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: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else belongs to Jo Rowling and Warner Brothers.

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He had been staring out the window of his room for the past few hours trying to decide on what he should do about the letter he'd received. It had been addressed to Harry Potter, but he no longer went by that name. No he was Alexander Omar Robertson; Alex for short. After getting used to everything new about him he had decided that a change of name would help him adjust to everything that was new about him. And thus Alex was born.

But as to the letter he couldn't decide if he wanted to attend this Hogwarts School. It was to easy to go to this school he decided. After all why would he need to go? They wanted 'Harry' and he had died that night three years ago. Besides he was happy learning from his friends who lived part time in the woods and reading up on the things they didn't know himself. He was a smart kid after all he could learn things on his own.

So it was decided he would not go to Hogwarts. He would stay and learn from his friends and just have fun.

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Tissy knew that there was something her master didn't like about the letter that had come to the house. She knew and was relieved when he shook his head and mumbled that he wasn't going anywhere. She had been here at the small house since her little master had met her former master three years ago.

Her former master had decided that her little master would need her more. So she had bonded to Master Alex and like a good house elf had made herself very useful. And like all house elves she could feel what her little master was feeling. But she was secure in the knowledge that her little master wasn't going to leave her and the two in the forest behind anytime soon.

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Alex was sure that Tissy would have supper done soon but he wanted to finish the last bit of the book he was reading. It was quite good. A muggle novel by a woman named after a car, muggles were odd he decided. It was about a gryphon named Skan and the war he was fighting in. The way the author made the gryphon act and sound, Alex was sure that if he were real they would get along famously.

"Little Master. Dinner is being ready." Having heard the short popping sound that announced her arrival Alex had put his bookmark between the pages to hold his place. Rising slowly so he could stretch the muscles so they wouldn't cramp he asked about his friends in the forest. He wanted to know if they were going to join him for dinner.

"No Little Master. They is being hunting for fresh meat." He nodded and continued his walk toward the breakfast nook where he ate all the time. It was just more comfortable there then the larger dinning room.

His appetite hadn't changed much over the years. He still craved raw meat like a normal werewolf and fresh blood like a normal vampire. The only thing that was different was that he only craved those around his birthday and every full moon. which he had thought was odd at first but now it was just normal for him.

His friends had assured him that he was as normal as he was going to get. Because he was the first of his kind. And that if anything it was his descendants that would probably be abnormal as things changed for them.

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TBC

A/N: So tell me what you think. That means Please Review. Thanks. In the mext one I'm going to introduce you to Harry/Alex' friends. -Grimm.