Whispers Of Truth
Chapter 1: Gathering the Army Pt. 1
The Hogwarts Express pulled in at platform nine and three-quarters, the usual confusion and noise filled the corridors as the students began to disembark. The Trio with their belongings, push through the crowd and off the train, waiting beyond the barrier was Uncle Vernon and Mrs. Weasley close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry"
"See you, Harry" said Ron, clapping him on the back.
"Bye Harry" said Hermione, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Harry—thanks" George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.
"Uncle" he said, when they got to the car, and waited for the large man to turn around, "would you like to know Truth?"
"Whatta you going on about boy?" scowled Vernon
"Do you want to know Truth?" Harry repeated, voice patient, eyes looking into the Muggle's.
"Is that something you learned at that freakish school of yours?" Vernon sneered, continuing on despite the boy not answering, "well, I don't want to know about the truth or such nonsense, now get your things in the car!"
Suddenly, Vernon's throat goes dry, his palms start to sweat, and his heart hammered violently in his chest when the corner of Harry's lips curled up into a smile.
"Yes Uncle" Harry said, then turned his attention to his trunk and Hedwig.
Once everything was loaded, both got into the van, and off they went. During the ride to Private Drive, Vernon kept glancing back at Harry through the rearview mirror, the boy merely stared out the window. On what seemed like the hundredth time, Vernon glanced into the mirror, green eyes slide from the window and locked with Vernon's. The man's palms started to sweat again, quickly Vernon turned his eyes back to the road, finally they arrived at the house, and the man quickly exited the van once it was in park; slamming the door shut and all but running inside the house.
"Must have needed the loo" Harry said to Hedwig.
In her cage, Hedwig hooted.
Harry smiled before getting out the car, Hedwig's cage tucked under his arm, after letting Hedwig out he goes to the vehicle's rear.
"He forgot to open the boot"
From where she was perched on top of the vehicle, Hedwig hooted and watched with an almost knowing gaze as the boot clicked open and glided up, with practiced ease Harry took out his trunk and placed it on the ground. The young man then turned his attention to the house, green eyes flicker as they followed the magic constantly dancing around building, his head tilts just slightly as he studied it's workings.
"Very clever of him" he said to Hedwig.
Hedwig hooted again, and ruffled her feathers before gliding down to perch on her master's shoulder, closing her eyes contently when fingers gently scratched underneath her beak. Humming softly, Harry snapped his fingers and watched as the magic around the house strengthened.
"Shall we then?" then said Harry, "we have much to do"
When Petunia came out to yell at her nephew to get in the house before the neighbors saw him, the driveway was empty.
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The previous Alpha of the Pack, often spoke of the Old World, the world wizards forgot. Of those who knew and spoke Truth. Beings who were not born, but chosen, chosen to bring Truth to light for all to see; and in the process create. Be it destruction, hate, war and death. Or peace, love and life.
"Whatever the path is chosen" his Alpha would say, "should such a Being come to you for aid, give it. You can fight it if you want, fight until you're body, mind, and soul can no longer do so; but in the end Truth will win."
He never understood why his Alpha had insisted on teaching him about what he considered a myth, why he was taught what to say and how to act in front of a make-believe Being, and after his Alpha was killed by Aurors he still didn't understand.
Then on a breeze, he appeared.
"An ever growing creature, feared, and hated. Destined to break the chains that bind, and bring about the End, and yet; there is a hint of sadness. Pity, and a understanding of the rage within. You have been named well, Fenrir Greyback, Alpha of the Britain Pack."
From where he sat on his furs, back against the cool wall, Fenrir watched Harry Potter, Wizarding World's savior leisurely walk around his Den. This was the first time he had seen the child, he was small, though to be fair everyone was small to the over six foot tall Alpha. Skinny, and the large old clothing he wore didn't help Fenrir's instincts on wanting to feed him. He held himself with a confident and grace that the Werewolf was sure wasn't there before, unruly black hair that contradicted the mysterious around him. It was the eyes however, that stood out most of all.
Dark green eyes that told of knowing, of seeing all, and nothing at once.
He now understood.
"May I sit?" Harry asked, indicating to the furs that the Alpha was sitting on.
Fenrir nodded, Harry sat down, legs crossing over each other, mirroring the Alpha's position.
"Why are you here?" the Alpha finally asked.
At first, Harry doesn't answer, running his fingers through the furs. He hummed softly, head slightly tilted as he looked down at the fur.
"I require you and your Pack's strength" he then said, looking up at the Alpha, "and loyalty"
"For what?" Fenrir asked.
Just because his Alpha told him to do whatever the Chosen asked of him, didn't mean he wasn't going ask questions and find out what he was getting himself and his Pack into. Harry's smile is knowing as he answered.
"This world, has gone blind" he said, "truth has been buried underneath ignorance and hate. Those who were once brothers, family, are now enemies and forever will be so if they remain blind"
"Haven't you heard" Fenrir snarled at the implication, "that's just an old fairytale"
Harry's smile grew, "You and I both know the true history, and it is not a fairytale"
"And is that why you are here? To make us the top of the food chain again?"
"The union between humans and the children of Earth and Magic is the reason they became into being" Harry said.
Fenrir's eyes narrowed, "And do you intend to remain them of that?"
"I intend to show them Truth"
"You intend for a war" Fenrir scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"If it comes to that, yes"
"It will come to that, you are not the first to want to bring a race or group of people to greatness, the one who gave you that scar is one of them"
Harry nodded, "While Truth is constant," he then said, "there are many paths to it, the path he chose was the path of war, the other path is not"
"And what is your path?"
The question seemed to surprise the Being, he blinked, before humming softly. His eyes become distance, not in thought, but something else. It radiated off the youth and made Fenrir shiver. Whatever it was, it was old, as old as magic, and just a powerful. Finally Harry blinked again.
"I do not know" he tilted his head, "strange, for all that I see Truth, and know what must be done. I cannot see my own path"
Fenrir studied Harry, and thought he wore an expression of confusion, the Alpha sensed that it does not bother him.
"You said you need our strength and loyalty," the Werewolf said after a moment, "so does the Dark Lord, and he promised my Pack power over the Wizards, what can you offer me? You obviously know about the Old World and what it had been. Do you intend to bring that world back? And if so, where do we stand in it?"
Dark green eyes locked with his own amber ones, and it took all the Alpha had not to whine and roll onto his back in submission. Harry looked away, fingers going back to running themselves through the furs.
"You ask a question that you already know the answer too" he said softly, "a question that you have already decided on, you…and your Alpha"
He had, there was a reason for his Alpha's teaching, why his Alpha told him to say yes.
"In two days, I will be waiting at the lake north of here, if you agree to my offer. Bring your Pack there"
Fenrir opened his mouth to ask why the lake, but Harry then stood, and headed out of the Den. Fenrir got up and followed. He is not surprised to see the Pack Pups scurrying away and to their parents the moment the two of them emerged, other pack members also scattered away, obviously listening in as well. A glance over at Harry showed him to be amused by it all, chuckling softly.
Still chuckling, Harry looked up at the night sky, he sighed when a breeze ruffled his hair; and then he whistled. The sound echoed around the Pack, and through the forest, a screech echoed back. Flapping wings ascended, the moon's bright shine danced on snow white wings. The owl was graceful in her element, Harry watched her, watched her beauty, watched all that she was, and is. And when he held out his arm, Hedwig circled once overhead before landing on the appendage.
"Have a pleasant evening"
And just as he appeared, he left on a breeze.
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"The old Alpha often talked about the Old World, but I always thought it was just stories, to think they were true, all this time" Zy, Fenrir's left-hand, breathed in awe.
"What will you do?" Nathan, Fenrir's right-hand, asked their Alpha.
Fenrir sighed, "Old Alpha Vesper always told me to give whatever it is the Chosen ask of me, doing otherwise is pointless"
"But can we trust him? He is after all, the Savior of their world, Albus's little solider." Nathan pointed out, "what if it's trap?"
Fenrir gave a huff of laughter, "That I'm a sure is not true, what I saw, who I spoke to, is no one's solider."
"So if it's not a trap, what happens if we decline his offer?" Zy then asked.
All three Werewolves looked around the Alpha's Den, the story of the Chosen told of great power. And while Potter's visit was peaceful, and the request seemed to hold no attached strings, there was no guaranteed that their rejection would be taken well.
"If we go by the stories told to us," Fenrir said after much though, "the Chosen is peaceful and fair first, wrathful second. We should be fine, however, to be on the safe side we will have a plan"
Zy and Nathan looked over at each other, then back at Fenrir, "Agreed" they both said.
Nodding, Fenrir stood up from his furs, and with Zy and Nathan behind him, exited his Den to his waiting Pack.
"As you all know, I was visited by one Harry Potter, he is the Chosen that the old Alpha spoke of."
There are gasps and murmurs amongst the Pack, and Fenrir waited for them to quiet down before speaking again.
"He asked for our strength and loyalty, in a possible coming war that goes beyond the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. The reward could be far greater than anything we could ever dreamed of if the offer is accepted"
"And have you Alpha?" asked one of the females.
"Old Alpha Vesper always told us the stories of the Chosen, I believe he did so because he knew this day would come, Vesper always wanted the best for the Pack, and because of that you trusted him to the end. Now, I'm asking you to trust me in this decision, we have two days before we met with the Chosen. I do not know where he'll take us from there, if you do not want to go, I will not force you too, those who wish to stay may do so here with Nathan. Those who choose to follow me, gather any belongings you wish to take with you."
Nathan, Zy, and Fenrir watched as the Pack broke apart, and became busy with packing. It won't take long, his Pack were used to suddenly moving from place to place.
"Looks like we're all going" Zy said with a slight grin.
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The plan was, that if Potter turned, though somewhat doubtful, the Pack hidden within the thicket would run and hide while Fenrir held Harry off for as long as he could. Emerging from the thicket, and seeing the Being sitting at the bank with his feet in the water and staring up at the sky with a serene look on his face, Fenrir felt it.
He had nothing to worry about, and all to fear, and whatever doubts and uneasiness he had, left him.
"You came" Harry said, looking over his shoulder at the Alpha, "all of you did, I'm glad"
Fenrir stared at the boy, who stared back patiently, "If I had come here to reject your offer, what would you have done?" the Alpha then asked, genuinely curious about the possibility.
Harry smiled, "I would have left you to your path"
Fenrir's lip curled up before he made a deep rumbling noise, and his pack emerged.
"Ready where you are" the Alpha said, "where are we going anyway?"
Harry smiled and turned his attention back to the lake, Fenrir and his Pack followed his gaze, the Alpha's eyes narrowing at the sudden thick fog that came rolling on the lake, and how silent the forest became. The forest was never silent, even during a hunt, the birds often alerted prey to their presence. Fenrir's eyes widen when three long wooden boats emerged from the fog.
"They will take us to where we need to be" Harry said, standing up, "before that I would like to ask you something"
Fenrir tensed slightly when Harry walked toward him, his instincts bristling when he felt that old and powerful feeling roll off the Chosen once again.
"Tell me, Child of Earth and Moon, would you like to see Truth?"
Preview for next chapter: Avalon, the Island of Fruit Trees. Home to the nine sisters of magic, and final resting place of the great King Arthur, a land of sunlight and beauty.
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