Haven't updated in a while, I's sorry.

I have made one small change, it's only small. Wolf's eyes are not hazel but are now green. (A friend suggested it and thought it as a good idea)

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4 months later...

Voldemort's wolf was now the size that an eight month old wolf pup would look like, 'Wolf' had reached almost full size although he was still growing at a small rate. At this age an wild wolf would have begun actively hunting, but this had started much earlier.

Now the black wolf sat tall beside it's master's throne, it's eyes never looking anywhere but forward as the Dark Lord stroked the soft black fur. The chain had been removed long ago, after Harry had no longer tried to escape.

Voldemort sat before his loyal followers, they were going over plans about an up coming raid, this time he hoped his little pet could come along. The training had gone well, the defiance was still there to begin with but soon the animal side of Harry took over and he soon obeyed eve command. Even though he was the Dark Lord he had to admit that he had watched as the young pup grew, now even at full size there was still a playfulness around the animal, in fact now he felt sad as he realized that the puppy was almost fully grown. He had been taught wand-less magic, the main fear was that his wolf would use it to try and escape or even hurt him but that never happened.

"Very well, we will meat next Sunday. Go home, get ready." They all bowed to he an left.

The Dark Lord stood and turned back to his wolf, "Now I think some training is in order."

"Master?" The wolf replied confused.

"No you haven't done anything wrong, just some agility training." He smiled as the wolf jaw dropped and his tongue hung out, his tail wagging furiously behind him. The pup got to his feet and bean to jump around the Dark Lord playfully. "Alright, alright hold still." He laughed, immediately the pup stopped in front of Voldemort and sat, waiting for the leash to be clipped on.

Voldemort didn't like leashing his wolf but for now it was necessary, sometimes he was a little too boisterous and would wonder off. He couldn't tell if this was Harry deifying or his wolf just being a pup. Now though his pet knew the rule and always walked to heel, the wolf's head come up to his hip. They walked forward and out into the busy hallways straight towards the large gardens of the manor.

Outside there had been a specially build agility cause built, with jumps ranging anywhere from four foot all the way up to eight, then walls that scaled up to fifteen foot, sea-saws, flame hoops this was not just for fun, it all helped towards training his little weapon for war. He knew a time was coming when battles would rage on for hours, and weeks could be spent away from the manor whilst long tactic battles raged on.

He admired the blood red roses as they walked through the gardens, then suddenly he was jerked forward as the leash was pulled tight as the wolf began to run towards the coarse that could be seen. Using magic he unclipped the lead and his wolf ran flat out over the fields, he hadn't bothered to measure how fast Wolf could run, he knew that an ordinary wolf could run 50-60mph but he knew that his pet could run much faster, jump higher than any ordinary wolf, for Harry Potter was no ordinary boy.

He drew his mind away from the boy-who-lived, that boy was dead and all that remained was Wolf, his wolf, his pet, his weapon. When he arrived Wolf was already by the starting line, he came up behind him. "You ready Wolf?"

"Yes Master."

"Good your time to beat is 22.3 seconds." The wolf placed his paws on he start line, "3...2...1...go" Wolf seemed to now when the word 'go' was going to be spoken for at that split second he was off. He went racing up to the first obstacle, he ran up a ramp which left him ten feet off the ground on a four foot long platform then across an eight foot gap was another leading down to the ground, but in the middle of the gap was a hoop burning with orange flames. Wolf kept on running as he reached the top; then jumped as he reached the top, passing through the hoop with ease, landing perfectly on the other side with ease. 1.5 seconds. Next he came across the jumps; five in total, ranging from the heights of 4 foot up to 9 foot a few meters apart. He flew over the first three like a bird; on the last tow he had to gather more strength he flew over the eight foot with ease, then the next his paw coming just a few inches above the pole, he landed as gracefully as an angel on the other side. 5 seconds.

He then moved onto a tunnel, he entered plunged into darkness, he had to rely on his senses. There was a fork in the tunnel, he felt a slight breeze on his fur and could hear the rustle from trees coming more strongly down the left than the right, soon he could see the light at the end of the tunnel then the grass under his paws. 8.4 seconds. Up next came the wall, 15ft in total straight up, it had taken a lot of practice for him to be able to jump 14ft, but Voldemort thought now his wolf was ready. Wolf didn't disappoint, he scaled up the wall his claws gripping on to the wall, he knew that his pet was using magic to help him achieve the impossible, he was proud.

The black wolf landed on the other side safely, before carrying on 11 seconds. Finally, he came to the last two obstacles, a set of jumps, hoops and sea-saws, then a 7ft long stretch of pool, he used to swim through but now he glided over with ease.

Voldemort smiled as he stopped the stopwatch, and hiss wolf came and sat before him, not even panting. "Well done Wolf you beat your record, 20.4 seconds well done." He petted the wolf's head as an reward, he had stopped giving him food as rewards long ago, a stroke seemed to strengthen there bond, also he could see that he was doing it because he wanted to, and for his masters love.

They spent the rest of the afternoon on the course, testing the wolfs ability's. When they finished the sun was setting casting an orange glow across the sky. "Time to go back in, there's a feast feast tonight for the upcoming raid." Wolf walked over from where he had been running and sat at his masters feet waiting for the collar to be clipped on. "No pet, I think that I can trust you to walk off lead now, can't I?"

"Yes Master, thank you."

"Don't disappoint." With that Voldemort made his way back into the manor his wolf by his side.

Half an hour later he and his wolf here in there private living chambers, he had just change since when he had brushed his wolf fur he had ended up with it all over himself. Now he stood by his bed, whilst his wolf laid on a large green cushion by the glowing fire. On the bed sat a wooden box, the Dark Lord picked it up and walked over to his pet who immediately sat up. "I've got a gift for you" He opened the box so the wolf could see inside laid on a black silk cushion was a new collar. It was green leather not snake skin, after much thought Voldemort had come to the conclusion that snake skin did not suit his wolf, the green was between black and the green of his eyes silver thread could be seen clearly held the material together, and several emerald encrusted into it. The D ring held however a set of new tags, one pure silver circle, with the letters 'WOLF' written upon it with a faint lightning bolt in the background, another tag was a small black snake which seemed to radiate magic.

He proceeded to remove the old collar, that had become worn after 4 months of hard use throughout the puppy months, and replaced it with the new one. "Do you like it?" The Dark Lord asked.

"Yes, very much so, thank you master." The wolf replied happily. "Master?" The wolf added with a questing look and his head tilted to the side.

"Yes?"

"Why does the snake seem to radiate magic?"

"That snake is the most crucial part of that collar, it allows me to track you, if in any occasion we get separated."

"Separated?"

"Yes war is coming, my wolf. People intent on killing me and taking you from me. I'll will be required in battle, and I want you by my side, fighting beside me."

"You want me to fight beside you?"

"Yes Wolf. I believe that you are more than capable, in fact I believe that you are better than some of my Death Eaters. Tonight's feast is in fact tonight's feast is to celebrate you coming of age."

"Thank you Master."

Voldemort walked from the room, his wolf walking to heal, not once leaving his side as they made there way to the great hall. The doors swung open before him and the two entered. In the hall stood a long oak table; rich foods were laid on top from pork to chicken, all sorts of vegetables and dressings. Then some deserts, chocolate, Victoria sponge, carrot, red velvet cakes, buns biscuits. His jaw almost dropped as he took in the mouth watering smells of the food.

Both master and pet made their way to the head of the table, Voldemort took his seat at the large throne and his wolf by his side, his head was easily seen over the top of the table by the Death eaters that lined up down the table.

"Sit my loyal followers," he commanded and they sat, "Tonight's feast is held to celebrate Wolf, my pet's coming of age, I believe that he is ready to join us on the battle field, so on Sunday's raid he will be accompany me." He could see heads turn at the new, most of his followers knew exactly who the black wolf was, and considered it not a smart choice to allow him to fight but they were not about to argue with the Dark Lord, over anything.

The Dark Lord held up his glass, the Death Eaters followed the example. "Now let's all enjoy out food." There was a roar of 'cheers' before they all tucked into the food. Wolf had been handed a silver dish filled with meat, and he ate happily away at it.

The feast was coming to an end a few hours later, this feast had not been formal and some had got drunk, the room was bursting with noise as the Dark Lord talked with his inner circle at the head of the table whilst he petted his wolf.

Wolf could feel something in the air, something didn't feel right. Then suddenly there was a burst of danger and he spotted where it was coming from, his master was unaware of the danger. Just beyond the inner circle of people was one man who had his eyes locked on Voldemort. Then suddenly he went to move and a spell was shot at them, just behind came I knife, obvious the assassin wasn't taking any chances.

For a split second the Harry in the wolf rose, 'if he didn't stop the attack Voldemort would die' but he couldn't. As much as he hated to admit it he had become attached to the Dark Lord over the past few months, the man had treated him well all things considered, much better than the Dursley's had. He had come to realise the truth about the order, and how wrong he had been to trust it and Dumbledoor, oh how many lies they had told him. But here he had been taught in the ways of dark magic and he could feel the power running though his veins and he loved it. If Voldemort died he would loose it all. No he could not let the Dark Lord die.

Voldemort was talking to Bella and Snape when the room suddenly quietened. He did not know why at first but when he saw a killing curse fly towards the room he knew something wasn't right, then when he saw a knife hovering a metre before him. The thing that confused him most was that he hadn't made the shield, nor had any of his inner circle for they all looked too shocked, there was only one other. "Take that man to the dungeons, I will deal with him later."

He then turned to his wolf, "Thank you wolf. I will make sure you re rewarded." he promised to his pet who's eyes showed total loyalty to the Dark Lord. If he had doubts before he didn't now, Harry Potter was loyal only to him and would do anything for his master. He smiled, this war was already won.

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