Girl Problems
1991 Tibet
Harry was upside down, supported by one hand on a tall thin wooden pole. His remaining arm and legs were spread out at odd angles keeping him balanced as he stayed as still as a statue. His eyes were closed and his breathing deep and steady as if he was asleep or in a trance. Things had changed for him since he had become the Alpha student of the monastery. He had moved up in the pecking order of the pack, the students looked to him for leadership and though he was perfectly content to keep himself to himself it seemed inevitable that he would become a key part of the pack.
After his defeat Patrick had left, after thanking Harry, telling him he had always wanted to travel, but because of his status had never been allowed to. He had handed Harry a necklace and left. The necklace was a tooth from Patrick, it was ingrained with magic, or so Taiphis told Harry, all Harry would have to do it bite it in half and Patrick would come running to help, as was his duty as a lower pack member. Harry didn't understand all the technicalities, but he understood enough that Patrick had declared his alliance with Harry if Harry ever needed him.
Harry had excelled everyone's expectations. He was what legend called a Night Wolf; it was an ancient legend among magical beings, werewolves in particular. It dated back to before the Romans, telling of the wolf that owned the night, with fur so dark it could become one with shadows, with eyes so full of nobility and pureness that it could tell the colour of someone's soul and magic. It was the protector of the wilderness and the knight of magical and non-magical creatures. It was a god among the wolves with powers that Harry couldn't even begin to harness as all records had been lost and the powers it did have and said to have been totally different things.
Yes Harry could read someone's magic and see stains of evil on their souls, his hackles rose in the presence of someone who meant him or others harm, he could almost become invisible when standing in the shadows with inly to pin pricks of emerald light showing any hint of where he was. He could cloak himself in them, hiding his face within a solid mass of shadow. He could not as legends said create pathways and walk between destinations using the shadows, nor could he use them as a weapon, he had teeth and claws for that, with the strength that would rival an adolescent Hungarian Horntail.
He and Master Taiphis were feeling that he would soon be ready to leave the Monastery he had called home for three years, just as soon as he had either be defeated so there would be a new Alpha or once he reached Master status. But Master Status could only be reached by performing a deed of bravery or a service to another Master who had the power to declare him a Master also. And it was in November of 1991 that he got his chance to claim the title.
As he was on that post, the blood rushing to his head he could feel the tension building within his familiar who led at the base of the ten foot pole. Morag was a breed of thought to be extinct wolf known as Dire Wolf. Harry had found the abandoned cub cornered by an Acromantula while running through the woods at the base of the mountain. Harry had saved the young cub that had from that moment followed Harry around like a bad scent to a skunk. The wolf now a year and a few months older than when Harry had first met the wolf was the size of a spaniel, but would eventually grow to the size of a dog rivalling a Shetland pony with the build of a Rottweiler mixed with German Shepard.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he heard Morag give a small growl and rise to her feet. Master Taiphis was approaching. Harry nodded to the Master who watched as Harry controlled himself as his legs fell from where they were to leaning on the pole, his hands clutching the small groves in the top of the pole, then using it like a fireman's pole slid to the bottom. He bowed his head in respect to the old werewolf who nodded back.
"Master." Harry spoke.
"Mr Black. How are you?" Master Taiphis asked politely, though with a hint of pride in his voice. Harry was one of his prize pupils; he had risen above the man's expectations until he was the Alpha of the students. Harry had earned both the respect and fear that came with the title of the Alpha amongst students.
"I'm fine, Sir, and you? I take it this is not just a general inquiry to my health." Harry smiled. He had learned negotiation as it was a large part of pack life, especially when interacting with other packs; he could now play word games with the best of them.
"No, I'm afraid not. I have a task of you, one that might very well earn you your Masters title." Taiphis told the boy. "I decided to offer you first as you position within the school and your need to experience life outside the school."
"Thank you, Sir. What is the task?" Harry asked, though inside he was jumping for joy, even though he appeared reserved and controlled inside he would always be the Marauder that Sirius and Remus had raised.
"Harry, as you may or may not know before I married Giselle, I was married to another. Patrick's mother." This was news to Harry but he nodded showing he understood. "AS well as Patrick we also had another child, my daughter Lana. I kept her away from here so she and Giselle would not clash competing for the place of Alpha female. It is now unavoidable as her mother; my ex-wife has now passed. With no other family Lana needs to come here as there is no other place she can learn to control her beast inside. She is arriving at a village two days south of here. I need you to go and meet her and escort her here safely." He put his hands of Harry's shoulders; I'm trusting you with this Young Wolf. No one apart from myself and the Masters know this mountain and surrounding forests like you do."
"Will you do this for me?" the Master asked pleadingly and hopefully.
Harry nodded. "Aye. I'll go meet your daughter and escort her back. Wait-" Harry looked up fleetingly. "One of the days I'm escorting her will be the full moon, has she learnt to control it yet?"
Taiphis shook his head. "No. She is your age but small and not as strong or fast as you. You and Morag should be able to keep her under control if needs be."
"Okay. I will go pack provisions and then leave within the hour."
Taiphis nodded a grateful look on his face. "Thank you, Harry. I will be forever in your debt."
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Harry sat at a bar Morag sitting next to him head on Harry's lap panting, they had ran most of the way with Harry in his Night Wolf form. Harry was nursing a small glass of Brandy shooting aggressive glares at people who stared at him. The reason they were staring was because he was dressing in nothing but ragged jeans and a once white vest. His arm had a tattoo of a moon with a wolf silhouetted howling.
The locals had never seen a boy like Harry. Under fifteen, but with a look of survival in his eyes and a large wolf next to him. His bare arms not showing side effect of the cold weather. His hardened bare feet not bleeding or getting scratched as he walked over stones and jagged rocks. He was a boy of the elements and the people living at the base of the legendary mountain range knew he was a boy of the wild.
Harry's eyes scanned the room, searching furtively for a group matching the description that Master Taiphis had given him. A group of men undoubtedly werewolves travelling with a young girl Harry age who had blonde hair and a slightly Asian look about her. He saw them on his second sweep of the room, he had not noticed them before as they were hidden in the shadows and they were sat next to an incense burner to mask their scents of wolf. Sneaky.
Harry got to his feet and whistled quietly, letting Morag know they were on the move. He picked up the back pack he had placed on the floor and made his way over. The group noticed him as he drew closer, the girl looking prepared to run and the men's arms going under their coats to grip, what Harry was sure, either guns or blades. He nodded, showing his empty hand to them, he whispered a sharp "Stay" to Morag, who sat down, but watched warily as her master approached the strange unknown pack.
"Master Taiphis sent me." Harry spoke. He turned to the girl, "You must be Lana. It is a pleasure to meet you."
One of the men stood up. "You will not speak to the Princess of the Packs." He growled his eyes flashing amber. "Taiphis would not send you a mere boy." Harry noticed he had silver streaks in his hair; he was the Alpha of the group.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "I assure you, I am perfectly capable of looking after myself and others. And me and the Princess will be travelling together for two maybe three days, you expect us not to talk?"
"How dare you." The man pushed away the stool he was sat on causing it to topple and he advanced on Harry. He drew his hand back and in an instant there was a knife going through his hand. He screamed in pain and bent double, trying to pull the blade out and stem the bleeding.
Harry moved quickly, spinning and pulling a wooden chair from a nearby table, he lifted it and smacked the werewolf in the face, causing him to fly backwards and land on his back. Harry then marched towards him and pulled his silver laced knife from a sheaf on his thigh. He bent and pushed the blade to the man's throat, the skin smoking and blistering as the silver made contact, the werewolf whimpered pitifully.
"Next time," Harry snarled quietly so only the wolves in the room could hear. "It will be a silver knife and it won't be your hand, it will be your heart. You underestimated me, that means others will as well." The man passed out from fear.
One of the other men started applauding then the others, the girl just sat. Harry stood up, snapping out of the trance he had gone into while angered. Looking around he noticed everyone else in the bar had left, including the barman.
The man who had begun smirked. "Taiphis told us he would send his best student, to take Orph down like that you would have to be." He grinned. "He is the Alpha of the novice pack where we come from, people don't like him much, and they will be pleased when we tell them of his defeat."
"Thanks." Harry said. He picked up Orph's now vacated stool and sat down, whistling to Morag who had just squatted and peed on Orph's prone body to the amusement of the others. "I'm Harry. Though my friends at the school call me Shadow."
"Then we to will call you shadow, as anyone who takes down Orph demands our respect and earned our friendship and admiration." One of the others said.
"You should not bad mouth your Alpha." All eyes turned towards the only girl in the group. "He is Alpha through natural selection. "He is to be admired and obeyed, not abandoned as soon as some-" she looked at Harry disdainfully. "Boy," she spat out, "gets lucky. You should be ripping this pup limb from limb."
Harry snorted. "Sorry to disappoint you, Love, but round here bar the Masters and your dad, I'm the top wolf here." His lips drew back into a snarl. "He was questioning my authority on my territory, he got what he deserved." He stood and leaned towards the girl, "now as for you, you don't like me, that is obvious, but I have a job to do, all your Dad said was to get you to the Monastery in one piece," he grinned wolfishly. "He didn't say anything about willingly or conscious. Understand Princess? The last word dripped with sarcasm.
"You youn-"
Harry threw his head back. "Young? Listen, Pet, we're the same age. Now make your decision, do you come with me willingly and calmly or do I have to knock you out and carry you there with a Wolfsbane leaf tied to your head to keep you out of it?" Harry held up three fingers. "Three seconds to decide." He dropped a finger. "Two seconds." And another. "One." The men watched incredulously, they knew they should fight this boy for his insults and threats to their Princess, but after seeing what he had done to Orph they weren't so sure. They didn't have to find out what they would of happened if Harry had followed through as amazingly their Princess yielded.
"Fine, I'll come with you."
Harry smirked. "Good." He sat down and chugged Orph's remaining drink. "Isn't this nice now we're getting along?" in the background Orph lifted his head moaned then let his head fall back with a thump onto the floor.
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Harry, Morag and Lana left the village early the next morning after bidding farewell to the small pack that had accompanied her this far. Orph had glared daggers at Harry, but at Harry's smirk and subtle reach for his knife lined with silver the werewolf gulped and retreated, only glaring at Harry, Harry had made and enemy for life.
The edge of the forest at the base of the Mountain was two days on foot, one day navigating the forest; it was then half a day to a day climbing up to the Monastery. That was Harry's guess, though he didn't count on two things, one being the pure stubbornness and bitch like tendencies of Lana and the danger that had been hunting them.
They had been walking for two hours when Harry saw the first sign of anyone, they had been walking through a gorge with snow covered cliffs on each side when the wind changed and a familiar smell drifted past him, his eyes narrowed and he stiffened. His eyes darting everywhere and then the sun made one of its rare appearances and there was a small flash on one of the cliff tops. The flash of light on glass. Harry cursed silently.
"Morag, lead Lana out of here and towards the nearest hiding place you can, I'll find you." Harry told the wolf, he turned to Lana. "Follow Morag, she'll look after you. I won't be long. I need to check something."
"Wh-" Lana began to argue, Harry was gone jumping up the rocky cliff side.
Using his wolfen claws to anchor himself to the edge, Harry levered himself up launching himself up a metre of two at time. Finally he made it to the top. The scent he had caught a whiff of was stronger here. He cast his eyes around there was nothing, catching sight of prints. He moved over to them, boots, large and wide heading into a far off tree line. Harry would not be able to track them there. The prints would not show up and the wind had changed again.
Looking down at a small patch of melted snow he noticed three cigarette butts and a lens cap of binoculars. He picked up a butt and sniffed it. A male, a werewolf and a heavy drinker. It could not be a coincidence someone was hunting them. Transforming quickly he set off in the direction Morag and Lana had gone; they would have to be quicker and more careful as they went. Someone was out to get Taiphis's daughter.
Harry found Morag and Lana in a small clearing in a thicket made out of a large rock. Two trees, one of which was felled and a large prickle bush. The crawled in, pausing in for a moment to give Morag a pat on the head be sat down opposite Lana and stared at the girl. After several minutes he spoke. "Someone's after you." He told her bluntly. "You already knew this. Now you're going to tell me who and why. If I am going to get you to your father in one piece I need to know who and what I am dealing with. "
Lana sat there here head buried into her knees that were pulled up to her chest. He shoulders started shaking and then Harry realised she was crying. He cursed, in English, French and German. Morag looked at him, she too was unsure of what to do. Harry sighed and crawled over to the girl and put her arm around her. She lunged into him, burying her head into his shoulder. Morag whined and muzzled the girls shoulder comfortingly. Finally Harry pulled the girl away from his shoulder and looked into her tear streaked face.
"Look, I know you don't want to talk about it, but what the hell is going on? All your dad said was your mum had died and you needed to come and live with him."
"There is more." Lana told him. "More than even Dad doesn't know about." She said through her deep sniffs and muffled voice as she used her hand to wipe the remaining tears away.
"Tell me." Harry both asked and commanded.
"My mum was mated with another Alpha after Dad left. He had a female child from an earlier mating." Lana started. "His child Jillian was an Alpha female, like me and mum. Mum and I got along because of our familiar ties, but Jillian didn't mix with us very well. She was older, just breeching adulthood and it was clear she wanted to be the Alpha female, she was hostile to us. Challenging both Mum's authority and position in the pack. She also stated since she was the elder out of me and her, she should be named princess and Beta female. Mum beat her in a fair fight, but Jillian is anything but fair.
"Jillian was a bitch, through and through. She used her looks, cunning and attractive body to gather followers within the pack, Mum called her a slut and whore. Jillian slept around constantly with the males, even if they were already mated." Lana sighed. "Finally when she thought she was strong enough she challenged Mum again. She lost, again. But then a month later, Mum was hurt, and then contracted an infection, both of which were suspicious as hell. They got her in the end. She died.
"Because I was next in line, Jillian challenged me next, knowing she would win, as is stated as I was under age I could choose a champion to fight for me, my devoted, the one who was going to be my mate when I was of age. He won, but he was then killed in what was called an accident." She stifled a sob. "The pack members who were still loyal decided I should come to live with my Dad. Have him train me and get me ready so when I am of age I can take back what is rightfully mine."
Harry nodded. "Those that are loyal, they are the ones that were with us yesterday?" Lana nodded. "Do you have any idea who is hunting you and by default me?"
Lana nodded. "There are several potential Alphas in our pack. It would be them for one of two reasons. Either Jillian has told them that the one to kill me would be her mate. Or they want me for themselves and start a pack of their own with me as their Alpha female."
"The first option is not going to happen, but the second?" Harry asked.
"I already have a pack." Lana told him stubbornly. "The pack has always been and will always be my top priority. Even if I didn't agree and the hunter got hold of me, they would force me to mate with them. These are not nice wolves who have become one with themselves like the ones my dad and mum surrounded themselves with. These are vicious killers who will stop at nothing to get what they want be it food, power or mates."
"They would rape you?" Harry questioned.
Lana nodded. "Without a doubt, even if I am under age."
Harry eyes narrowed. "There are two things in this world I can't stand. Murderers and rapists. These ass-munchers are both. You don't know who I am, do you?"
"Harry, what can you do you're just an escort." Lana said, her voice had a hopeless tone about it that tugged at Harry's heart.
"Lana, I'm Harry James Potter. Shadow of the Tibetan Clan and the Boy-Who-Lived. These assholes have you idea of who they are screwing with." He grinned sadistically, it made Lana shudder and then almost feel sorry for the hunters following them…almost.
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Harry ran from tree to tree, Lana just behind him with Morag in front scouting out the territory and warning them of danger they were another day away from the forest that marked the Monastery's territory. Harry had carried Lana over a freezing cold river trying to throw off their trackers. It was getting dark when they found somewhere to camp for the night. It was an old shack, obviously deserted, but still sound.
Harry broke the chain easily enough and they walked in looking around. There was only one room, it had a table, a single chair, a bed and a cabinet. Before they did anything Harry started a small magical smokeless fire in the fireplace, lighting up the otherwise dingy cabin and warming the two preteens up.
Lana walked over to the bed and curled up, Morag curling up at her feet. Harry meanwhile explored the cabin. He drew the rags that passed for curtains and pushed the wooden chair against the door. It wouldn't stop a determined werewolf, but it would make the three occupants aware of an intruder. He then advanced on the cabinet. Picking the old lock he opened it to find a treasure trove. A shot gun, a sword still with a sheath, several bottles of brandy and whisky and a book, along with a box of shells for the shot gun.
Harry picked up the shot gun and admired it a Winchester Model 1901 lever action, he smiled as he loaded it, it hadn't been used in a while so he was sure whoever it belonged to wouldn't mind him borrowing it. Harry had been taught about gun by Padfoot, who had an unhealthy obsession with Muggle vehicles and weapons buying them then charming them for more effective use.
Harry set the gun aside and looked at the sword. He pulled it out, he smiled. It was a type of Chinese sword that Master Taiphis had taught him about on the mountain it was a Dadao. A heavy sword, which without his enhanced magical and Animagus strength Harry would not have been able to lift. He slashed it through the air several times before burying it into the floor of the shack, it cut through the wood like butter, Harry pulled it out and ran his finger over the blade, though dull and blunt it could still cut if enough force was put into a swing.
Harry swung the sheath over his back and using the belt attached he secured it going diagonally across his back. Harry then made his way over to the bed and ripped a long strip of bedding and knotting it he made a makeshift holster for the Winchester, allowing him to pull it from under his arm and fire it within milliseconds if he had to. That along with his silver laced knife Harry was certain he was more than a match for the hunters outside. He threw the knife hard; embedding it deep into the table, there was a satisfying 'thunk' as it bit into the wood.
Harry jumped on to the table and sat there his legs crossed. Concentrating on his breathing he began to meditate, going into the aware trance like state Taiphis had taught him. It substituted sleep and it was easier to wake from prepared for action.
They had been resting for about three hours when Morag woke up and growled. Harry was instantly awake. He climbed off the table and bent his head down to be on level with Morag.
"What is it, gorgeous?"
That's when a girlish high pitched giggle was heard. Lana sat up straight her face pale. Harry looked at her, startled by the sudden movement. "What wrong?"
Lana was about to speak when the singing started.
"Hush little baby don't say a word,
Momma's goin' to buy you a mocking bird,
And if that Mocking bird don't sing
Momma's goin' to buy you a diamond ring."
The singing stopped. "You're Momma can't buy you anything now can she Little Lana? Little Lana's Momma's all gone, sleeping with the angels."
Harry looked at Lana. "Lana who is it?"
Lana's scared eye looked at Harry, they were brimming with tears. "Debbie. Jillian's Beta, her second. She's crazy; I think she's the one that killed Mum."
There was a knock at the door, then a rattle. They weren't trying to get in; they were messing with their heads. The windows began to shake and the howls of laughter and aggression were heard, becoming a mix of human and animal.
"Here's the little Wolf Pup,
See her snout,
Slit her open,
And watch her guts fall out."
Harry growled.
"Come on Lana, I want to what colour your guts are, Love. I want eat your heart and lap at your blood." The woman crooned. "Come and let my boys have their fun, then want to see how tight you are you little tease."
"And people call me fucked in the head." Harry muttered. He pulled Lana to him and hugged her, while shouts of abuse filled the night air. "Those mongrels give werewolves a bad name." he rocked Lana, muttering a deafening spell so she couldn't hear them and so she could sleep."
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The sun had just risen when Harry roused the sleeping girl. She seemed scared to carry on the journey, but finally Harry managed to get her off of the bed, though Morag stayed close to her side. The first surprise was what lay on the door step of the shack. Lana screamed, Morag growled and Harry's eyes narrowed. The heads of Lana's escort their hair tied together. Orph had a note in his mouth. Harry pulled it out and looked at it he scowled and snorted.
He threw it away but not before Lana had seen what it said over Harry's shoulder.
We're coming to take you away ha ha
It was written in a reddish brown ink that Harry could tell was blood. His hand fell to his pockets which were filled with shot gun shells and the bulge in his back pack where the rest of the box was.
Harry stepped carefully, Lana and Morag following him carefully, after the previous night everyone was jumpy, especially. There was no talking and even Morag was making a sound. At the steady pace they were doing they made it to the edge of the forest by night fall. It was the Full Moon so Harry had to find a cave where he and Morag would be able to secure Lana and keep her safe from not only the Hunters but herself.
After an hour of looking Harry found an old mine shaft. There was a heavy metal door with dead bolt lock on the outside. Pulling the door open he was it was a large room, perfect for the young werewolf's transformation. He smiled. "Perfect." He smiled reassuringly at Lana as she and Morag walked in. "Don't Morag will look after you."
"But what about you?" Lana asked worried for him. "There's a hunting group of werewolves out there."
Harry smiled, pulling the shot gun from his shoulder and in his best Elmer Fudd voice said "I'm hunting wabbits. Ok werewolves but Bugs Bunny is probably more intelligent that these guys."
Harry closed the door and locked it, placing a mild glamour on it to hide it from the werewolves; he could do nothing to hide the scent though. He slipped from the mine shaft and climbed a tree he perched on one of the lowest branches and let out a mournful howl. He did not need to do this alone. He was a Night Wolf; he lorded over this time and the creatures that roamed during it. He howled again his head tilted the howl resonating throughout the forest.
Harry lowered his head and waited finally there was a series of howls answering him, all of which he recognised, they were the members of the wild pack that roamed the forest, the pack Morag had come from. Their howls got closer and closer, reassuring him that if anything went down he would have back up. He lowered himself back down to the forest floor. Standing amid the wolves he barked out orders, and though he couldn't talk to them, he could let them know about possible intruders. The wolves barked and howled rushing off into the night.
Harry himself ran off into the woods towards the edge of the woods, occasionally inhaling for the smell of the tobacco he had found or the smell of werewolves. He didn't find the wolves but he hound a clearing which had packs of clothes and supplies shoved into them as well as photos of Lana. He sniffed and found the pack reeked of werewolves. He smirked and gathered them up and took them towards where he knew a river to be. Once there he threw them in. he smirked, these trackers were dumb, even the youngest wolf at the Monastery knew to hide his or her things before they transformed, that way they couldn't be used in a trap or stolen.
Tracing his way back to where he found the packs he sniffed around finally picking up a trail leading towards the mineshaft he had left Lana and Morag in. he'd like to see a werewolf trying to unlock a deadbolt. He followed the track keeping to the shadows. Finally he saw them. There were three of them, feasting on a downed stag. Two males and a female. He growled softly.
He fell to the floor softly landing on a patch of moss to quiet his landing. He stalked forwards, his hand playing with the walnut handle of his knife. He was two metres behind them when he spoke loudly.
"Hey there puppies, you done with dinner yet?"
All heads turned towards Harry, who grinned and brought up the Winchester. The first werewolf lunged, a young potential Alpha. He smelt of tobacco smoke and Harry knew that this had been the werewolf that had been watching that day in the small ravine. Harry squeezed the trigger. Now anyone who thinks that only silver or Wolfsbane can kill a werewolf has never seen the effect of a scatter gun at close range on a werewolf's head. The wolf fell at Harry's feet, the head jaw up missing.
Harry cranked the lever ejecting the shell. He smiled at the other wolves, which looked at their downed comrade in confusion and anger, turning their heads to Harry vengeance was evident in their eyes.
"Next." He said calmly. The second werewolf lunged. Harry squeezed the trigger, there was a click. "shit." Harry cursed, he realised that a gun that hadn't had basic maintenance done to it would jam easily. He rolled out of the way from the werewolf's pounce, turning to swing the butt of the gun catching the werewolf's chin. Harry smiled as the tongue of the creature was spat out along with a torrent of blood. Harry's blow had caused the wolf to bite clear though its own tongue.
The wolf squealed in pain, trying to scratch at its mouth, only squealing and whimpering louder when its paws came into contact with the stump that was all reaming of its tongue. The female jumped, Harry swing the butt again, this time slamming it into the chest off the female, Harry fell backwards, the gun and his momentum throwing the she wolf over his head. The gun from Harry hand, clattering to the floor, only to go off as the tongue- less wolf stepped on it, blowing its own paw off in the process.
The wolf howled in agony. Lana must have heard from her mineshaft as there was a muffled howl in response. Harry watched, scrambling to his feet as the female pricked her ears at Lana's howl and took off in the direction it had come from.
Harry hurried to his feet, pulling his knife from his belt he yanked the injured wolf's head back and drew a thin line across its throat with the blade, cutting it from ear to ear. It was dead before it hit the floor. Harry ran towards the mine shaft, praying that the she-wolf hadn't found it yet.
Harry took off quickly, running as fast as possible. Jumping over tree trunks, downed trees and small bushes. A group of yak ran away as he moved past them, startled by the sudden movement.
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The werewolf known as Debbie ran towards where she had heard the howl of her target. Even in her wolfen form she knew that the wolf that had let out that howl was needed dead. She finally saw the entrance to a cave; she made for it, not noticing the small half naked boy running at her from her left. She did notice the boy's bony shoulder slamming up into her soft side, throwing her off a little, but she kept her footing as she turned, snarling on the young boy, who to her surprise didn't run. Then she knew why.
This was the boy who had killed one of her mates and injured and probably killed the other. She felt a tinge of fear run through her as she watched him draw a sword from a sheath on his back. He twirled it in a circle the stood in a fighting stance, her eyes met his. It was clear that he was challenging her.
She snarled. Then backed down, turning as she ran back into the under growth. Behind her she heard a snarl which turned into a howl, then an animalistic voice surrounded her, terrifying her, she ran faster her tail between her legs.
"RUN, BITCH, RUN!"
And she did. She ran until she broke the treeline, she swore she would kill this scary boy, as soon as she had the force to.
Back in the clearing Harry smirked as he twirled his sword again and slid it into its sheath. He knew that the she wolf would come back to finish the job, and he knew he would have to be ready when she came, it didn't matter if she was human or wolf. She was a rabid animal, and rabid animals needed to be put down.
A/N: Hope you're enjoying this so far. Don't worry June will be in the next chapter. I'm working on this and Harry Potter: Squib Genius, both stories I enjoy writing so read and review both. A warning to those who liked the original story of Harry Potter: Superhero there are going to be some radical changes. Tell me what you think I should change from the original. Thanks a lot.