AN: A short scene from an idea I had for Harry being possessed by Voldemort at the end of first year. This story is called Serpent in the Fog.

AN 2: For those of you who have stuck around, I have not posted due to still being upset about the person who called me out and posted said review on my Borders: Broken Borders. This is the reason I left fanfiction for so long, response is in bold italic:

What the fuck is this shit... this isn't even a story? YOU WROTE TOXIC WASTE. BAD. BAD. BAD. It's so senseless... so fucking retarded... that Google Translate activated when I tried to "read" it. What the fuck is wrong with you putting shit like this on the internet?! You need to take this PIECE OF RETARDED SHIT off of this website. A crackhead can even write a better story than this garbage, even A DOG could.

This website ain't for 6 year olds (I know what you are with spelling like that) sons of bitches or mentally handicapped motherfuckers like you that stay at home and draw welfare and food stamps, stay high off of drugs and pain medications, stay drunk all of the time, spend all of their paycheck (RUNNING BACK AND FORTH TO THE LIQUOR STORE AND TOBACCO SHED ALL DAY, AND SPREAD CANCER) on beer (CARBONATED GASOLINE) whiskey (MOONSHINE) gin (ALL ALCOHOLIC -ETHANOL- DRINKS ARE DOING NOTHING BUT KILLING YOU DUMBASS WEAK MOTHERFUCKERS AND YOUR WATERED DOWN BRAIN CELLS AND FUCKED UP DNA, JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T GET ANY PUSSY OR A BITCH'S PIEHOLE TO STICK YOUR PISSSTICK UP/DOWN OR GET A DICK UP YOUR FUCKHOLE, YOU DRINK YOURSELF TO DEATH)

cigars ("Black n' Mild"- SO YOU CAN HAVE LUNGS LIKE MOLTEN TIRES AND COUGH UP THAT POISONOUS SHIT AND SPREAD IT OVER ALL OVER OTHER PEOPLE WHO AREN'T A WEAK MOTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU AND GIVE THEM GENETIC ABNORMALITIES - a.k.a CANCER/MUTATIONS) cigarettes (cancer sticks- STILL SPREADING THAT POISONOUS MUTAGENIC SHIT ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE- FUCKING UP THE HUMAN RACE - WHICH IS ALREADY FUCKED UP TO THE POINT OF NO FUCKING RETURN THANKS TO IGNORANT FUCKBAGS LIKE YOURSELF - AND FUTURE GENERATIONS EVEN MORE, BUT LESS) dip "snuff" (first mutagenic substance discovered - Candied Shit - BROWN LIKE SHIT AND EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT SHIT, STILL SPITTING OUT MUTAGENS THAT ALTER NORMAL PEOPLES' DNA) chew-tobacco (so you and your SHITTY breath can smell like the SHITTIEST PIECE OF SHIT IN THE UNIVERSE, and have TEETH THAT LOOK LIKE YOU EAT SHIT EVERYDAY FOR BREAKFAST) etc, wear shitty ass raggedy clothes that look like they pulled them out of a trashcan, smoke weed and crack, go from house being a man/woman whore (THINKING ABOUT SEX EVERY 10 FUCKING SECONDS -and food- LIKE A DAMN WILD ASS ANIMAL), have no life, get banged up by sorry ass men/women (mostly drug addicts) and shoot out babies nonstop (for women)/get every woman in sight pregnant like a damn animal (for men), have a thousand little child support babies, and live off of other people and the system their entire fucking life.

I apologize for offending anyone, but figured my loyal readers/followers should know why I have left. There was more to that review but I didn't copy it all.

AN 3: For anyone interested, I have finally managed to get something for Haunted Howls. It starts off in the summer before Hogwarts. If anyone is interested in viewing what Draco & Harry will look like as wolves, please go to my deviantart (username stormwolves) and click on the picture 'Rival Howls'.

"Well, look what we have here. A lost student wandering about a place like this. What'cha be doing here boy?"

Harry felt a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to see a scruffy looking man staring at him. The man gripped his chin in his own, lifting another hand to brush his hair aside. "Well...seems it's our lucky day. Looks like the 'Savior' of the wizarding world be gracing us with his presence." A chortle of laughter echoed around him and he stumbled back, jerking his head out of the man's grip to see he was surrounded by a group of men. He looked at the faces, fear in his eyes, the group otherwise missing the flash of red that darkened his eyes.

He felt an urge to retrieve his wand and fire a curse at the group around him, to see them at his feet begging for mercy and screaming. Rage colored his eyes, and he went for his wand, only for one of the men to pull out their wand and fire a disarming spell at the boy, catching his hand in hand. Despite his seeker reflexes, he was unable to retrieve his wand with one arm pinned behind his back. But then he shook his head. Where had that come from? This...desire to see these people on the ground before him, screaming in pain.

"No! Give it back!" Panic filled Harry's voice as he watched the wizard that caught his wand twirl it in the air between them, Harry lunging only to have his other arm twisted painfully and suddenly he was on the ground as a boot connected with his legs, pain shooting up them.

"What is the meaning of this despicable display," came a silky voice from behind them and the group parted to see Lucius Malfoy coming towards them, Draco looking at the scene from behind his father. As he pushed his way forward, he turned to see the boy sprawled on the ground, the pre-teen feeling his head being jerked up and staring into a pair of cold grey eyes. "Potter."

A sneer came to his face, one Harry recognized all too well from seeing it on Draco's own face when the Slytherin taunted him and the white-blond haired man lifted his gaze from Potter to the group of people. "One would think you had the simplicity of Muggles, attacking the Boy-Who-Lived within Knockturn Alley."

"It isn't like Dumbledore or his order are here," spoke one of the men. "We can easily be done with the boy and none will know."

"Draco go find your mother."

"But fa..."

"That is an order Draco." Draco shot Harry a look of disgust before turning and heading along through the crowded people, vanishing from sight. When he was gone, Lucius turned back to look upon the boy who had killed his master. However, while these other fools were oblivious to danger, Lucius had enough sense to know they'd be in trouble if they were seen tormenting the Boy-Who-Lived. "Let him up," said Luicus.

"But..."

"Do it," hissed Luicuis, ignoring the pair of grumbling men who pulled up Harry by his hair and to his feet. As the boy lifted his gaze, Lucius felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw a flash of crimson in the boy's gaze. "Let him go. I will deal with Potter, the rest of you continue about your business." Without waiting, he grabbed Harry by his arm and led the boy along the streets of Knockturn Alley until they got to The White Wyvern Pub, thus named due to the sign with a white wyvern over it. The shop itself was located up a set of stairs by Markus Scarrs Incredible Tattoos.

"Well done Luciussss. I ssssee your acting skills are as commendable as alwaysss."

"My...my lord?"