The Pack

Oi! Still don't own any of them. I do have a dog though.a tiny little yappy thing. Not very intimidating unless you don't like to be licked.

Chapter 2: Two Types of Visitors

*Four years later..*

"Daddy I'm hungry!" The few people on the boat looked away in disgust as the fat whale of a boy whined to his father. "I haven't eaten since this morning!"

"I know Dudders, we'll get you some food when we reach the island." Vernon Dursley soothed. His son, Dudley, pouted. "You know as well as I that there is no food on this boat."

"Yes dear, we'll get you a nice lunch at our hotel." Petunia, Vernon's wife spoke up. One of the people turned to address them.

"You mean cabin, ma'am." He said politely. "I take it your headed to the Island?" The Island being a remote, fairly tropical tourist spot. At their nod he continued. "Nice place, not very busy this time of year."

"Why is that sir?" Vernon asked.

"It's quite rainy. Not very warm either, unless the sun is out. I'm Jonathan by the way, Jonathan Rigby."

"Vernon Dursley. This is my wife, Petunia, and my son Dudley." The four talked for a while until the boat hit shore. The Dursley family climbed off with their luggage and made their way to the general store.

Once they had all their supplies they made their way to the cabin they rented for the rest of summer vacation. On the way they met up with a few of the locals and chatted about things available to do. There wasn't much.

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"Rod, get back here Rod!" Mark sighed as the German Shepard bolted into the brush after another rabbit. "Jim, didn't I tell you to hold onto him?" The man turned to his sons, who stood looking sheepish. He was about to rebuke them further when the dogs painful yelp and a few growls forced him to turn back.

"Rod!" The youngest boy, Mike, called out. Mark ran to the bushes where Rod disappeared and the dog came limping out. Mark grabbed his collar and shoved him towards the boys.

"Put him in the car!" He walked slowly around to see what had hurt the large dog, but was stopped in his tracks by a low growl. He looked up to see a mud splattered brown dog standing further back. His head was down low and his lips were curled up in a snarl.

"Go on! Get out of here!" Mark yelled at the dog. The dog barked menacingly and Mark retreated. He climbed into the car and drove off.

"What was that back there dad?" Jim worriedly scratched Rod's ears.

"Wild dog. I'll have to get the shotgun and go after him soon."

"Why can't we trap it?" Mike asked.

"He's far too wild, he'd kill us before we could even get him out of a trap. Probably rabid too, best give Rod a rabies shot to be sure."

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"What happened to him?" Mark looked up to see a beefy man watching him from the stores doorway.

"Wild dog got him. You must be Vernon Dursley. Mark extended his hand and Vernon took it with a nod. "Mark Bishop. I'm the game warden around here."

"What's this about a wild dog? Is my family safe?"

"Should be, I only saw one. But dogs like that are unpredictable so I wouldn't go out alone or without protection." Vernon nodded.

"What kind of dog is it?"

"Mixed breed. I would leave it to me, sir." Mark said when he saw a strange gleam in the mans eye. "For all I know, there could be more then one."

"Of course. I must be off, nice meeting you." Vernon walked out of the store and Mark shook his head. That one was strange, and he hoped that the man didn't go out and look for the dog on his own.

Meanwhile, the dog in question was making its way through the woods to the abandoned barn he considered his den. He was greeted by an enthusiastic hybrid being. ^How'd it go? ^

^Human saw me, but I scared him good^ the pair entered the old barn and took their places, curling up. ^I want everyone to be careful. He might suspect there is more than me^

^Sure thing boss^ the other dogs chorused. The brown dog closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as the hybrid curled up to his back. He too, fell asleep within minutes.

TBC

More soon! Also, the names of the people aren't the same as in the movie.or at least I don't think so.