Chapter seven – A Blast from the Past

Torsten nodded and they entered the rooms to find…

A large area filled with comfortable sofas and chairs. The room was the same shade of grey he saw when he looked into the water, a deep emerald green, the chairs were black, all metal the colour of a young unicorn (gold) and the plush carpet under their paws was the rich shade of blue that was Cahira's eyes. The Pack-friends looked around in amazement. This was far more than they had expected. Torsten looked at Terje, Terje shrugged then nodded; they were probably trying to buy their forgiveness. Oh well, they might as well play along, the rooms were nice, even to a wolf's eyes, though they couldn't see colour. Torsten made an enquiring bark. "He wants to know where they'll sleep," Terje translated.

"Oh, right," said the Headmaster, "follow me and I'll show you to your rooms."

On the left side of the room was a curtain of beads. The headmaster knocked on the wood at the side and said, "six," then walked through the curtain. The emerged in a corridor with six beaded curtains covering rooms. They walked into the first room, and were almost blinded. By the shade in was the brightest yellow they had ever seen. Mariko immediately let out a claiming bark and jumped onto the bed. The rest of the wolves gave a sigh of relief, none had wanted it. The next room was done in black and blood red, Devaki claimed it. The next was done in bronze and blue, Cahira and Duo wrestled for it, with Cahira winning. The room was hers. Duo took the next one, at the other side of the hall. It was done in bronze again, but it was coupled with a silvery-blue, rather than the sapphire blue of the other. The next was Terje's domain. Deep red and gold made up the entirety of the colours. Torsten took the last, closest to the door. The room was done in silver and green, the deep emerald green of his eyes. He missed being able to see colours sometimes, and this was definitely one of them.

"Are you pleased with the rooms?" Came a voice from behind him. Torsten turned and nodded. Sucking up or not, the rooms were beautiful.

"Good, breakfast is from 7a.m to 8a.m, lunch from 12p.m to 1p.m, and dinner from 6p.m to 7p.m, I hope you enjoy your stay." Dumbledore turned and walked out. When he was sure the Headmaster was gone, Torsten called for them all to join him in the common-area. They came in and took places around him, with Torsten sitting in the armchair by the fire. Okay, he said, we have to decide what we're going to do here.

Well, we'll have to set up corridor patrols at night, and patrols of the grounds, put in Devaki, we don't know what this maniac will do.

True, replied Torsten, and we'll have to sniff out those secret passages, see if anyone but the twins have been there.

And we'll have to keep an eye on the students, several of their parents are followers, added Cahira.

We should sit in on some of the classes, Duo suggested, looking at Torsten, we could survey the teachers and keep an eye on the students at the same time.

Yes, sighed Torsten, But I fear these are the most we can do. Still if it is then we can at least do it well. Terje, you set up a timetable. Four wolves a night one pair for inside the school, one for outside. The pair inside the first night goes outside the next, the pair outside rest the next, the pair resting inside the next and so on and so-forth.

"Yes, Torsten."

Mariko, you keep an eye on the Hufflepuff students, and check their common-room, Duo you do the Gryffindor, Cahira the Ravenclaw, and I'll do the Slytherin. Devaki, you check all the staff classrooms with Terje, make sure nothing is… wrong.

Yes, Torsten. came from the four wolves.

Good, now everyone get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us.

With that everyone rose and headed to their respective rooms. Terje? Called Torsten.

"Yes?"

We will look over the map together tomorrow.

"Okay Tor, then I won't open it 'til then."

All right, now go to bed. Terje chuckled and trotted off to his room. Torsten entered his room calling night everyone and received five 'night's' back. He chuckled and crawled under the covers of his bed, sighing as he sunk into the soft fabric.

The next day before breakfast, Torsten and Terje were just sitting down to look over the Marauder's Map. "Ready Tor?"

Ready.

"Okay then, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good'." Lines appeared on the sheet, dots materialised with names above them. "Okay we are here," said Terje pointing at their common-room, "Remus Lupin and … Harry Potter?" Torsten looked up from the rest of the map startled. 'No,' he thought, 'No, no, no, no, no, no this can't be happening.' Terje watched as Torsten jumped down and backed into a corner, tucking his head under his paws. "Tor?" He asked, "Tor, speak to me."

Pain, hurt, bad, freak, bad, bad, bad, dark, bad… Torsten continued to mutter under his breath.

"Devaki!" He shouted, knowing the small black wolf was the closest to Torsten, "Help!" Devaki came running, skidding to a stop when she saw Torsten curled up. Oh no… Cahira!

Cahira trotted out saying, What?

Run! Get Hunter, he's gone again!

Oh no… She said and ran out the portrait hole like her life depended on it.

Mariko, Duo, get in here, we have to keep him in here. The two were there within seconds. Both took one look at Torsten and immediately lay down on each side of him. Terje looked horrified as Torsten immediately lashed out at the two, opening a wound on Mariko's neck and Duo's head. Devaki pounced on his head, holding it in place. "What's wrong with him?" asked Terje, shocked.

Flashbacks, memories, he is Harry Potter, and his uncle abused him when he was younger before finally abandoning him in the Ancient Forest, replied Devaki, struggling to hold the snapping Torsten in place, It will be another five or ten minutes before Hunter gets here, help us hold him. Terje immediately went round to Torsten's back and put all his weight onto the wolf's back. Shocked, Torsten stopped struggling for a moment before starting more ferociously than ever. I don't get it, he hasn't had one in years, not since he became a wolf, why now?

"His name!" shouted Terje, "his birth name showed on the map!"

That's what's wrong, he used to shake if we called him that or 'boy', the name only brings memories of before the forest, he had one like this when the Old One first told him his name.

"Told him his name? Shouldn't he already have known it?" Asked Terje then gave a yelp as a claw embedded itself in his arm and tore the skin.

His Uncle only called him freak or boy, same with his Aunt and Cousin.

"I'm going to kill them," stated Terje in a growl, "Tear them to pieces for hurting my Cub." Just then Hunter raced in.

Torsten! Child listen! She shouted. Torsten stopped struggling and whined. Hush my Lightning Child, my little one, you're safe. The others climbed off him as Hunter approached. Mama? Whined Torsten, Mama, he was here…

Hush my little one, he can't get you here, remember, he's gone, all gone, far away from here.

But…

No buts my Lightning Child, you're with me at Hogwarts, and you're safe here, with you're Pack, with our Pack.

Pack? Mariko, Duo, Devaki, Terje! Are you okay? he said, addressing the four.

We'll be fine Tor, never you worry, replied Devaki, Just a few scrapes.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

We know, brother, we know. Torsten stood up, Hunter supporting him as he swayed.

Come, my little one, said Hunter, bed for you.

But mama…

I said no buts young man, sleep, and that's final. The rest of you to breakfast, you have a busy day.

Yes Hunter, they chorused and walked out, cuts already healing.

Terje! She called to him, get that seen to.

"Yes, Hunter!" He called back. Torsten and Hunter walked into Torsten's room, Hunter looking around appreciatively.

I like it, she said, reminds me of your eyes.

Yes, replied Torsten, yawning, Terje tells me it's the same shade too.

Yes young one, now in. Torsten jumped onto the bed and Hunter dragged the covers over him with her teeth. Sleep well my Lightning Child, sweet dreams, said Hunter as Torsten drifted into the land of dreams.

Thank you all who reviewed! Now, questions.

Yusuke- Torsten is literally Swedish for 'Tor's Stone' but it's an old word for Lightning Bolt. All the names of my OC's have meanings.

Goddessa- Moony lives with the pack, and Torsten is the leader of a group sent to help old Dumbles, which Moony, now Terje, is a part of.

Heretic- yes, he was thirteen when he was captured.

Greg- Well, they haven't, but Terje has!

Again thanks to all who reviewed, I love ya all.