Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Otherwise, my name would be J. K. Rowling, I wouldn't be composing music, I'd be rich, and I would be found in England. This does not describe me in any way, shape, or form. The plot I have in store is based loosely off of J.K. Rowling's plot, just with some of my own creativity. If you can call it creativity, that is.
I actually researched the full moon cycles and found dates where the full moon actually occurred in real life.
Chapter Two: A Family Outing
Close to four years had passed since Harry Potter was left on the Dursley's doorstep. Although Privet Drive hadn't changed in the past few years. Everyday, the sun rose on the dew-soaked lawn, decorating the pristine, emerald-green lawns of Privet Drive. Petunia Dursley still spied on the neighbors as usual, and Vernon Dursley was still the director of Grunnings, a drill-making company.
The Dursleys were an average family that despised anything out of the unordinary. Mr. Dursley was a heavy-set man with barely any neck and an extremely large mustache Mrs. Dursley was an extremely thin woman with blonde hair that reached down her abnormally long neck. They both boasted about their son, Dudley, who was a boy that resembled a beach ball with a head, fat arms, and stubby little legs.
Their nephew, Harry Potter, was despised by the Dursleys for reasons he never knew up to that point. Harry could have died for all the Dursleys cared; he was too much unlike them for them to give any notice. Harry was kept in a cupboard under the stairs, where many spiders crawled over his body. The only thing Harry worried about, aside from the horrible living conditions, was the beating that his Uncle Vernon gave randomly, depending on his mood.
Now, as Harry was stirring awake in his bed, his Aunt Petunia was tapping on the door as she did every morning.
"Wake up, boy!" she screeched. "We are going into London to do shopping today, so hurry up and get dressed!"
Harry woke up slowly, hoping that if he played sick, he wouldn't have to go shopping with the Dursleys. Every time he went shopping with them, he was forced to carry as many bags as he could. When they arrived at a store where he might actually enjoy himself, Harry was forced to stay in the car while the Dursleys shopped. It was horrible!
Harry walked out of the cupboard and stumbled into the kitchen where the family was sitting at the table. Uncle Vernon was perusing the newspaper while Dudley was poking his scrambled eggs with a fork. Aunt Petunia was spying out of the kitchen window, as usual, and had made nothing for Harry. So, Harry, being used to this, walked over to the bread box and took out a loaf of bread, unnoticed by his relatives.
Uncle Vernon sighed. "Another killing," he said slamming the paper down on the table. "Why couldn't they come and take this boy? That's the only thing the boy could do to satisfy me is to just find a tree and –,"
"Hush, Vernon!" squawked Aunt Petunia. "Dudders is at the table."
However, Dudley was too interested in his eggs to notice what his parents were saying.
"Popkin?" started Aunt Petunia. Dudley looked up. "We're going into London for some shopping." Dudley just shrugged and speared his eggs with his fork. He then jammed them into his mouth. "So, hurry up with your breakfast." Dudley swallowed.
As they were driving toward London, Uncle Vernon was ranting about one of his favorite rant subjects: Harry. Harry was used to his Uncle's raves, so he just stared out of the car window, watching cars pass by.
Dudley was bored after a little while, so he started poking Harry in the ribs. Each poke started to get harder than the last. Harry turned around to glare at Dudley, only receiving a smack in the face from Aunt Petunia.
"How dare you look at my son that way!" she shrieked. Uncle Vernon grunted in agreement, and muttered something.
"Damn fools don't know how to drive," he whispered furiously to himself as a car sped past him, turning into Uncle Vernon's lane without switching on a turn signal.
When the Dursleys had finally reached London, they were piling around for stores. Harry, of course, had to carry the shopping bags the whole time. He was used to it, so he didn't complain. The most peculiar thing that happened while they were out shopping occurred when a tiny man in a violet hat bowed to him in a shop while Uncle Vernon was off in some of the other stores.
"Did you know that man?" Aunt Petunia asked furiously.
"No, I didn't!" exclaimed Harry, still shocked that a complete and total stranger had bowed to him. Dudley was merely screaming for chocolate in the background.
Finally, after all the shopping was done for the day, the Dursleys decided to stay in a hotel for the night, seeing as they were not finished shopping in London. Harry was forced to stay in the car. Harry soon fell asleep with the setting sun falling down into the horizon, ready to make way for the full moon.
However, a man was standing close by. "Finally! I have waited all these years. Now is my chance!" Fenrir Greyback strode over to the Ferrari, waiting for Harry to come out of the car for a bit of fresh air. Growling in annoyance, Fenrir knew he needed the boy to get out of the car then, before the moon came up. Although, when has he ever cared for the destruction of one's personal property? Much less for a Muggle's.
Harry woke up with a start, knowing that someone was watching him outside the car. Harry didn't think it would hurt to open the door for a peek; so he opened the door a crack, only to have it forced open.
"Now! I finally have you!" exclaimed Fenrir, the moon rising above the horizon. Slowly, the werewolf transformed, his bones lengthening and his face lengthened into a muzzle. The whole time, Harry stood, frozen with terror, as Greyback's transformation ended. The werewolf howled, which then made Harry start trying to run. The werewolf easily overtook Harry, and knocked him to the ground with the back of his paw.
"What are you doing?" yelled Harry in surprise. "Who are you?" The werewolf did not, and could not, answer. It did, however, bare its teeth, striking even more fear into Harry. Harry, not knowing what else to do, kicked the werewolf in the chest, not expecting anything to happen. Somehow, the werewolf was knocked away from Harry, allowing Harry to get back in the car before the werewolf shook itself back to consciousness.
Harry shut the door with a slam! before settling down in the seat, panting. He looked out of the window to see if the werewolf was still there. It was, and to make matters worse it was trying to pull the door off of the car! Harry began to panic, not even knowing what this creature was. Harry immediately crawled over to the other door and opened it. He then broke into a run, trying to get to the hotel's front door.
The werewolf had stopped trying to yank the door off by then, but had rushed to head Harry off. Harry was merely a few inches away from the werewolf, so right before Harry reached the door, the werewolf jumped in front of it, blocking Harry. The werewolf pounced on Harry again, this time biting into Harry's shoulder. Harry screamed in pain before falling into unconsciousness.
From that moment on, Harry's life would take a drastic turn from its original point with the Dursleys. And there was no going back.
Review Section
Zilveren – Heh… yeah, it was dark when I was copying some stuff from the book. So if you saw any typos in the last chapter, I apologize. I think I got rid of the typos though. I'm glad you liked it!
Vcbzdfbhftg – I don't really know if Harry will embrace the wolf. I mean, he'd haveto accept what he is eventually, but his relatives have squashed any belief in magic that Harry had, so it would naturally be hard to accept what he is at first.
