It was eleven o'clock at night, every one was asleep except for eleven people. These eleven people were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Professors McGonagall, Snape, Hagrid and Lupin as well as Arthur and Molly Weasley.
Hermione and Ron sat nervously, they knew what had happened earlier that day and that Dumbledore and some of the Professors had gone into the forest to search for Harry. Since he was no where to be found in the room then he was either badly hurt or they couldn't find him. Neither one was good.
They all sat in silence with their own thoughts. The tension in the room was mounting. It was at the point of unbearable when Hermione voiced her thoughts in one word.
"Well….." she asked hopefully.
The gray headmaster (who was number eleven) stood up for the second time that day with a sigh, ready to tell the bad news.
"Harry…is gone," he managed.
There was a shocked silence.
"What do you mean he's gone!" exclaimed Ron furiously.
"Humph…The-Boy-Who-Lived is The-Boy-Who-Died," snarled Snape.
"How can you be so heartless?" asked Hermione quietly.
For once Snape seemed lost for words. He just stood there with a dumb-founded look on his face.
Ron punched the arm of the chair, while Hermione and Ginny broke down in tears as the reality of the news sunk in.
All in the room people were crying, all except one man, Snape. He knew Potter and his father long enough (unfortunately) to know that something was not quite right; but that was for another day.
'No it can't be true' was all that was going through Hermione's head as she was lead into the Gryffindor Common Room. She stood beside a dumb-founded Ron and Ginny and a still dumb-founded McGonagall. After a short while Hermione felt tears swelling up in her eyes, she couldn't hold it any more; she tore out of the Common Room with tears coming down.
No more than ten seconds after Hermione's departure Ginny followed in the same state.
"I think you should go to bed Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said rather stiffly, snapping him out of his trance.
Harry was exhausted, he had been walking all day. He was hungry tiered and sore. He had been following the stream that was in the clearing earlier that day and so far the forest all looked the same.
Lost in his thoughts Harry tripped and fell hard over a rock. For his body this was more than it could handle. Slowly Harry felt his body shutting down. Just as his vision blurred he saw something emerge from the bushes to his right. As the thing stood above him Harry felt a sudden felling of security, and then he blacked out.
When Harry woke up he was sore but oddly warm
'Wait warm?'
His eyes snapped open and immediately he saw what it was that was keeping him warm.
Surrounding him was a pack of wolves. He had to get out of here. If they woke up they would kill him.
Harry slowly made to get up but a low whine stopped him in his tracks.
Lying on Harry's middle was a large ink black wolf, most likely the leader of the pack.
After getting over the initial shock of the wolves Harry started to take in his surroundings.
He was in a new clearing. The only thought that he could give as to how he got here was that he was dragged here by the wolves.
'Where is here?'
He was in a clearing with his back to a cave. In the middle of the area was a small pond.
Harry could tell from the flashes in the water that it was home to many fish. The clearing that Harry found himself in was totally different to the Forbidden Forrest at the school.
The trees were greener and they had vines connecting each other.
As Harry let his eyes wonder, he noticed that the weight on his middle was moving.
Harry snapped his head around and came face to face with a pair of amber eyes. The breath caught in his chest as an ink black wolf stood in front of him.
Harry immediately remembered what aunt Petunia was telling Dudley to do around Aunt Marge's dogs
'Stay very still now dudikins and don't look it in the eye'.
Well hey, it was worth a try.
Harry froze and tried to look any where but in the eyes of the large and ferocious wolf. But it was a battle he was losing, no matter where he looked he could feel the amber eyes watching his every movement.
Slowly Harry turned around after noticing the low but commanding growl that the animal was giving. The wolf was now on its feet with its head lowered, but oddly it was looking calm.
Again it let out a growl, but this time Harry noticed that the other wolves were waking up.
'Oh Go, I'm gonna die!'
It didn't take long for the wolves to form a pack behind the leader. Slowly Harry's fingers reached to his pocket for his wand only to find that it was gone.
So now he was stranded in a place he didn't know, with no food and no wand. From this point, the situation could either get better or much worse.
Slowly the ink black wolf made its way towards him. Harry closed his eyes and prepared for the sensation of teeth sinking into flesh.
But it never came. Slowly opened his eyes when he felt a soft and fairly warm touch on his hand, to his surprise he wasn't being mauled to death but rubbed and licked by the wolf. (AN/ I don't mean rubbed and licked in a 'bad' way)
When the black wolf was finished, Harry was approached by each wolf individually and they did the same thing that the first had done.
As soon as all the pack had gone and done what ever it was that they had done, they all seemed to want to either play with Harry or they just went back to lying around.
Harry could only come to the conclusion that they were accepting him as one of them. Only God knows why they did though.
The again it might be easier if they did.
AN/
Hey guys, sorry that it's been a while but with school and all I'm finding it all a bit hectic. Hopefully I will get the third chapter up soon. Thanks for reviewing.
PS. I'm also writing another story called "A blast from the Past" or that's what I think I will call it. If you guys think that I should just keep with Lost and Forgotten please let me know.
