A/N- Sorry for taking so long to update, but I was busy and had no time. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Harry Potter
Harry and Silver were directed to their new quarters, by a house elf in some ratty old sac clothing. Harry had been angered by the state of the house elf's cloths but didn't do anything, knowing house elf pride they wouldn't appreciate him trying to give them better clothing than their master felt that they deserved. After they had checked the place and Silver put up most of their own wards and disabling a monitoring charm that the headmaster had placed in their room, they had started getting ready for the training time. Everyday Harry would exercise and keep himself ready for anything that life might throw at him. AS they changed, Silver started to speak, "I'm surprised that you didn't kill that man earlier. I was even more surprised that you didn't lay into that old fool when he had the audacity to accuse you of attacking one of his teachers, when you were fighting in defense. He is just lucky that you had me promise not to kill anyone while we are here, or old wrinkly balls would have to be looking for a new potions professor."
Harry, now lacking the carefree look that he had when he was talking to Dumbledore, replied," I didn't kill the man, because Amicus had told me of Dumbledore's high position of this world and I knew that if I had killed him he would have used his power and have me labeled dark. As for not laying into the old man, that was because I felt as though I wasn't attacked but merely flicked, and also by displaying that little bit of goblin knowledge, I was able to get the respect of the small professor. I think Amicus said that his name was Filius Flitwik the charms professor, and also a professional duelist. With respect may come friendship, with friendship alliances form and that man may be a very valuable ally to have later on."
Silver stopped and appeared to think about it for a moment before seeming to find his answer satisfactory and nodded in agreement. Finally after about ten more minutes of getting dressed, mainly from Silver teasing Harry with her body, something that she took great pleasure in especially when Harry kissed her breasts. After they were finshed getting dressed, they went outside to start their exercise.
They decided to start with a run and see who could get around the lake the fastest. They had been on their third run around the lake at the speed of Olympic runners, when a few students came out of the castle and saw them. They stopped and watched as Harry and the pretty girl continuously pass each other as they ran, attracting more students. Harry seemed to run almost like he was part canine, sometimes running on two legs others on four. After a while, the two runners started to slow, and exchanged a few words with each other, before getting into battle positions. They then charged at each other full force, Harry surprising everyone and even the girl for a sec, as he changed into a werewolf like creature. They slammed into each other, clawing, spitting, and growling. The students were shocked out of their trance when two figures arrived. One was a very old lady, named Ms. Grubbyplanks the care of magical creatures professor, who was demanding why her class was ten minutes late. The other was her assistant and a man and a half, as he was about ten feet tall and very hairy with a full grown out beard that seemed to mix in with his equally long black hair. He and the professor were looking at them with stern looks, until they saw the vampire that had arrived with the famous Harry Potter earlier and a werewolf like creature fight all out.
They starred in amazement as they witnessed the first sighting of a Worgon in over ten centuries. They were both over joyed as the Worgons, at one time, were considered the protectors of all the other magical races, and had been close relatives to werewolves. Some people would confuse them with a common werewolf, but unlike the common werewolf who was built for speed and agility, a Worgon was built for strength and endurance.
Worgons were around in the ancient times, when werewolves coexisted with their inner wolves, and could change whenever they desired. There used to be an equal mix of the two until the wizarding people and mundane(Muggle) people started to hunt down them with the aid of the vampire race, whom they had bought out, The humans started claiming them to be evil creatures after a darklord had rose who was a werewolf . The Worgons and the werewolves fled, but they knew it was only matter of time before they were found and wiped out. The Worgons, being the warriors of the two, hid the werewolves away and led their away the pursuers. They had then engaged them, refusing to go down without a fight a long way away. That was the battle that led to the extinction of an entire race. After finding out the fate of their brethren, the werewolves' inner wolves had went insane and separated themselves from their human counter parts to protect them. After that, werewolves lost the ability to transform at will, and their inner wolves had started to hunt down humans when they were released in a blind rage to avenge their fallen brethren.
Now here before the two of them, was a prime example of a Worgon, overpowering a vampire in a battle of pure strength. Finally after about another half hour of fighting, the vampire finally fell, unable to continue against the wolf,s superior strength. The Worgon let out a guttural howl before, to the shook of the two adults, changed into the famous Harry Potter. They watched as he threw himself down beside the vampire who, again to their shock, curled into his side. Faster than any old lady should be able to move, she made her way over to the two, with the Hagrid quickly out distancing her to the two figures. When they finally reached the two they saw Mr. Potter starring at the sky, almost breaking Hagrid's heart at the resemblance of Harry's eyes to his mother's. He looked at them as they approached, watching their every move. Grubbyplanks, not wasting a moment, started poking Harry with a her cane.
Harry lay on his back doing the thing that brought him the most joy, holding someone that he cared about. Silver had fallen asleep after they had trained as she was still getting used to being awake during the day, instead of the night. He remembered the first time that he had let his Worgon form out near Silver, and shuddered at the memory. His Worgon spirit had went into a rage at the sight of her, and only the lack of his training in that form had kept him from killing her. After a while they had started to bring out his Worgon form around Silver and usually other vampires from their coven, trying to bring peace to the spirit and them. Finally after the eleventh turn, the spirit's rage had passed and was willing to co-operate with vampires after hearing of their regret of helping in the death of their race. Mainly due to them feeling the same pain, with the humans and wizards attacking them afterwards and bringing some of the lesser goblin kingdoms to help in their hunts. Now whenever Harry changed to his Worgon form, it would greet Silver with respect, similar to one warrior greeting another. Though it did take immense pleasure in over powering Silver, showing, even if only to himself, that he was superior.
As he lay there in thought, something from the corner of his vision caught his attention. Two figures were rapidly approaching, though they walked with no visible aggression, he wouldn't take a chance. So as they approached he discreetly pulled his wand to his side, and Silver closer to his body. When they were about fifty feet away, he looked straight at them, showing them that they were noticed. The older woman he recognized from the great hall that morning, though he didn't know her name. The other was completely new to Harry, though he did have some vague memories of a giant man from his childhood. The larger of the two figures stopped about ten feet away, the older lady however came within arms distance and started to poke him with her cane. grabbing the cane and planting it firmly in the ground, he looked over to the students. wondering what they were staring at them for, when he heard a kid wearing Slytherin robes, blonde hair, and a face of disgust yell out, "Potter's a dark creature did you see that, he's a mangy mutt. My father won't stand for me having to go to school with someone like him. When he hears about this, he'll make sure that he and his vampire whore are put down like the animals that they are."
The two adults turned and saw the idiot was right behind them, looking at Harry and his mate with disgust. Before either of them could reprimand the young man, Harry, once again in Worgon form, had him in his claws. "You pitiful whelp, you are nothing but a spoiled brat running around acting like your better than everyone else. All because your father has more money than others, enough money to be able to bribe your mother into sleeping with him enough to at least have you." Harry harshly snapped in the now terrified boy, who reeked of urine, "I hate people like you, always thinking that excess money makes you better than the poor. It makes you stupid and weak. So stupid that you would dare insult someone that I care for, and many others that I call friend. I will tell you this once, you insult me and that's fine, but you insult my friends or loved ones and I will tear you limb from limb and leave you as nothing more than a bloody pile in the dirt, right where you belong. And if your oh so powerful daddy has anything to say about that, he can come talk to me, and if it comes to it, I'll leave a pile of dirt right next to yours, so that his body has somewhere to rest where it can be stepped on."
Harry then dropped the now completely terrified boy on the ground, who looked up at him like he was the worst kind of monster, before running as quickly as his legs would carry him to the castle. There was complete silence from Harry's declaration. Harry looked around at all of the shocked faces, and started chuckling, as he reverted to his human form. He then turned to the crowd, and said, "Sorry for that, I just couldn't help myself. Plus the guy really did need to learn a lesson. I promise not to do any limb ripping unless I really have to, and if it does come to that point, than I promise as long as you are not in the wrong, you shall be fine."
"Mr. Potter," Said the elderly lady, "While I do not agree with what you just did, I can not fault you as you caused him no harm. My name is Rubilda Grubbyplanks, care of magical creatures teacher. I saw you sparring with your partner and would be honored if you would allow me to study you and your partner at some time. It would be an honor to study your Worgon form, as although they are considered dark creatures, they are still creatures and me and my associate's passion is to be able to study and learn how to care for all creatures. Oh, where are my manners, this hairy tree trunk is Rubeus Hagrid, groundskeeper of the of Hogwarts." Said man nodded his massive head at Harry and spoke."
"Pleasure ta see ya again Harry. Ya might na' remember me, but I knew yer parents pretty well, grea' they were, died long befer the time." He said with tears in his eyes, "I was tha one tha' took yer to your aunt and uncles house, not knowing wha' hell I was puttin ya thru. I'm sorry for not takin ya somewhare better bu' Dumbledore said that you'd be safe. I know tha' you probably couln't forgive me, bu' I wanted ya to know that I was sorry." He said starting to break down.
Harry was surprised by the sudden confession and that this man was one of the ones that helped put him through hell, although unknowingly. He smiled no longer angry at those that were responsible, thanks to some help from Amicus. He walked over to the gentle giant and patted him on the elbow, getting his attention, "It's fine Hagrid, I'm not angry. In fact I'm kind of glad that I was placed there as that helped me to become the person that I am today." A this he turned to Ms. Grubbyplanks," And I would be glad to let you examine me, though you will have to ask Silver herself to study her. If you so wish we could come to your class area next week sometime, as this week is kind of full. Now if you please excuse me, I would like to lay back down with my mate for a few more minutes." Harry said while sitting down by the now awake Silver, who had been awoken at the outburst of the blonde ferret.
He had just gotten comfortable when he was once again interrupted this time by three different people, who were rushing towards him. The first was and older version of the blonde ponce, who was yelling that Harry was going to be placed into Azkaban for assaulting his son. The second was a grey haired lady with a monocle, who was asking where he had been and who had taken him. The third was professor McGonagall who was asking for Harry to once again report to the headmaster's office. He just shook his head mumbling about wanting to only get a little relaxation, causing the powerful vampire beside him to giggle. He stood up again offering his hand to Silver, asking her to join him in his boring affairs, wanting to just get this over with and then get something to eat.
A/N- Thank you for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed. Also sorry for my bad attempt at a Hagrid accent, but I at least tried. Please leave a review and until next time, take care.