CHAPTER 2 : I don't own harry potter, only Wolf.

It was time for the sorting again, and the hat had already gone through twenty people, five of which had joined the Griffindors table. Beside Harry, who was sandwiched between the weasley twins and Ron, a steady puddle of rainwater was pooling up, dark and smelly. Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust and leaned forward to whisper in Harrys ear.

"Blimey, those first years keep getting smaller and smaller." he glared at the tallest one that had just been sorted into Slytherin, " We weren't that small, right mate."

" Dunno." said Hermione in an offhand voice, she was fingering a book she had snuck in her robes, " You two were pretty small. Harry, you were just skinny."

" Ough, " muttered Fred," Thats gotta hurt." But Harry just grinned, he had been tiny, and skinny, though he seriously doubted be was as small as some of the first years up there, dripping wet and shivering in the cold. He was however, trying not to smell the water that was pooling up by his feet now, as it smelled like rotten fish. Ron said something rude about a newly sorted Slytherin, and Hermione reluctantly agreed.

" He does look like he's been hit by a hex, give me a while and I'll figure it out, but, " she shrugged weakly, " accidents happen?"

Ron shook his head, tutting, and Harry was struck wit the truth of what Ron was arguing, the boy was a bit lopsided. His mouth was in a kind of quirky grimace, and half of his hair was flat while the other half was wavy. The colors mostly matched, and his ears were both slightly pointed. It wasn't too unusual, except for his eyes, which were different colors, one a sterling, silver-blue, one and orange red. He gasped.

" Look, that first year, see his eyes?!" he whispered urgently, leaning forward so Hermione, who was across from him, could hear. Ron squinted, trying to wipe some water away fro his eyes. " It's a bit far, Harry, I mean, I can see him, but the colors…"

" It's red!" gasped Hermione loudly. A bit too, loudly. She clasped her hands over her mouth, and shrank in her chair, but some kid had just joined the table, so no one heard over the applause and roaring. Ron looked at her accusingly and Harry held up an angry finger, 'shush!'.

" B-but, that looks like V-V-Voldemorts eyes, doesn't it Harry?" she whispered fearfully, her eyes wide. Harry turned around and squinted like Ron, who was still trying to get the water from dripping down his face.

" It is a bit far." he admitted ( Ha! said Ron), " But it is red…"

" Maybe he's like, half as powerful as You-Know-Who, so he's only HALF as evil." suggested Ron, " Or he's like, possessed, or something."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Hermione interjected, shaking her head, and holding up her finger to quiet them. Harry fell silent as the last first year was sorted into Hufflepuff, and Dumbledore stood up to give a speech. Harry was still watching the mysterious fist-year brush off Malfoy when all of a sudden, the great front door creaked open. A roaring wind rushed in, carrying stinging drops of water, and sheets of hail. Every body shrieked and Harry distinctly felt Ron slip under the table with a yelp of before long, Dumbledore swung his arm hastily at the door, and it shut, leaving the students sprawled over the tables or on the floor in various positions, dripping wet.

" Great, now I'm soaking, AGAIN." muttered Ron, frowning at his dripping robes. Hermione was hunched over her book, trying to keep it dry, but Harry was, along with most of the students, staring at the doors, and most importantly, at the dripping wet girl in front of them.

Wolf took one look around her, and found herself staring at countless pair of eyes, none of them bright green. The sheer number of them was overwhelming, as Wolf had never been near so many people at once, she tried to see them all, but got dizzy and fell backwards onto her butt. The rain was still cold against her skin, and her vision was blurry, but she could feel the gazes of many people in shock. Harry Potter, and Dumbledore, said her memory.

Wolf clenched her fists and stood up, her eyes large and thoughtful. She took a deep breath in, made a silent prayer to Evangeline, and said as loudly as she could,

" HARRY POTTER, DUMBLEDORE."

The girls voice was raspy and hollow, like a low note on a flute. It sounded dry from underuse, and pitiful as it was quiet when it was obviously meant to be a loud proclamation. She was panting after she said those name, shivering, gasping for breath, and holding herself limply. The whole room held it's breath for more.

" Is that it, " whispered Ron, " You must be pretty popular, Harry." Harry blushed slightly, but he was still staring at her. There was a gentle cough from above, and Harry saw that Dumbledore had started moving swiftly toward her.

Wolf looked toward the coughing sound and saw the old man, Dumbledore, sweeping toward her, a strange expression on his face. Wolf felt releif, and excitement. More than ever, she wanted to see those blue eyes. She took a hesitant step toward him, and left at a run, dashing toward him at top speed, for a second he look mildly surprised ans his eyes widened, but she was there in just a second, her face as close to his as possible. She gasped, staring into his eyes, and Dumbledore stared back into hers.

" Hem. May I ask young lady," he said gently, who you are, and where your parents are?"

The little girl showed no sign she had heard him, but reached up and placed her hands on his eyes. Comfort, he thought, maybe her father had blue eyes. But Wolf just moved closer murmuring soft words. Dumbledore knelt, trying to listen. The room was still holding it's breath, but there was an undertone of muttering and speculating. The girl in front of him was thin, just skin and bones, stretched tight, he could almost see her skull and her collarbone protruded. But her eyes were not hungry, they were calm, and indifferent, but at the same time fascinated.

The little girl licked her lips. " Harry potter." she croaked, coughing. He smiled, sweeping off his cloak and wrapping it around her tenderly, She shivered, it was warm, more warm than ever. Dumbledore picked her up in his arms, and walked back up to where the teachers sat. Minerva gasped, and Madam pomfery looked scandalized.

" That poor child, " squeaked flitwick, " All skin and bones! No meat!"

" Talk about yourself, first, Professor. Flitwick. " said Dumbledore with a smile, placing the child in his chair. He made to move back to speak to the students but Wolf leaped up, and was in front of him in a second, her hands back on his face. Dumbledore picked her up gently with one arm, as she continued to stare at his eyes, and walked to the front of the podium.

" Now, " he began in a loud, amused voice, " I can say what I tried to before; Tuck in."

The whole room shook with roars, both of pleasure and of indignation, But dumbledore wasn't done;

" I ask you, student, to treat this new student kindly and gently, she shouldn't be given special treatment, but still. Be wary."

And with that, he swept back to the table.

CHAPTER 3

" Blimey, did you see how skinny she was, and the color of her hair?" Ron shook his head in wonder, " Crazy. Just raving."

Hermione shook her head impatiently. " Hey, what do you think she wanted you for, Harry?" said Ron. The three turned a corner.

" Dunno." sighed Harry, " Course, If Dumbledore would tell me-"

" He will, he's probably still with her, thats all." said Hermione soothingly.

" Actually, It was quite hard to get her off me so that wouldn't be true." came an amused, light voice. Hermione jumped and dropped her books on her foot, Ron just leapt back , but Harry smiled.

" Hello Harry, I was hoping you'd join me for some late-evening tea, hm?"

Harry nodded enthusiastically and Dumbledore broke out into a wide smile. The two off them waved off Ron and Hermione ( who was limping), and headed up to Dumbledore's office.

" Fizzing Whizzbees." Dumbledore said lightly to the gargoyles, who jumped aside. Harry entered after Dumbledore and saw the skinny girl wrapped up and lying peacefully on a plush couch. Her shape was oddly rigid and bent, and she muttered words quietly under her breath as she slept.

" Have a seat, Harry." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry sat on a chair opposite the Girl, rather uncomfortably, as she looked a bit ill. The girl squirmed for a minute as Dumbledore paced to a cabinet to retrieve some candy, and suddenly sat bolt upright with a cry, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes wide and shocked. Harry leapt out of his seat, and Dumbledore shoved the plate of candies onto his desk in his haste to reach her.

" Harry Potter.." she mumbled quietly, as Dumbledore placed a warm hand on her head. Wolf blinked, dispelling the dream from her eyes and looked around her. Her heart leapt into her throat. Right in front of her were the two pairs of eyes she had wanted to see most, Dumbledore and Harry potter, sitting in a beautiful, bright room, surrounded by books and delicate, whirring devices. She gasped.

" Now dear have some of this, please, it's quite good." She looked back at Dumbledore, who handed her a cup of something warm. She sniffed it, and the smell was so warm, so sweet and yet savory, that she gulped it all down in one mouthful. The butterbeer slid down her throat warm and sweet, awakening feeling in her toes and fingertips.

" Wow," she said, now in a smooth, sweet voice, " That was something…"

Harry hovered behind Dumbledore, feeling worried and hesitant. The girl gulped down the butterbeer and suddenly her words were more eligible, and Dumbledore was beaconing him to sit down. Harry sat at the foot of the bed, staring at her wide, curious eyes.

" Whats your name, child." said Dumbledore, refilling her cup. She took another satisfied gulp, and sighed.

" Name?" she said curiously, cocking her head to one side like a bird.

" What people call you." replied Dumbledore. He took her cup and placed it on the table. " You know, what your parents named you."

The girl shook her head, and stared into Dumbledore's eyes blatantly.

" I don't have something called a parent." she said bluntly, " I only have the tree, Evangeline."

"Ah, I see." said Dumbledore, smiling brilliantly, " You're Wolf!"

The girl nodded her head, and pointed to Harry, noticing him quite suddenly. Harry felt her eyes pierce his and plunge into his mind, like she had shot him between his eyes. " Harry Potter!" she cried, struggling to his side. She placed her hands on his eyes, her mouth open in wonder. Then, something slammed shut in her eyes, her arms fell, her jaw slackened. Harry stumbled backward, stunned that she had suddenly leapt forward to touch his face.

Dumbledore was leaning over her, peering into her eyes.

" Um, Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

" Is something wrong?"

Dumbledore sighed, looking away from harry and back to Wolf, who was sitting, rigid on a plush cushion.

" Yes Harry, something is very wrong. Wolf has just dived into your soul, and is now experiencing the night your parents were killed. As you. Think of it like you going back into time to the time you were a baby and watching the scene unfold from your older perspective."

Harry frowned, but just on cue tears began flooding out of her eyes. It was horrifying, her eyes bulged, but they were still vacant, and though she didn't move she made sounds as if she was at a loss for words. Her body convulsed, her eyes flew opened and she let out an ear-splitting scream. Wolf fell backwards into the pillows, tears still streaming down her face.

" Professor, " choked Harry, terrified, and horrified, " Can't we.."

" No harry, we can't." sighed the professor sadly, sounding old and tired, " We can't do everything, we cant do anything."

He looked back and Harry saw sadness, grief, and age in his eyes.

" I didn't mean for you to see this, I'm afraid. I suppose you should go to bed now, I'll leave her to madam Pomfrey."

And with that, the session ended.