My take on Harry is a werewolf. love and rebellion, as they try to escape the shadows, and the war of their parents!
This is a rewrite of my first fic, I'm not a great writer, but had some good ideas, so, why not try again?
AN: This is a rewrite of my first fic. The first version was really poorly written (not that this one nlis much better lol) but I really liked some of the ideas I had. So why not humiliate myself and try again. This is an obvious AU, and in this timeline, the biggest difference is that things started happening to Harry in his second year. So the tournament will happen in his fifth year, and the plots of GoF and OtP happen at the same time (kinda).
Also, mandatory reminder that English is not my first language, but I'm trying my best.
Thanks for reading.
Prologue
Lily Potter was somewhat mesmerized by the interactions happening just in front of her. The analytical witch was trying at the same time to make sense of what she was witnessing, while her maternal side tried not to melt into a pile of pure happiness, her deep green eyes humid and full of love.
The beautiful red haired witch was having one of her best times in a while, one of her best friends, Apolline Delacour, one of her best friends, had arrived from France with her family that lovable autumn afternoon, looking like a beautiful goddess as always, but with a nice bottle of wine. After some small talk, Apolline's husband, Jacques Delacour, had joined James at the office to finish and sign the contract.
For a while there, with her friends, Lily could pretend she had a normal life, without a maniac running around Britain, and an old man, locked in the past trying to control the lives of her family.
But, at this moment, it was the two kids in front of Apolline and herself that got all her attention. The beautiful three years old Fleur Delacour had latched herself into Harry ever since they arrived. Now, their inocente laughter fueled the living room, sending waves of happiness and a little bit of jealousy through Lily's heart. The beautiful little girl was clapping her hands, and Harry was laughing as the little plush animals from his mobile danced and jumped around.
"Maman, can we take Harry home with us, please!" The little silver haired girl asked in a very fast and garbled french, the way kids of her age use to do when they are excited, making both mothers laugh at her antics.
Apolline looked at mesmerized Lily, and, taking a sip from her glass asked.
"What is running through this beautiful head of yours, Lily?" Apolline was a tall woman, dressed in a very fashionable blue dress, with long sleeves and a cleavage that showed just the right amount of her flawless skin. Her shoulder length hair was almost the exact same silver color from her daughter, and framed an angular face with deep blue eyes. Even by veela stands, she was beautiful. Lily looked at her, and pointed at the dancing toys.
"Those… are not magic toys… they are the ones doing that!" Lily answered, with a hint of pride and fear I'm her voice.
"Mon dieu!" Apolline was taken back by the revelation. "That is…"
"Extraordinary… also, Harry hasn't complained, or cried ever since she arrived. If I didn't know better,I would say she is using her special charm on him." Lily giggled.
"Oh non… that is still ten or eleven years away." Apolline said, taking a sip from her wine. "Non… this is something else Lily, something even more special!"
Lily laid her back on the couch and looked at her friend. The veela was always someone way more exoteric thatn herself, looking for signs even in places that there was none. But this, Lily thought, looking at Harry's little hands touching the small girl's silver hair, this could really be something.
"They are our future Lily… maybe, this is magic's way to show us hope…" Apolline placed one hand over Lily's own, her friend knew how much she needed it, hope, at the moment.
The door from the small office swung open, and both Jacques Delacour and James Potter came out of it.
"It is done!" Jacques said, while Apolline poured wine on for both her husband and her friend. "As your solicitor, I can say your actions are very solid in securing a future for Harry, and as your friend…" He took the glass his wife was offering him and looked at the other couple with loving eyes. "You can rest assured we will do whatever it takes to see it through!"
"Thank you Jacques. Is really a relief." Lily said, giving the tall french man a kiss on his cheeks.
"I am sure Sirius and Arthur will be more than able to give you the support you need here in Britain, but what about the old man? Wouldn't he be in the way?" Jacques asked, sitting on the love seat with his wife, and looking at the kids playing. It did not go unnoticed to him how calm and happy his daughter really felt.
"Yes, Dumbledore still needs us, his little order is very weakened after we left with Sirius, he still needs our political support, and will help if it means he can guarantee that…" James said, and Lily wondered how he was miles away from the little pureblood brat he once was. She was proud of the good and accepting man he had become, a true instrument for change. The red haired witch noticed the glow in her husband's eyes as he looked at the two kids, and could feel the courage to protect them, no matter what.
"Now, let's not talk about boring or darker things anymore…" Apolline said with a smile. "Today we celebrate hope for the future, love and the changes it can bring!" She finished raising her glass and looking at the kids, their laugh fueling the room with hope.
.oOo.
Two months later, Jacques was trying unsuccessfully to hold his tears while he looked down at the piece of parchment on his hands. He had spent the entire day between his family, floo calls and official owls and it was exhausted, and yet, absolutely nothing was done. "Damn the English and their bureaucracy, why everything had to be so damn hard with them!" The Frenchman cursed, clenching his fist so hard that it would leave marks on the palm of his hand.
Apolline entered the spacious office they had over the Delacour state, and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, almost like expecting someone to come out of it and say everything was a prank. But Jacques knew that wouldn't happen. He noticed the bags under her reddish eyes, she also had been crying, and seated beside her, pulled his wife into a hug.
"How is she?" The man asked, already knowing the answer.
"She cried herself to sleep…" Apolline answered, burying her face into her husband's shoulder. "I don't know how, but she knows something bad has happened… she asked for Harry again and again…" the woman sobbed, openly crying in his embrace. "And you? Any luck with the British ministry?"
"No, only what we already knew. Sirius was taken to custody, and Dumbledore failed to deliver the will. And no one knows where Harry is. The old man did something… the boy just fell into the British system's cracks! And until we can disentangle it, he is legally our friend's son's guardian!" Jacques realized he was fuming with anger.
"Mon dieu! Do you think he would do something… to get rid of Harry?" Apolline asked, looking at him with fear in her deep blue eyes.
"No. It would be a stupid move to get rid of the boy who lived or something like that, as the English news are calling him. He will use the boy as the foundation of his new order. Besides…" Jacked showed her the piece of parchment he had, and the word "active" still glowing with a golden light. It proved Harry was alive, but where? How could the ministry of magic lose track of the most important kid in the world, while making the deaths of her best friends an horrible spectacle for publicity. Another tear ran down her face.
"And, what about… Sirius?" Apolline asked.
"I don't believe for a second what they are telling us. And you shouldn't either. Sirius loved the Potters as much as we did, and the trial will show that!" Jacques held his wife, the love of his life as tight as he could.
"I will find Harry…" He said into her ears. "I will find him, even if I have to become the god-damned chancellor of magic to do it!"
.oOo.
Albus Dumbledore sat at the big armchair in his office at Hogwarts, surrounded by a pile of legal parchments and strange magical devices, the results of some well spent gold and some small mind controlling tricks. The old wizard removed his reading glasses and took a lemon drop from the bowl on the table. A smile crossed his lips as he felt the sour taste of the candy, a smile of satisfaction and self assurance. He had thought for a second that everything was lost, but now, the man had been able to salvage the situation in a way that surprised even himself.
Tom Riddle had nearly destroyed all of his well crafted plans to advance the magical world into the future under Dumledore's own guidance, with his simplistic logic and his unreasonable childish actions. Worse, the so-called dark lord had managed to enlist members of various decadent pureblood houses, so important for Albus's own plans, into his ranks, as they seem to regain control over the changing wizardry world. Albus feared he would have to deal with the insolent Dark Lord himself. And that was something he was not looking forward to. Say what you want, but the Riddle boy had mastered an immense magical power (yes, to the headmaster of the most important magic school in England and war hero Albus Percival Dumbledore, they were all boys, boys who needed lessons he was much eager to give). When Dumbledore had realized, Tom already had too much power to be controlled, and his broken mind was too far gone into the dark arts to be saved. It was too late to stop what Riddle was doing when Dumbledore noticed. That was a serious miscalculation on his part, one the old wizard would not make again.
But then, the unbelievable happened. In one single play, Tom Riddle was eliminated, along with two of his biggest political opponents, and he gained the perfect platform to start his new order. Magic should really be on his side, of course, after all, he was the one doing the right thing for the future of his kids.
But Albus Dumbledore was no fool. The old man knew it was all a temporary solution. The wizard knew very well what the scar on the Potter's child's head was, he knew all too well what this child meant, both magically and politically . But, the old wizard was not going to make the same mistakes again, as he had with Tom. No, this time the child and his power would be folded and bent to his will from the very beginning. The plan was perfect, not even his useless excuse of a godfather could intervene now. The boy and his power would be his, and he would direct into a brighter future.
All for the greater good.
.oOo.
On the dark corner of his cell in Azkaban, Sirius Black wiped his face with dirty hands. "No!" The man thought angrily. Not that damned old man, nor that fucking rat , let alone this infernal prison would break him, he was going to live and keep his sanity, for them, his best friends, his brothers in all but blood, and especially for his godson. Sirius was going to get out, he promised himself. And he would help Harry bring all the changes the magical word desperately needed, to continue the work of his parents, even if he had to burn it all to the ground first.
Chapter 01
"Wat da bloody fuck?!" Harry Potter thought as he looked at the weird, misshapen little construction in the bottom of the Durlley's backyard. Was that the headmaster's idea of a solution for his situation? A small, weird build shack on the back of a muggle backyard? Vernon must have gotten a really good amount of money to allow the construction of such monstrosity. The building was poorly done, not even one of its sides was straight and the ceiling was really low. looking at it, Harry was doubtful he would even fit inside. But, as with many magical constructions, it was probably bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Also, Harry could feel the security wards both on the locker and around the small walls.
Harry opened the small door that protested with a squirming sound and , as expected, it was bigger on the inside, but not by much. There was barely enough room for him to move and stand up, and it would be almost impossible to lay down. The fifteen years old wizard could also see a shining, silvery chain hanging from the ceiling, with a collar at the end. Harry shivered, remembering the instructions about what he had to do with it. On the door, in a plank fixed with an odd angle, there were also some vials of wolfsbane potions, enough to last him the entire summer.
"I imagine how much money the headmaster must have paid to Vernon, there is no other way he would have gone along with that without some good reparations". Harry shivered again thinking of the enormous man who has been the source of most of the pain and anger over the first ten years of his life. It had gotten better over the last years, since Harry had gone to Hogwarts, but the simple thoughts about the beatings were enough to make him sweat. The young wizard couldn't understand how he was able to fight Dementors, but this one weak man, and Harry knew he was weak, made him afraid like a baby. Harry almost wished the magical wards didn't work properly on the next full moon, but quickly threw the thought aside, he was not like that.
"In the end…" Harry thought, looking around." This is just another prison, like all others I had been, and I threw myself in this one this time." But also, for the first time, he didn't regret a thing, he would have done it all over again if needed. The wizard didn't even feel guilty, which was a first for him. Nor even angry.
He just felt alone…
.oOo.
Hermione tried, for the fourth time, to start reading her advanced transfiguration book, sitting at the desk in her room, surrounded by other magical and non magical books, and posters and fliers of her favorite bands on her walls. And, for the fourth time, she couldn't go over the third line. Just looking at the magical time in front of her would bring all the memories back in a painful flash. Sirius, Peter Petgril, Remus, the dementors, and specifically, Harry. Hermione knew something was wrong, and she was only thinking about the last predicaments they had been involved in, no, something had been wrong for some time now. But just now, after going through some turbulence over her own parents divorce, the intelligent witch was putting all the pieces together. Hermione could not understand why the headmaster would isolate Harry like that, even at the school, and then let him come back to people who clearly treated badly and without any way of contacting!
Harry had never spoken about it with Ronald or herself, the boy had that infuriating tendency of keeping the bad things to himself up until he exploded and did something stupid. Brave, but stupid . But Hermione could see in his deep emerald eyes, that every time he spoke about the Dursleys, a scar almost as deep as the one on his forehead. And now, there was also the full moon problem.
The tears ran down her face into the pages of the transfiguration book as she thought about everything she wanted to do with him this summer, to take him to the movies, to see some shows, to be a normal teenager, maybe, even something else, but then, the memory of that night came back to her. Hermione could hear Harry's scream as the fangs buried deep into his shoulder while he tried to shield her from professor Lupin. The blood flowing through his shirt. The faint smile as he looked over his shoulder reassuring her. Sirius tried to help, but he was not fast enough. Then, for a second, humanity returned to Remus's eyes, and he let Harry go from his jaws and fled. After that, the young witch cried and screamed, but Harry said it was not Remus's or Hermione's fault, he was saying that the most important thing was the fact that she was safe. That bloody selfless prat, she wanted to scream, always thinking about the others before himself!
No, Hermione was resolute, this year would be different, she would help him, Harry deserved to find some happiness, and she would be there for him. Fuck the lycanthropy, fuck Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry had saved her and now it was time for her to do the same for him. "And I will get him a bloody cell phone! I doubt that medieval lot of the ministry, or even the headmaster would be able to trace it! He just needs to keep it hidden from the bloody Dursleys!"
.oOo.
Fleur Delacour stepped down the stairs into entering Hall of her house. The atrium was illuminated by the big windows that let the light from the summer morning inside the manor and stopped in front of the big doors of her father's office. The young witch could hear voices coming from inside the room, which was not strange per se, especially after her father started running for chancellor of magic, but something was different this time. Not only the time, it was too early in the morning, but the person he was talking to sounded scared, exasperated. Desperate even. "You don't understand Jacques!" The veela heard one of the voices say in English " I cursed him! Dammit, how could I destroy his life even more! Just when we finally get to him . He already suffered enough!" To Fleur, the man sounded desperate, almost to the point of crying. This was no political gathering.
"No Remus." She heard a different English voice, this one sounding tired. "Unless I am as guilty as you! We both know who to blame here, who created this entire situation…" The tired man started sounding angry.
"Friends..." Fleur heard her father's voice, with a more calming and controlled tone. "This conversation is no longer private, Fleur darling, you may come in now." Jacques finished.
After a small scared jump, Fleur nervously tried to straighten her already perfect blouse, and opened the door and entered into the big office room, with its walls covered with books and parchments, a big wooden table at the center where her father worked, and a fireplace surrounded by comfortable couches. Fleur then saw two very strange looking men in the room with her father and raised an eyebrow. They both looked dirty and tired, like they had just come back from a fight, they were almost scary. But she was taken aback by the way they were looking in awe at her. Fleur was used to men looking hungrily at her, she had learned to ignore the disgusting looks some throw at her direction, almost undressing her with their eyes, and also how to hurt anyone who tried more than that. Her mother had taught her, ever since the witch had presented the first signs, not only about how to live with, and how to control her magical allure, but also the many ways she could use it in her own favor. But, the looks now direct at her were of a very different kind. There was no lust in those strange men's eyes, but a mixture of genuine surprise and admiration.
"Mon dieu…" The thin, heavily tattooed man, who Fleur noticed had long hair and a beard as black as the night, said in French with a heavy English accent. "You… you've grown up so much… you have become such a beautiful young woman, just like your mother." The man finished, looking at Jacques with a sincere smile, getting up from his chair.
"I don't know if you will remember us Fleur..." The other man, who had a big scar on his face and looked somewhat more ragged than the other one, said in a much better French, but with a more tired, defeated voice. "The last time we met, you were no older than three or four. My name is Remus Lupin, and this speechless idiot here is Sirius Black." That name sounded familiar to the witch, but she couldn't say where she had heard it.
"Oui." Jacques said, looking with curiosity at her expression. "The last time was at James and Lily's Christmas party I believe… almost fourteen years ago." He gave a sad smile at them, and she was certain there was something familiar, but Fleur couldn't put a finger on it.
Always polite, Fleur answered in an educated tone she reserved for her father's business partners and political allies, although she was sure the two men were neither, but something way more deep.
"Can't say I remember, monsieurs, but it is always a pleasure to meet my father's friends, especially ones who go back so long. But papa, you asked for me, non…" Fleur was curious at first, but now, she was way more than that, even if she was trying to hide it. Her father usually tried to keep Fleur and her younger sister Gabrielle out of his political meetings, though these men were a bit too weird for that.
Jacques smiled at his daughter's assertiveness. In that kind of matter, she was like himself, just as she was beautiful and smart like mother.
"Yes Fleur, I did ask for you. As you know, ever since my name was called as a candidate for magical chancellor, Bertrand had become a very special owld I also happen to have some information concerning the activities of your school this year, dear." Jacques said and Fleur tilted her head, making the luxurious silver hair cascade of her right shoulder, and looked at her father with curiosity. "I know for a fact that you, Gabby and some of your colleagues will be traveling to Britain in a couple months." Now the young witch looked surprised. "But I will not lie, the news coming from there are not the most reassuring ones. Not only we are seeing a rise of an extremely retrograde pureblood movement." All three men smiled in approval at the disgusted expression on her face. "But there are also even scarier rumors about something moving in the underground…"
"I can take care of myself papa!" Fleur interrupted with a prideful look that made Jacques smile at her. "myself and Gabby! You know that! Please do not worry papa. Also, I pity the fool who even looks the wrong way to madam Maxine" Fleur finished with a smirk.
"Oui, I will not even try to dissuade you dear, it would do me no good. I may say I am even proud of that. No, what I want is to ask you to do something for me… we need you to do something for us…" Fleur looked curiously to her father and his weird friends, and started to feel excited. "Now… What I am about to ask you is a secret, and, may I say, borderline illegal, and it can generate some international… discomfort… but I would not ask if I didn't trust you, and if it was not of extreme importance to protect the students from Hogwarts and possibly all other schools in Europe as well. Are you ok with it?" Fleur didn't even bother to hide her smile. For the next hour, she listened to her father's request with interest.
An hour later, excited with her mission, feeling like she was a character In adventure novel, and proud of the trust her father had put on her, Fleur closed the office's double doors. Not even a second layer, the teen could hear the men starting talking amongst each other again. "Do you think she can remember Jacques?" The ragged man named Remus asked, possibly unaware of the veela's sensitive sense of hearing.
"I don't know Remus, it was a long time ago, Fleur was much too young, we don't even know if it really meant something different, and she had suffered enough already… but I doubt a connection like that could be totally lost, or mere coincidence. But she is her own person now." Fleur didn't know what they were talking about, but felt it was important.
That night, an excited Fleur had a really strange and vivid dream. She could see herself, naked, walking through a very ancient looking forest, and there was an enormous completely black wolf with her. The beast walked towards her, but, instead of being afraid, she felt touched by his eyes. The best had the most profound and beautiful, and yet familiar, emerald green eyes she has ever seen….