Chapter One:

Disclaimer: Since I forgot to do this during the prologue... Harry Potter and co. does not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling and I'm not making any money off of this. It would be nice if I was, but sadly, I'm not. Trust me, no moola here. But, the characters you don't recognize do belong to me. Except for Marlaina, Bryon, Liz, and Trey, they belong to their respective namesakes. Now, to the story!

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"I'm telling you, I do not have lice, fleas or any other microscopic organism on me," said Harry Potter.

"Well the lice are coming from somebody," a woman named Torra said. "And I have to search every person here to see if they've got them. Trust me, Harry, I've got seven cubs and three adults in isolation already, I don't want any more work here." Harry glared and bowed his head.

"If I had lice, they would be easy to see, right?" he added as Torra looked through his hair.

"Okay then," Harry looked up.

"I'm done?" he asked. Torra nodded.

"You haven't got lice," she said. "You've got mites,"

"WHAT?"

"Which means, you're going into isolation along with everybody else you've had contact with in the past few days," Torra said.

"Past few days?" Harry choked.

"Well, unless I've already checked them," Torra reassured. "Now, I suppose you know where isolation is?"

"Yes, I know where isolation is," Harry mimicked. "I'll get there," he said. Harry had been to isolation before, twice actually, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. The last time he went to isolation, it was because he had caught a bad case of the flu. Isolation was one of the worst places someone could go, it was a dark and dreary cave lit up by a few candles with a black cloth hanging from the mouth of the cave; the whole place smelled of death, vomit and stale jellybeans.

There was a guard in front of the isolation cave; when Harry approached him, he looked down.

"Mites," Harry said solemnly. The guard lifted the cloth and let Harry in. There were about fifteen other people in there. Harry sat down next to a boy around his name who was very pale. "Lice?" he asked.

"Black pox and malaria and... leprosy," the boy corrected. Harry scooted away almost immediately. One of the worst aspects of being put into isolation, was the fact that you could possibly catch something even worse than what you came in with.

"What caused it?" Harry asked. The boy shrugged. He pulled his collar down so that Harry could see his shoulder; the tell-tale marks in the shape of a half-moon confirmed what had previously been an inkling in Harry's mind.

"You're bitten?" Harry asked. The boy nodded.

"Mistress Sutherson decided to have me test the poisons that the class made. She knew I wasn't a pureblood; knew I probably wouldn't be able to handle it as much as some of the better ones here. But did she care? Noo...." He explained bitterly. "I believe I've got a touch of pneumonia as well, but that I can handle."

Harry could relate. He, himself, was a bitten werewolf also; not only a werewolf, but a wizard fresh out of his first year of Hogwarts as well. He lived with a tribe that was a part of the Fianna werewolves, in the forbidden forest. They had an alpha leader, a tall, wild man named Odyn; and they had very few bitten wolves, as it wasn't good form to bite humans.

When Harry had been bitten, by an old man named Dismas who was now long dead, he had been about to turn six years old. He was taken in by a prominent pureblooded werewolf family by the name of Caolaidhe, and made friends with Felan, their son. Since then, he had learned everything that a twelve-year-old werewolf ought to know; including how to hunt, behave and survive on his own in any condition. At Hogwarts, he learned new things, like how to cast spells and make potions; he was the envy of every cub in the pack.

Mistress Sutherson was one of the teachers who taught the werewolf cubs how to do such things as Harry had learned. She didn't like bitten wolves, as most pureblooded werewolves didn't (Harry found it was a similar situation in the wizarding world) and tested most of the poisons she taught the students to make on bitten wolves. Mistress Sutherson was also from a very high-standing werewolf family, the Sutherson family was comprised of, what seemed to be, only the best of the packs. The women were beautiful, talented and could catch, skin and cook a rabbit using a piece of floss, some gum, a few sticks and a piece of lettuce; and the men were the strongest, best, and most handsome fighters in the hemisphere.

"So, has Torra gotten an antidote yet?" Harry asked. The boy shrugged. Torra was good at her job as the local healer, she could create an antidote to almost anything that she created; it was other people's draughts that she had trouble figuring out.

"She'll send someone in when she gets it," he said.

"I know she'll figure it out," Harry said. "A few months ago, a friend of mine had some sort of syphilis and small pox strain, and she fixed in a few days." The friend was Ron, one of Harry's best friends at Hogwarts. He had gotten the syphilis and small pox from something he had drank while he was with the pack during Beltane.

"What've you got?" the boy asked.

"Mites," Harry said. "I'm sure I'll be getting out--"

"'arry?"

"Soon," Harry finished. He turned towards the guard in the cavemouth. "Yes?" The guard threw him a tall bottle full of something thick, green and oozy that belonged more in a science fiction movie.

"Wash off yer 'ead wif it and report back to McBorgen immediately," he said.

"Thanks," Harry looked at the bottle.

"Thanks for keeping me company," the boy said. "Harry, right?"

"Yeah, and your name?" Harry asked.

"Christian." the boy replied.

"Great, so I'll see you around?" Harry asked.

"Sure," the boy said. "That is if I survive any longer," he joked... or at least Harry hoped he joked. Either way, Harry smiled and ran out of the isolation cave, happy to be free of the horrible dead feeling. He stopped running when he came to a large crowd gathered around two willowy blonde girls, both wearing long pants, long-sleeved shirts, large brimmed hats and black gloves on their hands, on the small parts of skin not covered by something, Harry could see pale, heavily veined skin. Zombies?

"They're Baobhan Sith, Harry. Get your mythology correct," a girl named Marlaina replied when he asked. "Hugh caught the suckheads feeding off of some humans at the edge," she explained. Marlaina was a very pretty girl, a few months younger than Harry, with long, curly dark-red hair and blue eyes.

"And they've already got a few feedings on their records, so Hugh says that they might get the death penalty-- I so hope they do. I don't care if they protect our borders or what not, if they keep on feeding people are going to notice and see what exactly's going on in the forest..." Marlaina continued.

"How are they going to die?" Harry asked.

"Well, there's death by starvation-- which'll be awful fun to watch--"

"Awful being the main word there," Harry interrupted. Marlaina went on as if he hadn't spoken.

"Death by fire, like they used to do to witches... Death by impaling, they'll drive sticks into random body parts for a few days until they're all rotted, and then put them on display and stab them in the heart finally..."

"Sadistic," Harry said.

"Then there's poison-- which I hope they'll use the slow acting ones so that we'll get to see them suffer," Marlaina thought for a moment. "And then there's my favorite, death by decapitation. I hope someone we know'll get to keep the head..."

"SILENCE!" Called out a voice. Harry and Marlaina both looked towards the front where Odyn was standing with his arms up. He looked towards Hugh, the adolescent who had brought the two Baobhan Sith in. "What did they do this time?" he asked in an almost bored voice.

"Saw them feeding off of two humans by the border of the forest," Hugh said smugly.

"And what of the sheep?" Odyn asked.

"Dead," Hugh sighed. "I think we'll have to do the death penalty," he said in an unforgiving voice.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," everyone in the crowd turned towards the source of disruption. It was Aubine, the leader of the tribe of Baobhan Sith that the two girls belonged to. This particular tribe of vampires had been standing guard over the forest for more than a century (or so Harry heard), ever since the Black Fury tribe moved into the forest. The Fianna started living in the forest about twenty years ago.

Aubine took a step forward towards the werewolves, and was surrounded by weapons on all sides. Every werewolf in the crowd, from the tallest to the smallest, had gotten out a weapon-- from the three-year-olds carrying dull knives that could barely slice a beetle in two; to the Ahrouns with swords and bow and arrows.

"State your business here," Odyn demanded.

"Trials involving the people outside of the borders are my territory-- why didn't anyone inform me?" Aubine asked. "Not to mention I could bring Lysippe over, since she has domain over the females in trial." Harry was sure no one wanted that. Lysippe was the leader of the Black Furies who lived only a few miles west, a tribe of all women with an amazonian feel to it.

"Now get them down," Aubine ordered. The two Ahrouns standing guard over the girls looked towards Odyn, who gave the signal to release them. There was a definite subdued feeling to the crowd by this turn of events.

"We're the ones that were smart enough to exile these two," Odyn said. "And you agreed that they'd be ours to kill if they'd done another act like this. They're liabilities,"

"I don't care. You do not execute ripe Baobhan Sith-- daughters of one a prime family in the vampire nation. They would have my head," Aubine protested. "Bring them here," The girls were walked through the crowd, huge toothy smiles on their faces. One was pushing the brim of her hat down a bit so that she could evade the sun.

"I can't believe they brought us out here for nothing," Marlaina sighed. "There hasn't been a good vampire execution since '87. And just because they weren't our business..." she grumbled. One of the vampire girls hissed at her and she aimed an arrow (a particularily strange one, thought Harry, with an orange tip) at the girl's throat.

"Marlaina," Harry warned, pushing the bow down. Marlaina rolled her eyes. Harry stopped her and nodded towards the Baobhan Sith girl who had touched a little girl's cheek. "Now it's our business," he said as the Baobhan Sith was quickly decapitated by the mother. Sadly, now it was everyone's business. The Baobhan Sith, the Fianna, and the Black Furies.

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A/N: I'm sorta at another non-internet faze. I'm actually getting started on the fourth chapter-- I'm at a block here how to write the chapter without totally just ripping the pages out of my book and pasting them to my monitor, so....

After I proof my second chapter a bit I'll post it as soon as I get to the internet again, which might be the same day I post this. So later.