A/N: Hey, this be my first venture into Harry Potter fan fics, so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends [and places, etc. etc.] belong in full to JK Rowling. All other characters belong to me]

Harry, Ron, and that Were guy...

Chapter 1

"Dante, will you come in here real quick?" his father called from the living room, as Dante entered the kitchen to grab a soda. He walked into the living room, and sat on the couch opposite the one his mother and father were sitting on. He opened the soda, waiting for his dad to go on. "Well, I have some exciting news. I'm been assigned to be the Ambassador to the British Ministry of Magic!" he beamed as he said this, looking at Dante, and then turning his head to his wife, sharing a little chuckle with her. Dante just looked from his father, to his mother, and back, looking unfazed, mentally just a little surprised.

"And..." Dante urged, trying to get some more information out of the smiling man.

"And, well, this is a great opportunity for our family, so we will be moving there in July, on July 2nd to be specific." Dante sat there for a second, working it all over in his mind.

"That's less than three weeks from now. What about school? What about friends? Or is this all for you?"

"Oh, no no no, of course not. I want this to be a wonderful family experience. I have already arranged your schooling, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've already talked to the Headmaster there, Albus Dumbledore, and he is pleased to have you come to the school for the rest of your schooling. And you've still got three weeks to hang out, that's plenty of time to say goodbye! And you can still keep in touch, it's not like we are going to live on Mars!" His father said this as if it were all the greatest thing in the world, and that it was all going to be perfect.

"Right." Dante got up, and started up the stairs to his room, leaving his now frowning parents on the loveseat.


Dante sat around the dimly lit room with his friends, his fellow pack mates. They had all taken the news pretty hard, after all, he was the alpha male of the pack, and now he was off and leaving for jolly old England in two and a half weeks. It had been 5 days since his parents had told him, and this was the first night he was able to gather them all. Now, he looked around at the down-trodden faces of his best friends, and he couldn't help but feel helpless in the whole situation. Dee sat next to him, arms around his shoulder, a tear forming in the corner of her eye, trying to be as close as possible to him as if he were leaving in ten minutes. He turned his head to look at her, mustered up a smile just for her, and kissed her lightly on the nose.

"Be right back," he whispered, keeping eye contact with her as she stared into his ice-blue eyes. She nodded and let go hesitantly. He stood up, dusting off his jeans, and started walking to the door. He grabbed his best friend, Jun, by the collar of his shirt, pulled him up, and led him towards the doorway. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dee with her head between her knees, her best friend, and Jun's girlfriend, Kristy, rubbing her back consolingly.

Jun guessed they were going to talk outside, so he walked down the stairs at the end of the hall. Dust rose around them, they hadn't bothered to clean this old, abandoned place up when they had found it last month, it kind of fitted their pack mentality. Jun opened up the door, stepped outside, and stopped off to the side, waiting for Dante to follow him out and lead on. Dante came out right behind him, closed the front door behind him, and headed towards the Jeep in the circular driveway. He could hear Jun's footsteps behind him, as he headed to the driver's side, and unlocked the door. Both the guys climbed in, and closed the door. They sat there for a few moments, Jun just looking at the dashboard in front of him, Dante looking at the house in front of them.

"Figures."

"What?" Jun asked looking up and over at Dante.

"It's a new moon. I hate new moons." Jun laughed as Dante smiled, lessening the tension between the two friends. "You know I hate this more than any of you guys right?"

"Yeah, of course man. I know this pisses you off. I can sense it off you. I'm just afraid of what's going to happen to the pack. I mean you are the energy, the everything behind it. We would do anything for you, and we know that you would do anything for us," Jun explained, ending with a deep sigh.

"You guy's don't feel like I'm cheating you guys do you? I mean I can't chan-" Dante said defensively, sounding more aggressive than he wanted to.

"No way dude. Never. We know that you can't fight this, and we know you gotta do what you are told to do. I mean, it's pointless for you to run away again. Even with your 'abilities', the feds still found you in 3 days last time."

"Don't bring that shit up again, that sucked. I couldn't hunt for a month cause of the damn house arrest." But both couldn't resist a good chuckle on that one. "Why should you worry about the pack and how it will do? I won't."

"Whatdya mean?" Jun asked, looking over again.

"Well, I won't worry about the pack, because it'll be in your hands." Dante looked over at Jun with a faint smile on his face, watching Jun's face as he processed the information.

"What... wait... but... why?" Jun stammered, trying to find some words for what he was suddenly feeling.

"C'mon man, you are my best friend. You have the best hunting skills other than me in the pack. You work better with everyone than anyone else, and I sired you first. It's the only choice," Dante explained, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. Jun took all this in, thinking about what he was just given.

"Well... I mean. Well, damn, I don't know what to say, other than thanks, I guess. I'll try not to let you down..." he said, looking over at Dante, with a look of concern on his face. Dante read the fear of gaining such a leadership position on his friends face.

"You'll do fine," he said, with determination, making Jun feel at ease. "Now come on, let's go get the pack, and go hunting."

"Yeah," breathed Jun as he opened the car door and stepped out.


Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, a tall, thin teenager woke from his slumber. He sat up in his cot, pulled on his glasses, and the Chudley Cannons posters came into focus on the wall opposite his cot. Harry was glad that he was able to come over to the Burrow earlier than he had expected that summer. He smiled at the snoozing Ron, who lay sprawled across his bed, his feet hanging well off the end of the bed. It was going to be a good summer.

A/N: Kinda short, but I think you get the general idea of where this is going. The title might piss you off, it does so for me, but it was all I could think of, and I'm too lazy to change it right now, heheh! You might be wondering whether this is an HP fic with so little of Harry in the first chapter, trust me, Harry will be in it later! Please R&R!!!