Okay, so second chapter peoples! Sorry for the wait but I've been busy over Christmas and my internet was being a pain in the butt again. So I've had plenty of people viewing this, but no one's actually reviewed it yet! Please review cuz if I don't get any support I'll just give this story up, and my plot bunny will attack me again. Anyways, the Shadow Pride makes a small appearance in this chapter. Don't worry though, they will be cack! And Wanderer finaly apperes. He sort of came from the idea that I needed a wise person in the group. He's gonna be like the granddaddy of the group. Harru shows a bit more of his true colours in this chapter. So anyways... read and review!

"Aw, come on Harry! We need the money!" Harru whined loudly. Harry shook his head violently.

"No! I will not resort to... that!" he spat angrily. They heard Tom chuckle deeply. The three of them were hidden away in a London alley. Night had fallen across the huge city, and the only illumination in the alley came from the waxing moon floating high in the sky. Tom was perched on a bin lid watching the Light and Dark Shadow Panthers in front of him argue.

"We need the money Harry, or we'll starve!" Harry hissed in response and slicked back his ears, baring his fangs and his hair fluffing slightly.

"I'm not even human Harru! How do you think it would work?" Harry spat. Clearly Harru hadn't thought of that. He paused a moment, then looked expectantly at Tom.

"I'm not doing it! I'm not a whore!" Tom huffed angrily. He hopped off the bin and grabbed Harry and Harru's heads and slammed them together, "You've supposedly got brains, why don't you fucking use them!" The two Shadow Panthers stumbled away from each other and rubbed their heads.

"Why'd you do that you fucking cunt!" Harru spat furiously. Tom rubbed his eyes tiredly as his stomach gave an almighty rumble.

"Look," Harry said, desperately trying to the voice of reason as usual, "arguing won't get us anywhere! And-" he broke off quite suddenly and stiffened up, sniffing lightly at the air, "can anyone else smell blood?" Tom shrugged, but Harru raised his nose and sniffed delicately at the warm night air.

"Yeah! Human blood. Lots of it too. Well, I guess this solves our food problem!" Harru began to run though the alley of mazes, following his nose to the source of the blood. Harry looked and Tom and shrugged, and they both began to run after the Dark Shadow Panther.

The boy was very clearly dead. The pockets of his jeans had been turned out, which meant he must have been mugged. His throat had been cut, and crimson blood covered his light blue T-Shirt. Harry looked mournfully at his face. One ice blue eye was glazed over, shock still written on his face. His other eye was hidden by a fringe that had been grown long on one side. He was a handsome lad, and he looked only seventeen. Such a waste.

Harru prodded the corpse with his foot. The look on his face told Harry he was planning on where to start eating the boy. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust. They had been living rough for little over two weeks, and Harru had already murdered and eaten ten people. That they knew of anyway. The Dark was clearly murderous and insane, but Tom and Harry seemed to be the only ones that could rein him in at all.

"Harru! You could at least show respect for the dead! Don't kick him!" Tom scolded angrily. Harru huffed, but prodded the body once more anyway.

The boy jerked to life, earning a scream from each of them. Harru and Tom bolted into the shadows of the alley and Harry watched in fascination as the flesh of the boy's throat almost appeared to sew its self back together. The boy panted for a moment and got his bearings. When he caught sight of Harry, he jumped up, unsheathed a knife and pinned Harry against the wall, pressing the knife to his throat and growling furiously.

"What did you expect to achieve my killing me, Shadow Panther?" The boy spat vehemently. Harry spluttered in utter confusion,

"I didn't kill you! We found you dead! I'm sorry that my Dark tried to eat you but that's not my fault!" The boy considered him for a moment, and then took a step back, tucking the knife back in its scabbard and dropping Harry. Harru and Tom slunk out of the shadows and the boy squared them up, clearly trying to decide if they were trouble or not.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," Harry gasped, leaning against the wall of the alley and rubbing his throat, "I'm Harry, my Dark is Harru and that's Tom." The boy nodded at them in turn as they were introduced.

"I'm known as The One Eyed Wanderer. But you can call me Wanderer for short." Harru merely sniffed, clearly miffed at being cheated out of a free meal. Wanderer sniggered. "I tell you what, I'll buy you dinner. You had clearly planned on eating me, so I'll make up for your lost meal." he winked at Harru and pulled a wallet from his back pocket.

"Wait! I thought you'd been mugged." Harry asked curiously. He wanted to ask how the boy had come back to life before their eyes, but it felt a bit like an awkward subject. Wanderer laughed.

"I have my pockets enchanted! Do you really think some stupid muggle could get anything off me?" Tom bobbed his head,

"It's a good idea. Might have to try that myself." Wanderer laughed.

"Come on, I know you're dying to ask."

"How did you come back to life?" Harry blurted out. Wanderer chuckled.

"In my youth I loved to experiment with spells. One went badly wrong and since that day I have been unable to age, and every time I die a few moments later I just pop back up. I've never tried to remove the spell, and until I'm done wandering I don't think I will. After a bit more experimenting I discovered a way to apperate through time. It takes a toll on my energy, but it helps keep me entertained." Wanderer grinned at Harru and began to walk down the alley. "Come on! Let's go get some breakfast!" The three boys looked at each other, shrugged, and ran after the mysterious and exiting Wanderer.

When the sun had finally appeared fully over the sky, Wanderer, Tom, Harry and Harru were sat in a cafe, comfortably full and joking.

"So," Wanderer said in a business like tone, putting down his drink and leaning forwards in his seat, "How come you two aren't part of a Pride? And where does this one come into the mix?" he said, pointing at Tom who was doodling idly on a napkin. He glanced up at the sound of his name and then continued doodling.

"A what?" Harry asked blankly.

"A Shadow Pride. You've never heard of one?" Wanderer asked curiously, "Ah! You must be a Chosen Child." Harry blinked in confusion. "There are two types of Shadow Panther; the ones that are born Shadow Panther, from a Shadow Panther, and the ones that are chosen when they are humans by Pride leaders. They are bitten and when the hit adulthood the Shadow Panther gene kicks in and removed any trace of human." Harru and Harry looked at each other.

"But..."

"You look human?" They nodded, "A Shadow Panther trick. They can take a hybrid form of any sentient species." Harry twitched an ear and gave a piteous whine.

"What am I suppose to do with my life now?" Wanderer patted his arm sympathetically.

"Ah, I know the feeling. Over a hundred thousand years of life and it's rare I'm ever accepted by anyone. Why do you think I'm hanging around you three?"

"For our wonderful personalities and intelligent conversation?" Tom asked sarcastically. Wanderer laughed raucously.

"Sense of humour perhaps!" He laughed again. Harry stuck a tongue out and Harru showed him his middle finger, "Well I believe there's a Pride in the Forbidden Forest." Harry blinked.

"Really?" He tried to think if he'd ever come across anything that looked remotely like a panther. "I've never seen one. I mean, I've seen mine and Harru's Panther forms. We just look like huge panthers, and I've never seen anything like one before." Wanderer chuckled.

"They won't be seen unless they want to be seen. To be honest I was surprised when I saw you two. You're surprisingly trusting for Shadow Panthers." Harru narrowed his eyes. He wanted to comment but Harry warned him through their mind link.

"So, I guess the plan is to go to Hogwarts. We can either attend the school or join the Pride." Wanderer held up a hand,

"You never did explain exactly how he came into the mix. Why is he with you?" They quickly explained about the whole soul splitting incident. Wanderer seemed genuinely interested. He nodded slowly when they'd finished.

"I am defiantly sticking with you pair. This may turn out to be pretty exciting." He winked at them and leaned back in his chair. "Want another drink? It's on me."

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Skylark sniffed at the air curiously. His Dark, Nightingale watched lazily from a nearby boulder.

"What is it Light?" They were both in their Shadow Panther forms. The white Shadow Panther turned to look at his Dark.

"I don't know. We should inform the Pride Leader. Something is wrong; I can feel it in my fur." Skylark twitched his tail uncomfortably. Nightingale sniffed at the air to and hissed faintly.

"There's a disturbance in the Shadows. A Shadow Panther has come into their inheritance. A powerful Shadow Panther. Do you think it could be...?" He trailed off and looked at his Light in distress. Skylark nodded.

"We better go inform the Leaders." Nightingale stood up and surveyed the surrounding forest though his bright amber eyes. He leapt down off the boulder and raked the soil with his claws, "Come on Nightingale, let's go." The Dark nodded briskly at his Light, and promptly melted into shadow. Skylark melted into a patch of light, and they both began to whisk across the ground, not making a sound or leaving any paw prints. Virtually invisible shadows.

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The dawn of the 1st of December was cold and chilly as the four boys walked casually though Hogsmead. The plan was to see the Headmaster before the rest of the students arrived and saw the two Shadow Panther boys, Tom Riddle A.K.A Voldemort, and The One Eyed Wanderer. Hedwig was perched on Wanderer's shoulder having a conversation with her. Since Harry and Harru were animals they could understand her perfectly. Unfortunately Tom couldn't and how Wanderer could they didn't know, but many of the villagers thought he was insane as he walked through the town taking to an owl. Fawkes was perched on the top of the gate, waiting for them as they got up to the school.

"Good morning Fawkes." Harry purred happily.

"Good morning Shadow Panther. Follow me up to the school." The gates swung inwards and Fawkes leapt off them with a musical cry. They ran after the phoenix, laughing. Harry and Harru turned into their Shadow Panther forms; a black and a white panther two meters high at the shoulder. Wanderer was surprisingly agile considering his age, easily keeping up with the huge panthers. Tom was left behind as they ran, and eventually Harru backtracked, picked him up, and moments later Harru was back with a terrified Tom Riddle on his back.

Albus Dumbledore was surprised to say the least when Harry walked though his door with Fawkes perched on his head.

"Harry my boy! What happened to your hair? Is that a tail?" He sounded concerned.

Oh this is going to be interesting Light. That man is just a little bit insane. Harry burst out laughing and Dumbledore looked at him in even more concern. Harru, Tom and Wanderer followed Harry though into Dumbledore's office.

"Tom!" He drew his wand and Harry and Harru hissed angrily. Wanderer merely leaned against the wall and watched the whole scene play out.

"Leave him alone bitch!" Harru hissed angrily. Dumbledore froze at the second Harry's ferocity.

"Harry?" He asked. Harru hissed again.

"It's Harru, cunt." he spat. Harry grabbed the collar of Harru's top and pulled him back.

"Perhaps... explanations are in order." harry said slowly, looking at his three companions.

"Yes, perhaps they are." Dumbledore agreed, glaring at Tom. Tom just asked Wanderer if he had any cigarettes on him.

So, there we are. I don't have anything else to say really except read and review!