A/N thank you for your reviews and support. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

Zoran Dawn-Eclipse: thanks for your review, my friend. He will certainly try something.

APridefulSin: thanks for your review, my friend. This could go very wrong or very right. As long as Willard Cates is head of the pack very few would be able to do much. Ah, the strangeness of the family members' names. Every time I write Wolf Lake crossovers it's weird for me. My brother's name is used heavily.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review, my friend. If he's smart he won't mess with the pack or the clan.

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Harrison's POV

The next morning found him jogging through the town's streets. The urge to run was strong but he didnt know where it came from.

Even as he put more speed in on his jog the urge didnt leave him. His lungs burned as he came to a full-on run. Something in him wanted to be free.

As it felt like his lungs were going to burst he slowed. A familiar scent appeared next to him. He didnt have to turn to know that Sherman had come up next to him.

The older man said, "You sure can run kiddo. It took me a while to catch up to you."

Harrison slowed so that he was going at a light jog. The man was old far older than anyone other than his uncle and Willard Cates knew. Running in his human form was difficult for Blackstone.

He queried curiously, "What did you need from me, sir?"

The man answered with a happy smile, "Wanted to see if you wanted to practice dueling. In this town, you can use magic as freely as you like. Even if you are underage."

He didnt pause in his jog even as he considered the words. There had to be a reason that he could use magic here. It couldn't be because there were wizards here. There were also muggles who lived in the town.

Ward lines might be able to stop magic from being registered. If only a handful of the pack went to Hogwarts that would make the most sense. The others would have to learn somehow.

Harrison said, "It has to be the ward lines. They have made the logical sense on how we wouldn't be registered."

Sherman praised, "Well done young Harrison. The ward lines protect our young wizards and witches. You're our pups and we look after each of you. Even if some of the pack doesn't like it. As long as Willard is the leader you have nothing to worry about when it comes to your blood."

Something about that bugged the boy. He had noticed that there was something paining the man. The Gryffindor in him wanted to ask about it. His Slytherin side knew that it would only get him in trouble. There was something very wrong with Willard Cates.

He questioned carefully to know of what would happen should another take control, "And should Willard lose his position? What would happen to me? To Sophia who might not even be of wolf blood?"

Sherman said with a sigh that spoke of his age, "You have already been proven of wolf blood. They would not dare harm such a young blood. Sophia, on the other hand, has not shown any signs of the change. There are those in the clan who would not hesitate to kill her. Specifically the old guard. They want the clan to return to how things were before we allowed regular humans to live amongst us. It was that side of the clan that killed young Emily Donner. It is in her memory that your uncle refuses to change. And he hopes Sophia will do the same."

"Isn't refusing the change dangerous? As in she could die if she is actually part of the pack?"

"It is extremely dangerous," Sherman sighed, "It could destroy the mind of even adult wolves. For someone on the verge of a change, it could force them to be stuck in between the states. Then the head of the clan would have to put them down. That is clan law."

So if one didnt accept their other half when the tine change came they could get stuck. Half wolf half-human. Then the clan head would be forced to kill them. It was a terrible fate.

Harrison said, "That's terrible."

Sherman shook his head as they began to walk towards the school, "No. It's a mercy."

Marvolo's POV

Wolf Lake was certainly placed in an interesting area. Only one road led in and out of it.

Benjamin was right about the ward lines. They were almost ancient and in need of updating but they were strong. Part of the lockdown of the wards had been activated yesterday.

It still allowed the two wizards to pass unheeded. Fenrir only gave him a brief overview of skinwalkers. Reading up on them didnt have any extra useful information.

The city limit was still another mile to the main part of the city. He was surprised when they found that it was much more than twice the size of Hogsmede.

Benjamin counted two local sheriffs patrolling. A brown-haired man with green eyes that reminded him of the Potter boy. The other was a dark-haired woman who immediately noticed them.

In a small town such as this, it was likely that everyone knew each other. That meant they would constantly be watched by the skinwalkers. Towns like this weren't exactly friendly to outsiders.

Benjamin said his head shooting towards the east, "I feel a strong magical presence."

Marvolo reached out with his magic towards the east. He could feel the magic of those close to him. Benjamin and himself were by the strongest. At by those who were close them.

As he stretched his magic out further to the east he felt two presences. They seemed to be focused on each other. With the intensity that could only be described in tangent with combat.

One was familiar to him. It was most certainly Potter who was there fighting with someone. His magic was unique and unmistakable.

There was something new about the magic despite its familiarity. It was almost as if the boy's magic had become feral.

The second magic was impossibly even more feral. Not only feral but ancient in a way that spoke of lifetimes. This was something he only cane across in vampires.

He had to wonder if the town had a vampire amongst its skinwalkers. It wouldn't make sense if that was the case. Wolves of any kind did not get along with vampires. The town being full of skinwalkers a vampire would not be able to hide.

A voice asked from behind him, "What can Wolf Lake do for a Wizengott member and an unknown dark wizard?"

Both wizards turned to find two men standing behind them. One looked to be in his mid to late fifties with greying black hair and grey eyes.

The other was in his late twenties to early thirties with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The way he was positioned he was protective of the older man.

A flash of amber went through both of their eyes. Skinwalkers that meant the older had to be the head of the pack. There must have been an alert on the wards to tell them when an unknown wizard crossed them.

Marvolo said, "I would like to speak with you about a partnership."