Chapter 4: Scrimgeour's Dilemma

Title: The Boy Who Became Wolf

DISCLAIMER: This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling has brilliantly made. She and her associates own all of the characters (excluding the ones I have made up). This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No copyright or offence is intended.

Warnings: Eventual slash, AU, Angst, Violence, Language

Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Hermione/Ron, Ginny/Dean, Neville/Luna; eventual Harry/Draco

Rating: T or as some like to say, PG-13

Summary: After the final battle, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf and flees. He creates a pack but after receiving his vampire inheritance, he is forced to return to Hogwarts, where he fights against a rising Dark Lord and a dangerous romance. SLASH.

Author's Note: Normally, I wouldn't be posting another chapter after not getting any reviews because honestly, I need feedback in order to continue writing. BUT, I'm going to the airport in a couple of hours so I decided that I might as well post chapter 3, considering I won't be online for a while. But thanks to all of you who have been reading this!

Chapter 3: Scrimgeour's Dilemma

Near noon, three large wolves arrived at the edge of a forest that loomed over the edge of London. Not far behind, Harry leaned against a nearby tree, retracting his wings while the rest of his pack stood protectively behind him. Lezander, Sylvain, and Jester hovered above their leader's head, careful not to make any noise.

Charon shifted back into his equally bulky human form and beckoned Harry over. "Alpha Potter!" he shouted.

Harry jogged over quickly to the Council leader. "Yes, milord?"

Charon grimaced. "We need to get to the Ministry, but according to my sources, the visitor's entrance was destroyed by the followers of the resident Dark Lord. Is there any other way we can get there?"

Thinking quickly, Harry frowned. "I suppose we can Floo, but we'd have to go through Diagon Alley."

Charon waved his hand impatiently. "Well everything's going to be public anyways. Your appearance will make the Minister more pressured into signing the deal."

"Alright, but we'll have to apparate there. I can only bring two for side-along apparition, so you first, Lord Charon and Lady Vassar," Harry said resignedly. He walked forward and gently grasped the forearms of the two larger beings. "Hold on," he warned before disappearing with a crack.

The three werewolves suddenly appeared in a shadowed alley at the edge of Diagon Alley. Quickly pushing the two dazed Council members further into the alley, Harry hissed to them to stay put before apparating back to the forest.

When he arrived, Harry called for Lezander, Camilla, and Lucan—the only ones apart from Harry who had magic.

"Apparate yourselves and two others to the edge of Diagon Alley. Wait for me there with the Council," he ordered.

The three were quick to follow his commands, and soon, there was only one wolf left; Lucia.

Gripping her shoulder, Harry glanced around the forest that had been his home for nearly five years. He sighed, feeling a sense of nostalgia and déjà vu of the day when he left Hogwarts. And without a further thought, disapparated the two.

Appearing in the same alley, Harry peeked around the corner and stared at the large crowds that surrounded Leaky Cauldron. He sniffed the air, smelling the excitement, sweat, alcohol, and mixture of emotions that surrounded the area.

"Oh, Merlin," he moaned, slipping back into the alley and leaning against the brick wall in defeat. "How the bloody hell are we going to get through that without being noticed."

Charon sneered, his eyes gleaming maliciously. "The idea is to be publicized, Alpha Patter. Watch, and learn." And with that, Charon marched out into the streets, Lucia and Vassar flanking him with confident strides.

Watching with a gaping mouth, Harry could barely stop himself from yanking the Council members back into their hiding spot.

Charon pushed witches and wizards out of the way roughly, matching their heated protests with a glare that would send Severus Snape scurrying. He cleared out a small path way, using his large body to shoulder his way through bodies.

"Well, Alpha Potter?" he thundered, taking special care to make sure his voice boomed and echoed throughout the streets of Diagon Alley. He grinned savagely with satisfaction as the crowd gasped as one and fell silent.

Harry gulped.

Stepping out of the shadows, Harry made his way to the Council, the rest of his pack trailing obediently behind him.

It was bound to be a strange sight; three pale, perfect bodies surrounding a much shorter, fragile figure, and six, burly bodies revolving around the four—all tied together with the low, threatening hisses from several snakes.

Harry was sure that he'd never been so mortified. Scents of shock, disbelief, and amazement wafted through his nose, and to his disturbance, lust.

"Harry Potter coming through!" Charon shouted loudly while he pushed past the gaping crowd. "You're very own hero! Do you want to keep your precious Boy-Who-Lived waiting before lowly people like yourselves? Scum! Bow before your savior!" The mockery in his voice was anything but subtle, but no one seemed to notice.

"Harry Potter?" a voice whispered. "It can't be."

"Bloody hell, I thought he died years ago!"

"Oh, mother, look! I can see his scar!"

"It's Harry Potter! Merlin, he's come from the dead!"

"Look at him. Isn't he dreamy? I guess he is a bit short. But would you look at those other men? Delicious."

And Diagon Alley exploded out of its stupor. Voices screamed and hands thrust out to try and touch the legend that stood right before their eyes. Hats were thrown in the air, tears shed, and hands shaken.

While it was a celebration to the Wizarding World, it was a death contract for Harry.

Shervon growled lowly at a hand that snatched at his Alpha's unruly hair and snapped his teeth dangerously at the offensive limb.

The group fought to get to the Leaky Cauldron, pushing and shoving through enthusiastic crowds until they finally reached the rickety door. Kicking it open, Charon and the other Council members strode into the room, followed by Harry, who was shoved unceremoniously through the doorway by his frantic pack members.

Hana slammed the door shut in front of several eager faces and slumped against the rotting wood with a relieved expression.

"Goddess," she breathed heavily. "I knew you were popular in your world, Alpha, but I never imagined something like this!"

Cracking a reluctant grin, Harry turned to face the many spectators in the bar. They were frozen, firewhiskey splashing onto the table from open mouths and mugs clattering to the floor from weakened grasps.

"Mr. Potter?" the bartender questioned, almost uncertain of the words he was saying. He put his wash cloth down and leaned forward with expectant eyes.

Harry smiled weakly. "Hello again, Tom. It's been a while, I guess."

The bar erupted into cheers and hollers as Tom tried to fight his way to the Boy-Who-Lived. Once he reached Harry, Tom grabbed his hand and began to pump it up and down excitedly.

"Mr. Potter! It indeed has been a while! Have you come to stay? I'll have your old room fixed up in a jiffy!"

Harry seemed a little taken aback from Tom's enthusiasm. "No, sorry Tom. We're here for the Floo."

Tom nodded his head vigorously. "Of course you may, Mr. Potter! Anything for you, son. We never got to thank you for saving us all that day. Where did you go? Why did you leave?"

Stopping in his tracks, Harry whipped his head around to face the barkeeper "You mean you don't know?" he almost whispered.

The man up front called Harry over. "Alpha Potter! We need to get to the Ministry. Now!"

Tom frowned in confusion. "Alpha? Isn't that a term for—"

Camilla shouldered the old man aside. "C'mon, Alpha, we need to get moving."

Harry stumbled forward obediently. "Yes, of course Cyrena," he said mechanically.

Reaching the Council, Harry took the pot of Floo powder and offered it to each person. "Take one handful," he instructed. "And say your destination clearly before dropping the powder into the fireplace. Here, Lucan, you go first."

Lucan stepped up and took a small handful of the white powder, Ducking into the fireplace, Lucan faced his pack and the Council, and said loudly, "The Ministry." Green flames shot up in a blaze, and when they died down, the fireplace was empty.

Lucia looked rather skeptical as she took her handful and vanished to the Ministry in a puff of ash.

Once every werewolf and vampire had gone through the Floo, Harry followed suit and slipped into the fireplace. He met the eyes of the entire bar, who had been staring unashamedly at the group the entire time. Outside the window were hundreds of witches and wizards, their faces pressed against the glass panes while trying to catch a glimpse of the famous Harry Potter.

Harry gave a quick smile. "Well, thanks for letting us use the Flo," he said to Tom with a nod before saying, "The Ministry."

Green flames flashed and Harry found himself whirling around with dust and ash. After several stomach lurching spins, Harry stumbled out of a fireplace, nearly face planting on the granite floor. Orpheus placed a hand on Harry's arm and helped him up.

"You okay, Alpha?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Yeah," Harry said distractedly, dusting off his clothes. /Are you all alright?/ Harry hissed at the snakes who were still clinging onto his body, hidden by his cloak. /You've been very quiet./

/Too much travel,/ Syrene hissed. /Too much movement and smells. But we are all fine/

Nodding, Harry straightened and looked around. "Where's the rest of the pack?"

Orpheus nodded toward the entrance of the Ministry. "the Council already made their way to the Minister. Half of the pack escorted the three, but the vampires, Hana, and I stayed."

"Good," Harry said. "Come, we must catch up with them. Who knows what kind of damage Lord Charon has already caused?"

Harry and the remainder of his pack began to make their way through the pathway Ministry officials had made after hearing the ruckus the Council was making. His ears twitched as his enhanced hearing stretched to find where the Minister was. It wasn't too hard to locate where Charon's booming voice was coming from.

Sprinting into a nearby elevator and out, Harry barged through the door, ignoring the line of unconscious Aurors he passed along the way. His eyes bulged at the sight before him.

The Council members were on their feet, shouting furiously at Rufus Scrimgeour, who was shouting just as ferociously, his blading head turning an impressive shade of purple.

The smack of the door against the wall seemed to pause the argument. Eight pairs of eyes swiveled to stare at Harry, who stood in the doorway, breathing heavily.

Charon broke the silence. "Ah, Mr. Scrimgeour, our guest of honor has arrived. You should have known that he would be the one I offered for the exchange."

The minister's face paled. "M-Mr. Potter?" he stammered in shock.

Vassar smirked in triumph. "Precisely. The savior of the Wizarding World, and your only hope to defeat this new Dark Lord."

"You have no right to control Mr. Potter," Scrimgeour snarled lowly. "He's going to return on his own will. Mr. Potter, if you will?" he asked, turning to Harry and gesturing to the spot next to him.

Harry flushed and looked away.

"I hate to break it to you, Minister," Lucia said cooly. "but Mr. Potter is under our command. If you make any… disagreeable decisions, we may just take him away, and you will be left to your own sources against a man who can control dragons. Both you and I know that Mr. Potter has once brought the dragons against the Dark Lord with his own charm and tongue.

Harry flinched, his eyes glaring holes at Lucia's back. Dark Lord? Dragons? Again?

Scrimgeour looked skeptical. "It is known that Mr. Potter can resist the Imperius curse."

Vassar shook her head in mock sadness. "Minister, we are not representatives of Britain's werewolves. We are the leaders of the British werewolf population. It would be best to show some respect."

"Werewolves are forbidden to enter the Ministry!" Scrimgeour accused furiously. "And what does that have to do with Potter? Unless you are suggesting that he is a werewolf, which is ridiculous to even think that Harry Potter could be a Dark creature, you have no claim over him."

Harry simply wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. Sylvain patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Lucia flashed her fangs. "Is there something wrong with being a Dark creature?"

Scrimgeour flushed a puce color. "Certainly! They serve as a threat to the Wizarding World, and should be caged like the animals they are!"

Harry cringed. Wrong move.

Roaring in fury, Charon grabbed Harry roughly and shoved him in front of the Minister. "Then tell that to the face of your very own hero. The same hero who is both werewolf and vampire. Should we cage him away?"

"Werewolf? Vampire?" the minister asked blankly. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Are you saying that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, is some kind of Dark creature hybrid?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying, Minister. I'm glad we are finally on the same page," Charon sneered distastefully. "Now, I will offer you one more chance to accept my offer. You give all creatures, light or dark, equal rights—rights that you wizards have. In return, I will allow your precious Harry Potter to return to your world and protect you from this new Dark Lord and his dragons. If not, then we will personally come and watch the Wizarding World crumble underneath your feat."

Scrimgeour swallowed and drew himself to his fullest height. "Are you threatening me?"

Vassar grinned a vicious little grin. "Why I belief so, Minister. But the question is, what are you going to do about it?"

Harry stood in an abandoned meeting room, facing his entire pack. The Council had bullied the Minister into signing the contract, and left Harry to figure out how he was going to distribute his pack among the Ministry and Hogwarts for protection.

Meeting the dark blue eyes of his Beta, Harry said, "Orpheus, as my second and confident, you will be leading the team in the Ministry. This is your test, as my Beta, of your worth. With you, will be Hana, Cyrena, and Lucan. I will leave three snakes with you, who will patrol independently. This is Viggo," he said, indicating to the purple snake. "Demi is the orange on, and Lilth the white. They may not speak our language, but they understand. Communication should not be a large problem."

He turned to the five snakes that were lying on a nearby table.

/Viggo, Demi, Lilth, you will be staying with four of my pack. Do not harm them You will be protecting this building, which smells strongly of mice and dead trees. If you sense anyone with a harmful intention, you have my permission to bite them. Be sure to alert one of my wolves afterwards. Are we clear?/

/Yes, master,/ each snake hissed before they slithered off the table and under the door, excited to explore their new domain.

Handing each pack mate a handmade watch he made with his own magic, Harry watched their movements with a critical eye. "These watches are personally made to be used as a communication device between those in the Ministry and those in Hogwarts. Press the middle button to connect with a watch of your choice and speak what you wish to. The watch also does tell time, and can be used as an alarm," Harry instructed. "Do not take these off."

Shervon grinned. "Cool watch, boss. Can you change the colors?"

"Yeah, just say the color and the watch should change."

"Green," Shervon exclaimed excitedly and watched as the black watch slowly morphed into green. He always had a fascination with magic, and was very attentive every time his Alpha, or any other wizard used it.

"Well," Harry huffed with trepidation. "I leave them in your hands, Orpheus. As I said before, this is your test as my second in command. I am trusting you with the lives of our pack."

"No pressure," Camilla chirped cheekily.

"Right," Orpheus muttered under his breath. "No pressure at all."

Striding toward the exit, Harry turned his piercing eyes on Orpheus. "Don't mess this up, Orpheus. This is on my conscience," he said seriously before walking out of the room, the rest of the pack and snakes following suit.

"Yeah, and on mine too," the Beta wolf groaned before flopping rather ungracefully on a nearby chair. "Well?" he asked his pack mates. "I guess we can begin with positions. Hana? You and Cyrena take…"

Orpheus's voice soon faded as Harry strode through the hallways. Camilla caught up with him.

"Where are we going now, Alpha?" she asked.

"To my first home," Harry answered grimly. "Hogwarts."

AN:I've actually already finished Chapter 4, which was really fun to write because Harry goes to Hogwarts and reunites with all his friends. You'll be seeing Draco there (: but there probably won't be any romance until later. Anyways, I'm off to finish packing! So review please! Thanks!

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