Chapter One – The meeting between boy and wolf

Kill the spare!

A flash of green light flew past Harry. Not hitting Cedric but his father. His father fell to the ground but instead of a nice clean kill he started bleeding and getting blue marks all over his skin.

Kill the spare!

Another green flash of light flew past Harry's vision and this time hitting his mother. The same thing happened to his mother except that here eyes pooped out of her head and rolled to Harry's feet. The eyes looked at Harry with accusation in their pupils.

Kill the spare!

Green light flashed once again and this time hitting Cedric. Cedric fell to the ground and the ghost of Cedric come out of his body and floated towards Harry.

"It's your fault I'm dead. It's your fault that you should have died! Not me."

Harry turned around to runaway but Cedric grabbed him by the shoulder and made him face Cedric. "You won't be getting away Harry."

Cedric put his hands around and started to squeeze and Harry felt his life leave. His body crumpled to the ground.

"NO!!!" Harry screamed as he woke up.

"What on earth do you think your doing boy?" Uncle Vernon screamed as he slammed open the door.

"This is the second time this week. If you so much as make another peep I'll beat you raw. Understood?'

"Yes sir." Harry well trying to slow down his breathing.

Uncle Vernon closed the cupboard door and slid the lock into place. Uncle Vernon had moved Harry down to the cupboard after the first time that Harry had woken everyone up in the house. He'd already hit Harry this summer. As soon as Harry walked through the door to 4 Private Drive he'd been punched in the face for telling the "redheaded freaks" ,as Uncle Vernon had called them, that they could use the fireplace. Harry of course tried to explain that he didn't know that they would be using the fireplace but he got a kick in the stomach for that.

Harry sighed. It was his fourth night back from Hogwarts and things just were getting worse. Not that things at Hogwarts had been any good. First his name had been put in the Goblet of Fire and then he'd almost been fried by a dragon, attacked by underwater dark creatures. That hadn't been to bad but the worst had been the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. It had been a maze full of dangers but Harry had made it through, but so had another student. Cedric Diggory had made it as well and they had agreed after some lengthy discussion that they would take the cup that had been at the end of the maze together. So they had but the cup was a Portkey and took them to a cemetery were Harry was forced to watch and participate in the rise of Voldemort. Then if that hadn't been bad enough he had to duel with Voldemort. Harry's and Voldemorts wands had the same core so they had connected, Priori Incantatem , was what this strange affect was called. It reversed that spells that Voldemort had peformed with his wand and Harry saw a echo of Cedric, Bertha Jenkins, an old muggle man and of course his parents.

His parents had been the happiest and scariest thing Harry had ever seen. The echo's had reminded him how much he truly missed having a family. He wouldn't care if it weren't his real parents but just living with Sirius would have made everything better. But of course things never go the way Harry wants them to and so he's probably never get to live with Sirius.

Harry sighed again. He felt so lonely. So awfully lonely. He couldn't even talk to his friends anymore, they just wouldn't understand. He didn't want the pity they gave but he wanted simple understanding. Someone who he could talk to about everything and not get a sad pity look in their eyes or get teary eyed.

"It'll never happen Harry. Forget about it."

Harry sat up for the next four hours thinking about everything and nothing waiting for his Aunt to bang on his cupboard door so he could get out. He normally loved being alone and in quite places but he couldn't see here and it was incredibly cramped in the cupboard now that Harry had grown some. He still wasn't as tall as any normal 15 year old boy. Well he was almost 15, just a month and a small bit to go and he'd be sixteen.

BANG BANG.

"Wake up boy and start making breakfast." Aunt Petunia screamed through the door as she slid the lock out of place.

Harry slowly stood and made his way to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Dudley's diet had worked a bit so now twice a week he was allowed a breakfast of all the foods Dudley really shouldn't be eating. Harry started the bacon and eggs, the sausages, pancakes, flap jacks and whatever else anyone could think of to eat for breakfast.

He quickly finished preparing the breakfast and was quickly given a glass of water and a slice of toast and told to go do his chores. On top of the toast was the list of chores.

Do the dishes.

Clean the kitchen, living room and dining room.

Mow the lawn.

Paint the fence.

Weed the garden

And what ever else I think of during the day.

I want this finished before I get back from work.

Harry cringed to himself. There was absolutely no way that he would actually finish this before Uncle Vernon got home from work. Well he better get started quickly to do as much as possible. The more chores he didn't get done the harder the punishment would be. Things had actually been going good with the punishments since Harry had started going to Hogwarts but Uncle Vernon no longer seemed to care. Even mention of Sirius hadn't stopped Uncle Vernon from giving him a few smacks here and there. Uncle Vernon might lose his job so he'd been rather up tight and he took his frustrations out on Harry.

He had just finished the dishes and cleaning the house when he felt and odd feeling go through him. It felt like when he used magic but so much stronger and it didn't stop. It kept on growing and growing.

Harry stumbled out of the kitchen so that whatever was happening was not seen but his aunt.

Suddenly the feeling vanished leaving Harry kneeling and drained on the ground.

"Boy get back to your chores." Aunt Petunia yelled through the window.

Harry slowly stood and trudged toward the shed in the corner of the garden. He didn't see why he had to mow the lawn. He'd mowed it two days ago and he was positive that grass did not grow that fast.

"BOY!!! Get in here this instant!" His aunt screamed at him.

"Coming!" Harry yelled back.

What shocked him the most when he went through the door was that Uncle Vernon was sitting at the kitchen table grinning and pile of papers in front of him.

"We're going on vacation today and you'll be staying here alone. Mrs. Figg will check on you every night to make sure you haven't done any damage to the house." Uncle said happily.

"Oh Vernon you finally got that raise you wanted and you thought you were going to lose your job." Aunt Petunia said smiling broadly.

"We're leaving and there's a list of chores on the fridge that I want done before we come back from holiday."

Dudley was sitting at the table looking evilly at Harry, Harry felt a twinge in his scar and turned away and headed out the door.

Yes! No Dursleys for a whole summer. Yes yes yes.

Walking to the shed he suddenly wondered how on earth he was going to get to Hogwarts. He's uncle hadn't mentioned anything about Mrs. Figg taking him there. Then again the Dursleys couldn't care less if Harry had transport to Hogwarts or that he got his wizardy education.

 An hour or two later

Harry had finished mowing the lawn when he felt the same strange feeling he felt earlier. Except for the fact that this one felt stronger and actually felt painful. The other one had just twinged this one full out hurt.

He fell to his knees. I will not scream out. Harry never screamed but he did groan in pain. And as suddenly as it started it left leaving the same tired and empty effect.

This is weird. Great something else to make 'The Boy Who Lived' special. He thought sarcastically.

Harry stood was just about to open the door to the shed when he heard a whimper behind him. He whirled around and came face to face with a wolf. The wolf didn't look like it was going to hurt him, it seemed in much to much pain to do him much harm. Harry took a step towards the wolf looking it over carefully. It had cuts and blood was oozing all over it's coat. Where there wasn't to much blood Harry could see a beautiful metallic silver colour fur.

The wolf whimpered again and slowly collapsed to the ground in a defeat. It had already been swaying on it's feet when it had been standing there.

Harry quickly rushed to the animals side and checked to see if it was still alive. It looked at Harry with grey-blue eyes and it was silently begging Harry to help it.

"Hold on ok? I'm going to get a blanket and some towels to clean you up with." Harry whispered.

The wolf seemed to understand and relaxed a bit . Harry ran into the house and up the stairs to a tiny cupboard that was filled with towels and blanket. Harry grabbed an old fluffy towel and some towels and rushed down the stairs, putting the towels and blanket on the kitchen he ran outside.

The wolf was lying in the same position it had been when Harry had left.

"I need to move you. I'm going to pick you up and move you to the kitchen. OK?" Harry said to the wolf. It was no problem picking up the wolf because it was incredibly small and skinny. It looked dreadfully starved and worn out. Harry laid the wolf on the kitchen table. He quickly spread the blanket out and moved the wolf on top of it. He moved to the sink and grabbed a bucket form a cupboard and ran some luke-warm water into the bucket.

He then slowly started cleaning the wolf's cuts and Harry noticed that the cuts were small but deep.

"I wonder what happened to you. Something real bad judging by these cuts."

I'm talking to animals. Honestly I think I talk more to animals than I do to humans.

He'd told Hedwig just about everything he could ranging on how much he missed his parents and what he thought about all the people he'd met.

The wolf whimpered again when Harry pushed a little to hard on one of the deeper cuts.

"Sorry. I'll try be a bit more gentle."

The wolf laid it's head down on the table again and relaxed again. Harry finished cleaning the wolf about an hour later.

He wrapped the wolf in blanket and carried it up to his old room. He laid it gently on the bed and made sure it was comfortable and went downstairs to clean up all the mess he's made while cleaning the animal. Harry had decided that he'd sleep in his old room considering that the Dursleys' weren't even here.

I'll just sleep on the floor till the wolfs a bit better.

Harry collapsed on the sofa in the living room. Today had been rather interesting. Harry soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

Around 8 'o clock in the evening.

Harry slowly blinked realising he'd fallen asleep. Harry slowly sat up and was startled to see a women in witches robes sitting in a chair opposite him drinking a cup of tea.

"Ah nice to see your awake, Harry." The women said.

"Umm who are you and what are you doing here?" Harry asked hesitantly. Harry felt safe around the women for some reason, even if he didn't know who she was.

"Oh right. Arabella Figg and I'm here because Albus Dumbeldore sent me."

I've heard that name before and I'm positive that I've seen her before. But where? It's no recent memory it's something really long ago. Think!

"It seems there's a bit of a problem. Your Aunt and Uncle were part of the protection spells that surround you but with them being gone and leaving so quickly a lot of the spells left with them. Harry? Are you even listening to a word I've said?" Arabella asked.

"Um What? Oh yeah I've been listening just thinking is all. Um so what happens to me now?"

"Well you're going to come with me to my mother's house and then we're going to use her fireplace to get to Hogwarts where Dumbeldore will explain some things to you. Ok?"

"Um sure. I'll go and get my stuff." Harry said bolting from his seat and running up the stairs. He'd seen the looks she'd been giving his face. A big bruise covered the right side of his face from where Uncle Vernon had punched him. A whimper from the bed brought Harry back to his senses.

"Oh. What am I going to do with you. Dumbeldore knows I don't have a dog and well you look better than before but you still look bad. Damn. I'll just take you along and if someone asks Dudley didn't like his new gift anymore."

Harry grabbed a bag from the cupboard in his room and moved his stuff from under the floorboard to the bag and he threw some clothes in an old duffel bag of Dudleys.

"I wish you could walk. It'd make things so much easier. Can you give it a try?"

The wolf slowly nodded and stood very slowly on the bed. It wobbled and looked like it was going to fall over but it then gained it's footing. It looked at Harry as if to say look I can stand but 'I'm not going to jump off the bed'. Harry quickly crossed the room and moved the wolf off the bed to the floor.

"Ok so let's go." Harry grabbed his bag and made for the door when the wolf growled suddenly and lunged at Harry. He barely managed to get out of the way but the wolf never hit the wall but something in front of it. The wolf yelped and jumped to the side when something that Harry couldn't see kicked the wolf in the side. The wolf walked around the room slowly in circle when all of a sudden the window to the room shattered and glass sprayed to the outside.

The wolf growled again and lunged at something again only to be kicked and thrown against the wall with a thud. The wolf whimpered again and tried to stand but failed.

"Harry?" Arabella yelled coming up the stairs.

"I'm… I'm fine." Harry yelled back.

Harry moved to the wolfs side and realised with relief that it was only unconscious and not dead.

Harry gently picked the wolf up and moved towards the door where Arabella was standing with an odd look on her face while looking the room over, her gaze resting on the wolf.

"Harry what happened?" she asked.

"I'll explain later but I think we really need to leave. Could you get my stuff?" Harry replied while motioning with his head to where his stuff lay. Arabella flicked her wand and Harry's stuff shrank and with another flick of her wand she had it in a tiny pouch which she put in her pocket..

"Is that all?"

"Yeah." Harry answered softly while moving slowly and carefully not wanting to hurt the wolf any more than it already was but it didn't help much because it still whimpered.

Arabella walked behind Harry not saying a word thinking to herself. I've seen a wolf like that somewhere before.

"Harry, since when do you own a pet?" Arabella asked while opening the front door for Harry.

"Um well my aunt and uncle bought it for Dudley but he didn't like it so I've been looking after it."

Please believe me. I don't want to talk about it or anything for that manner.

Arabella nodded her head even though she clearly didn't believe a thing that Harry had said. Arabella took her wand out and making sure there were no Muggles around she tapped her wand to the doorknob of Mrs.Figgs. She opened the door and ushered Harry inside closing the door behind him and tapping it with her wand again.

I wonder what why she does that. It's not like she performed a spell cause she never said anything.

"This way Harry." Putting her hand on his she guided him through a wall and Harry found himself in a very cozy looking room he's never seen before. Arabella took a jar from the ledge above the fireplace and threw some into the fire which she'd conjured as soon as she'd entered the room.

"Ready? Just say Professor Dumbledore's office and he'll be waiting there for you." Arabella said.

Harry walked towards the green flames and took a deep breath and held onto the wolf tightly and said quite clearly, Professor Dumbeldore's office.

Harry felt the same feeling as he always did when travelling by Floo Powder.

I hope I don't fall over again cause I'll end up hurting the wolf more.

Before he could finish his thought he stumbled out of a fireplace and was about to fall over when two strong arms stopped him from falling over.