Wolfling
Summary: When Harry was seven he was bitten by a werewolf. The wizarding world having no idea continued on however, the year he was supposed to go to Hogwarts he never showed. So were is our little savior and whose the were-child with Remus Lupin?
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
-- Chapter One --
An old man gazed out the window of his office noting the way the trees seemed to dance with the wind. Mutual partners finding peace in this chaotic world of men. He turned to the papers on his desk with a sigh that conveyed all the stress of running a school and trying to solve other people's problems before his own. Things had slowed down since the fall of Voldemort almost seven years ago. Not a whole lot for him to do really just attend a few trials and still manage Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Yes there exists a world of wizards and witches, a world they try very hard to keep hidden and a few years ago that world was on the brink of exposure because of a man named Tom Riddle. But that is neither here nor there. No, for all you need to know right now is that they do exist and magic is real. For that is why this tale can be told. Magic.
As the elder man who was now identified as a wizard, sat and stared at his desk he thought back to the felling of forboding that had claimed him earlier. It was truly one the most terrifying things that the old wizard had felt in a long time. He was unsure of the future now so very unsure.
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The elder man was a powerful wizard in his own right. His name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Now you may think that is a funny name but then again you may not. All that matters is that his name is known throughout the wizarding world and that he was the person others turned to if they had a large problem. A problem much like the one that had turned up earlier or rather didn't turn up.
Today was the day that a boy was supposed to be told that he was a famous wizard and that his parents had been heroes. But none of this had happened. No. When Albus had sent a trusted friend to give the acceptance letter to the child, said child was no longer living with his relatives. After checking a few devices in a locked cabinet he sighed. The boy was alive but had obviously changed his name magically. That was the only logical explanation for the other logical explination would not sit well with every other magical being in Great Britain.
Well at least those where his thoughts on the matter. He however didn't know that the young boy in question had indeed died but he had been reborn in the next moment. The child knew who he was and who he had been. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the world found out. ANd when that time came there would be a chaos not seen since the days of Merlin and Morgana Le Fey.
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TBC
A/N: Tell me is it any good? Should I stop? Or not? Grimm.