Among the Trees

Summary: Drabbles of a OMC!Werewolf/Harry Potter because, for some reason, I'm absolutely in love with werewolves at the moment.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Future SLASH M/M, OCS.

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Five

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Harry nodded as his friend happily went on about why his socks, underwear and shirt were now a bright bubblegum pink (because Lacey had left her favorite pink leggings in the wash with his clothes) while munching on the peanut-butter crackers Oliver had brought for lunch.

"-mom thought it was so funny, but Benji and Bax hated it because their favorite jackets were in there and now they're all faded and pink-"

Harry would have marveled at his friend's ability to seemingly go without air had it not been for the rock that smacked him in the back of his head. Letting out a cry of pain he dropped his snack on the ground before letting out another startled cry when a rock hit his shoulder,.

"Ha!" He could hear his cousin's friend (Peter? Piers? Something with a P) triumphantly laugh. "Looks like the baby's going to cry!"

He winced at the throbbing in his head but didn't so much as bat an eyelash. Dudley had left him alone for the past week and a half so far, but he hadn't expected for his luck to go on forever.

The sound of snarling, though, had him snapping to Oliver in surprise. His normally cheerful and chatty friend was glaring at Dudley like he wanted to hit him, his golden-brown eyes glowing a faint, strange silver.

"I thought I told you last time to back. Off." Oliver's voice is rough and growly and, while it makes Dudley and his friend shiver in fear, it oddly enough, makes Harry sag in relief.

"L-like we're scared of you, P-pretty Pink Princess." Dudley manages to stutter out despite the obvious shaking in his voice.

"Yeah?" Oliver's voice is still rough, like he'd been coughing, and his eyes seemed to be all silver now. "Well, you should be!" He snaps his teeth (they look sharper than normal) at the others and snarls like he did the first day.

Dudley and his friend run off without further comment, and Harry laughs when he notices a small wet spot on the back of his cousin's trousers.

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Six

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"You have to be nice!" Oliver insists to his brothers as they walk him to school.

Normally they just laze about the house all day, reading and playing games. They hadn't wanted to go to muggle school anymore, and mom didn't force them because they were going to Salem's School for Witches and Wizards soon enough anyway.

"We will, we will." They chorus with identical grins, and despite loving them as much as he can stand (they're his pack) Oliver just doesn't believe them.

"I mean it," he complains. "Mom and and Lacey and the triple Ls are meeting him after school today. Why couldn't you wait?"

"Because we didn't want to." They answer together with wide grins before pointedly looking in the direction of the school.

"Well, where is he?" Benjamin asks as Baxter leans into a tree and peers into the sea of people.

Oliver hesitates. "You promise?" This is his only friend outside the pack, and while he loves his pack like nothing else, he wants a chance to make friends.

Baxter, always the quiet one when not harmonizing with Benjamin, nods and smiles. "Promise."

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Seven

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His stomach was rolling around, doing somersaults and tap dancing while little butterflies bounced round inside. Harry couldn't keep himself from squirming, tugging at his relatively new jacket (Oliver's old jacket that hadn't fit him when he had hit yet another growth spurt).

He was meeting Oliver's family today. Oliver had been chatting about them since the moment they met (about a month ago) and always had a story to tell. It was almost like he already knew them a little, and he desperately hope that they liked him.

He really, really hoped they did.

"Harry!" Oliver was rushing towards him with his familiar grin. Two tall, equally lanky boys walked behind him at a slower pace.

Harry could immediately see the resemblance. Both the twins (and Oliver) sported dark, dark brown hair, pale brown-gold eyes and freckles somewhere (Oliver on his face and neck and the twins on their arms and over their noses). They were tall, like Oliver, and lanky with the same nose shape and same perpetually cheerful grins which seemed to smother the rest of their faces.

"This is Baxter," he was pointing the the right twin who offered him a quiet, but happy grin. "And Benjamin." He pointed to the right twin, whose expression mirrored Baxter's only with a louder grin and eyes. "And this is Harry!"

He was holding Harry's hand now, which made Harry's stomach stop rolling a little.

"Hey," Benjamin and Baxter say together. "We've been meaning to meet you." Baxter finishes as Benjamin says: "You're all Oliver talks about anymore!"

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Eight

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"Hello puppy," Oliver's mom is pretty, her hair the color of caramel and her eyes a soft green. She's tall, liker her sons, but walks smoothly, almost like she's gliding. "It's nice to meet you."

"...Hullo." Harry smiles at her shyly. She looks so much like a mother, he thinks, with her arms full of a small baby and her messy hair pulled back into an equally messy bun. She's even wearing a flowery dress.

"Is that him?" A voice asks excitedly before Harry's looking into mismatching eyes. One gray and one brown-gold. "Hey! It's nice to finally put a face to all the stories Ollie's been spouting. I'm Lacey, and it's Harry, right?"

Lacey looks like her mother, only with pitch black hair and mismatched eyes. She's as tall, though, with the same mouth, nose and smile. She walks like she's gliding, too.

"And this is Laura, Lilith and Lydia," she motions to the baby in Oliver's mom's arms first, then the baby in the high chair painting green mush around the top with a single minded determination, and then finally the baby sound asleep in the other high chair. "They're happy to meet you too."

"Of course, you already met Benji and Baxter," Oliver's mom smiles again at her son and Harry. "Would you like something to eat, puppy?"

Hand clasped firmly in Oliver's, Harry begins to relax as both Lacey and Oliver cheerfully request the cherry pie their mother had mad specifically for that night.

He wasn't sure how Oliver's mom had managed to convince Aunt Petunia to let him stay over at Oliver's for a night, but he was happy she did.

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