, everything's fine." Marge said, ignoring the cry of pain from the floor.
Suddenly there was a loud crash and a white blur rushed past them.
"Ripper!" Marge shouted.
Arctic took in the scene his anger spiking when he caught sight of some mutt was hurting his Pup! With a growl he leaped at the dog, aiming for the throat.
The creature didn't last long.
Arctic turned towards the woman who screamed, he bared his fangs, growling when he realized these were not wizards but muggles!
Muggles! Muggles had sat by and allow a mutt to hurt his pack-mate.
The muggles all shifted back when he moved towards them growling menacingly.
The pain…it had stopped…was he died?...screaming…was that him?...no, someone else.
The screaming was so loud! What was going on?...Why was it so hard to open his eyes.
The screaming had stopped…but there was a new sound….and something warm and wet against his cheek.
"Wha—?" Finally he was able to open his eyes, a blurry white figure before him.
"A-A-rctic?"
A low whine and a gentle tongue.
Harry tried to lift his hand, whimpering when a sharp pain shot through him.
Another whine and then darkness.
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