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 Two --
Harry was seven when he was bitten by a werewolf. He could recall that night with the utmost clarity. Every minute he had been outside walking deeper into the woods hoping his uncle would come back, only to hear the sounds of his future sire. Though the woman hadn't stuck around very long and he knew why too. She had told him everything that he needed to know that morning.
She had said it was unlikely he would survive his first transformation. Most children didn't. It was common practice among the elder wolves to offer a choice. A peaceful ending or hope they would survive the next full moon. He chose to bear it. Knowing that with his luck he would most likely live afterward.
Kayla had spent a week teaching him about the wizarding world and finally told him where he could most likely get enough money to support him and find a place to stay. He was glad that the goblins didn't give him any trouble about his status especially after the heir rites ritual.
After he had gone through the ritual he located a small home that had been willed to his parents and in turn to him. It was in Kingswood Forest that borderd Essex it was isolated so he could transform in peace. Kayla had told him that the further away from society he was the better it would be for the first transformation.
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When the night came for is first transformation Harry didn't fight what was to come. He may have just been eight years old but he understood a lot. He wasn't the smartest kid in his class for nothing. He had read every book he could get on the transformation. And he had a guess that the transformation probably wouldn't hurt as much if he just let it happen.
But it didn't happen the way he had thought it would. Instead of transforming at night when the moon was out he transformed at midday and he hadn't realized he was changing at the time. Harry had been taking a nap when it had occurred. He had woken up because he became hungry and fell off the bed in his haste to eat. Getting used to walking on four legs instead of his usual two wasn't so hard but he was still hungry.
Harry thought that it might be best if he let the wolf's hunting instincts help him in getting fed. Turns out that wasn't such a bad idea though it would seem differently to the casual observer. The instincts didn't overwhelm him and it became increasingly easier to hunt as the day wore on. By midnight Harry was once again walking on two legs but the urge to hunt was still with him and so that is what he did. That night he learned of his vampirism.
Of course it took him a few months to actually understand what had happened that night but it wasn't a huge revelation for him. Those first few months of getting used to everything took its toll on him in that he slept like the dead and he had slight dark circles under his eyes. But all in all it was better then staying with his 'family'.
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TBC
A/N: So do I get any cookie's? Grimm.