Disclaimer: I do not own anything Hp
Warnings: Slash, possible Mpreg,
A/N: Thanks to my new Beta SnowTigerQueen! And thank you for all the reviews!
Arctic
They were all….gone.
Her husband.
Her son.
Her sister-in-law.
Gone.
A loud demanding bark startled her out her shocked and horrified state; she looked up and let out a surprised cry when she came face to muzzle with her family's murder. Quickly she scrambled back, briefly wondering when she fell to the floor.
The large dog was it? Came towards her, stopping his jaws mere inches from her face.
"P-Please" she begged.
The dog snarled, and Petunia closed her eyes waiting for her end…that didn't come.
The woman peeked an eyes open, to see the dog staring almost impatiently at her, snorting and moving back going towards the small barely breathing body, it sat next to the body and barked almost demandingly.
"W-what?"
The dog gently nudged the small body, whining slowly.
Slowly and very unsurely Petunia crawled over, avoiding looking at the bodies as she did.
"Harry?"
The dog nudged Harry with its nose gently again, licking at the boy's cheek, it didn't take long for her to figure out what the dog wanted her to do.
Arctic looked with a protective eye as the Muggle woman, took in his Pup's injures, growling at her when she touched his leg and made his Pup whimper.
"H-h-he needs a doctor" she stuttered.
While he didn't know much about Muggles, he did know that a doctor was the same as a Healer, and he didn't like that thought at all.
The woman nearly leaped towards the ceiling when he snarled.
"W-well I-I h-have a first-aid kit, I-I could use that"
Arctic remembered that the white box his Pup brought and used on him was called a First-Aid kit, some of the stuff he used stung as hell, but made him feel a lot better.
Petunia watched in awe as the large dog before her actually considered what she said, making believe that this was no ordinary dog, of course considering who her nephew was she shouldn't be too surprised.
"I'll just go get it," she said, proud that she didn't stutter this time.
She stood and made her way to the bathroom upstairs, eyes burning into her back as she went, as she headed to the stairs she noticed the door barely hanging for it hinges.
It was wide open, she could make a run for it, get help…she could run….but Harry was blood, and he was hurt.
She went upstairs.
She came back with the first-aid, the dog which she was sure wasn't a real dog, was curled around Harry licking his wounds, whining worriedly.
"Don't do that," she scolded gently as she kneeled and open the kit.
Arctic watched with protective eyes as this Muggle tended to his Pup, growling at her every time his Pup whimper. Finally she was finished.
"That's all I can do" she said, her hand covered in his Pup's blood.
Arctic looked over his Pup, he didn't look any better, but he was tended to.
The Were looked around, blood and bodies everywhere, not a place for his Pup to rest and heal.
"Um.."
Arctic looked at the woman.
"Can I move him to the bedroom upstairs? It'll be better than him staying..here…" Petunia looked and quickly looked away from the bodies.
A bed?
Arctic barked his agreement, and watched as the woman picked up his Pup and followed her upstairs to the second bedroom. There, she placed him on the bed and covered him.
Arctic sniffed the bed, then the rest of the room.
This house was the best place for his Pup to rest then the previous Den, it had everything they needed. With a soft snort, Arctic went through the rest of the house, he went back downstairs, and looked at the door barely hanging from its hinges.
That was going to be a problem.
Petunia stared down at her nephew, he looked so small.
Why did she not notice?
No…she did notice, she just chose to ignore it, because he was the son of her sister who had everything.
And look where it get her?
A dead husband and son, and a possibly dying nephew.
With a sigh she stood from the chair that she had moved next the bed, and went downstairs, stopping short in surprise at the now fixed door.
"Who—?"
The dog….
Petunia headed to the kitchen and gasped.
The dog looked up, licking its jaw before going back to ripping and eating Marge's body.
She barely made it to the bathroom.
Sorry it's so short.
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