Wicked Scar

By: Takara R. M.

Summary: In the mist of war, truth is found… a better, fuller summary coming soon! HPDM – who else would it be?

Author's Note: I have no idea where this one is going…. I'm kind of doing the plotting as I go (which I have never really done), but I really like how this is turning out! The prologue is a little…. Eh. VERY short, but the first chapter is wild! . You should read it!

Disclaimer: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Need I say more?

Genres: um, definitely Romance & Action, maybe a little Humor tossed in for fun…. :shrugs: really don't know where it's going to go…..

Rating: T just for now…. It might become another one of those censored ones….. maybe not.

WARNINGS: OOC-ness (really don't know about this one… but it might be there…), Dangerous Muse (most definitely!), Slowly click away... to the next chapter!

Chapter Two: Wolves Are Not Werewolves

Prince,

The time is upon us. All loose ends must be tied off and all endings brought to an end. This is the point of no return. I will be waiting amidst the storm. Follow the thunder; lightning shall protect you, to the meeting place. Our song shall be heard and we shall sing it perfectly.

Hero

Draco packed up the last of his belongings. Riddle had decided to move the camp closer to the battlefield. Draco glanced at his recent letter and smiled. Harry was brilliant, really. All the metaphors and hidden meanings, it was refreshing and stimulating.

Grabbing up a blank scrap of parchment, Draco scribbled out his reply.

King,

I will be ready. Thunder moves out and I am to follow. The forest will be my haven soon, for Thunder is heading there. The pool's music will harmonize with lighting and the world shall hear our call, our song. Beware, Thunder plans to capture lightning with the aid of the pool. Thunder knows not the pool's enchantment, not the lightning's shock, and yet seeks to ensnare their power.

Servant

Harry read a parchment over again. Nope, still there. Bloody Albus just had to meddle again, didn't he? Harry suddenly scribbled out a note to Ginny before disappearing out of the camp of the Light for good. He had no intention of returning, and it seems that his followers agreed with him.

Anointed One,

The old Rat has ordered all fledglings off to the tiger's den. They are not ready. I have sent word for the butterflies to take them with them. The wolves move out to await their signal.

Take care and leave this place. The Rat's claws are poisonous and we fear his demented ways. Be gone. As long as there is lightning, there will be rain.

Fiery One

Burning Flame,

Lightning has left, the rain should follow soon. All younglings are safe for a time, but be mindful of Thunder which grows restless.

Mysterious One

Ginny looked up as a small cloaked figure entered her tent. The three foot form was soaked through and trembling, but curiously stood as far away from the fire as possible.

"News," it squeaked.

Ginny waved her wand in the creature's direction and the dark form found his arms bulging with scrolls. Ginny shooed it away and trailed him with her eyes as it shuffled off.

Sounds of marching met Harry's ears as he made his way into the Dark Camp. Legions of various creatures prepared to leave marched over the abandoned camp. Death Eaters filtered around, some even accompanied the creatures – Harry suspected it was to keep said creatures in control.

Green eyes watched as a Death Eater tortured a slim figure with flowing locks of vibrant purple hair. It was not until the being lifted its head, did Harry catch sight of her amethyst eyes. Harry knew he had to save her.

Within seconds, both Harry and the women were out of the camp, leaving a petrified Death Eater behind. With nothing to stop him, Harry fully observed the beauty before him.

The woman's purple locks fell over her shoulders in a waterfall of fluctuating shades. She was a head shorter than Harry with a small torso and lengthy limbs. Long, slender fingers delicately hovered over ugly bruises. Her face was petit and defined with a small, pointed nose and tiny mouth. Even her ears were pointed.

"What are you?"

The woman, now aware of her surroundings, jerked her head up in suspicion. Harry raised a defined brow at her actions before speaking again. "You are not Veela or Harpy, Succubus or Incubus, not even Takrea or Unicorn. What are you?"

The woman held his gaze. An odd silence fell over them, loud enough to deafen anyone. Harry noted her powerful posture and calculating look. 'A woman of power and stance.' The sorrowful, broken essence beneath her mask of control was not hidden from him.

"Wolf."

Harry could not recall her actually speaking, but he had an answer. With a nod in acknowledgment, Harry deftly picked her up and carried her deeper into the forest around them. She did not protest, rather, she fell asleep the instant his arms were about her.

Once they were deep in the forest, they came upon a glowing, silver pool. Laying the wolf-woman near the edge, Harry gently traced the symbols – which he just discovered – along her arms, being mindful of her injuries.

In a matter of moments she was awake and glaring at her 'savior'.

"Wolf, why were you in such a dark place?"

The woman tensed and Harry's eyes locked onto the purple tear making its way down her face.

"I was captured with my pack. He is the one who kept me locked up, but I escaped. I went back to free my pack when a vile snake-like creature latched on to me. I was captured again, by some odd man, but instead of taking me to Him, I found myself being tortured by another."

Harry nodded slightly in acknowledgement. He stood still as the woman came up to him, walking about him, finally coming face to face with him. A silent war ensued as both fought to dominate the other through eye contact. Harry won out, the wolf backing away from him slowly, but not backing down.

A small wolfish smirk danced across Harry's lips. "We will wait here for you to rest and heal."

"I do not need your help."

Harry made his way down to the glistening water ignoring the wolf's words. The woman glared at his back, walking down to join him at the water's edge.

"Do not touch the water. This is a sacred clearing."

The wolf sat crossed legged as she watched Harry gaze into the pool's depths. She slowly inched forward to crouch at his side. She watched as Harry reached out to the water, only to stop sort of touching it.

"No, I will wait," he mumble softly, yet the woman was able to hear his words.

"Wait for what?"

Harry turned towards to woman suddenly, throwing her off balance. He stared her down and she lowered her head in defeat after a few moments. He stayed that way for a few minutes before speaking.

"I am waiting for the Angel of Death. I am his Guardian and he is my soul."

Harry stood and went to a tree standing out amongst the forest. One graceful leap and he was perched upon a branch. The wolf woman came to stand beneath him.

"What are you?"

Harry smiled to himself. "I am known by many a name, but Harry seems to be the favorite."

The wolf huffed. "That is not what I asked you."

He replied with a sigh. "It is unknown. Some call me human, others wizard," she tensed, "one claims me as mate. I am the Prince of Gryffindor, the Champion of the Light, and Harry Potter."

"One of honor, one honorable, one honest."

Harry glanced down; the wolf nodded to herself and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Liulfr is my name, but I am also called Amara. I am daughter to Lord Lyall and Lady Ylva."

"Noble blood," Harry stated rather than asked.

"Royal blood," she corrected. "The Nobles are of less status in our world."

Harry nodded. "I understand. Tell me more."

She did so obligingly. "My mother and father are both trying to keep the magicks of our world from being combined into this one. I was sent with a pack to seek the source of the problem, but as we traveled, we found ourselves to be much weaker in this place."

"Do you have any brothers?"

The question was abrupt and threw Amara off slightly. "No," she replied drawing the word out almost as if it were a question.

"You are not related to the werewolves," he stated.

"We are not. We can choose which form we wish to be in and have control in both."

Harry landed gracefully next to her and leaned back against the tree. Amara let her eyes gaze over his form. She noticed a strange pedant peeking out from his shirt. As much as she tried, she could not tear her eyes from it.

Harry looked down to see what had caught her eye. In one swift movement, the pendant was hidden once again beneath the fold of his shirt.

"I have seen that symbol before," Amara spoke to herself, "but where?"

Harry moved back to the water's edge, the wolf following behind. "It is of no consequence to you. Leave it be."

Amara shook her head violently. "I know I have seen it somewhere. I know it."

"I warn you now: leave it be."

Amara looked into the water and gasped in surprise. Harry ignored her and kept his eyes trained on the water's surface. Amara reached out a delicate hand to the water, but drew it back when the vision in the water changed.

Harry's eye's narrowed as he gazed upon the new scene. This was not good.

"What is this?"

Harry's head whipped up to meet the startled eyes of the wolf at his side.

"What is it we are seeing?"

Harry's eyes bore into hers. "The present." His answer was short and left no room for further questioning. "Move! We must go back into that tree." When she did not move, he added, "now!"

He did not have to repeat himself. In a few swift strides, Amara was at the tree and perched on the branch aside to the one Harry had been composed on previously. She watched as he hid himself in the shadows at the tree's base.

In a few short seconds, the sounds of marching and loud voices began to grow closer and closer to the clearing. Amara shivered as she recognized one she wished she would never need to hear again.

TBC

Ok. I think I have the whole thing planned out now….. I really like this one. It is going to be a bit long… I know that some who have read it… (but did not leave any reviews) … have sent me messages about it being confusing…. I do not find it to be so. If you do, please leave me a review and tell me how and why… it would be very helpful! Thank you!

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