Bigger You Are, the Harder You Fall
Harry flew backwards, colliding with a small rock, the wind knocked out of him he fell to the ground, dry heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He knew it had been a mistake to let the She-Wolf go, one which had come back to bite him in the ass. He spat out a glob of blood mixed with vomit. He glared up into the face of the large muscular colossus of a man that towered over him. Scars, tattoos and a few piercings littered the man's boulder of a body.
Harry tried to rise to his feet, only to have the man push him to the floor, Harry fell back, clutching his ribs. Harry was in an awful state, his right eye was blood shot with the flesh around it swollen to obscene proportions, his nose was surely broken and a scar ran over his left eye, missing from perforating the eyeball by millimetres. He had a canine missing, his right shoulder was dislocated and the arm attached broken in various places. The knuckles of both hands were raw and bloody and his torso was a mess of bruises, cuts and three broken ribs, one of which had torn through the skin. There was a hole in the left side of his lower gut, blood running from it freely, staining the snow around him a ruby red.
He opened his eyes warily just in time to see a Doc Martin clad foot stomp on his face with enough force to knock out a horse. After than nothing but black.
*Flash back*
Harry, Lana and Morag had just reached the base of the mountain when Harry declared they were going to set up camp and set to work climbing to the monastery in the morning. They had crawled into a little rocky cave that widened out enough inside for all three to sleep comfortable. Morag had curled up at the back, Lana leaning against the wolf. Harry was leant against the icy rock wall, his all his weapons but his silver laced knife put to one side.
Harry took a sip of water from his canteen and sighed. He knew he had made several mistakes over the last twenty four hours. The first was relying on a weapon he had not checked and tested himself in a secure environment. The second was letting his ego get too big. He had let the lead bitch get away, and he knew he was going to live to regret it, he could feel it in his bones. He groaned as he flipped his knife around in his hand, he flipped it again catching the handle and pushing down hard, burying the blade into the hard earth of the cave floor.
He listened as Lana's breath became slow, steady and deep. After the night before the girl needed some sleep. She had after all spent the entire night wrestling with Morag in wolfen form and then Harry had dragged her hurriedly along through the forest, thankfully not encountering any of the creatures Harry knew hid in the dark.
Harry dozed on and off until just before dawn, when Morag's head went up alert and gave a small growl. Harry was immediately awake and alert, his knife in his hand. He had stood up cautiously, shushing his faithful wolf before stalking towards the entrance of the cave. He stepped out sniffing the air and that was when the train sized alpha had struck. The second Harry was out of the cave the beast had charged. The forced picked Harry up and threw him, smashing his arm against the entrance to the cave, dislocating the shoulder painfully.
He landed in a heap clutching his arm, willing his eyes to stop watering, he was an Alpha and he would not cry, not in front of an enemy. He stood, his eyes scanning the area for his knife, it lay there innocently glinting in the moonlight, it was barely five metres away, but between him and it was a towering figure of muscle.
He growled deep down and charged, though he knew he was severely out matched.
*End Flashback*
"Are you done, Little Boy?" the hulking mass said, a thick Russian accent evident. "I do not normally kill child, but you annoy my mate, for this you die."
Harry backed away fear now evident. He crawled back on his hands, never taking his eyes off of the Russian giant. "P-Please don't."
A rumble of laughter followed. "You are funny, little boy. If you weren't such pain I would keep you as pet. I like children."
"W-what?" Harry stammered. "You like children?"
"Yes, you are so beautiful with small breakable bodies." The Russian replied, leering at Harry, who had backed away until he had his back to the rock near the cave entrance.
Inside he could see Lana cowering, Morag standing protectively in front of her. It was then Harry felt cold metal under his hand. He glanced down and grinned. He had his had around his knife. Confidence soared through him.
The Russian looked down puzzled, as he prey's face went from small and terrified to feral and confident. The Russian advanced, and then Harry struck. He threw the knife. Lodging it in the Russians beefy shoulder. The Russian pulled it out screaming in pain, and blood sprayed out. The flesh around the wound bubbled and blistered, smoke wafting off of the cut and the acrid smell of burning flesh invaded Harry's nostrils. He barrelled into the Russian, cutting and slicing everywhere he could reach.
"MORAG, TAKE LANA TO TAIPHIS, HOME, GIRL, HOME. LANA, FOLLOW MORAG!"
The two bolted from the cave, running into the woods up the mountain towards the Monastery. Harry glanced back to the Russian who was trying to lick his wounds; obviously even in human form his instincts told him to clean the wounds. Harry walked to a tree and threw his shoulder against it. Putting it back into its socket. He still had a broken arm and various cracked ribs, but seeing the damage done to the Russian made the small boy feel slightly better. Harry charged with the knife and started slashing.
The Russian screamed in pain, clawing at the cut burnt skin. He back handed Harry away. The boy went sprawling to the floor. Crawling towards the entrance to the cave. Darting in he pulled the weapons he had left inside to him. Then ran, ducking the frantically spinning arms of the Russian.
Harry jumped over fallen trees and rocks beat his way through bushes, finally he stopped he had come to a cliff that over looked a valley between two mountains. He leaned against a tree panting, trying to ignore the blunt stinging pain that shot up and down his broken arm. He pulled his belt from around his waist and used it to make a makeshift sling, supporting his arm and dulling a small amount of pain.
"Come out come out where ever you are, little boy." The Russian accent sent a small amount of terror through Harry, he clutched his knife desperately.
Then he burst from the undergrowth. A mass of several bears behind him, his skin looking infected and raw. He had a feral animalistic snarl on his face. Harry pushed himself into a tree, edging his way around it as the Russian sniffed around. The Russian walked towards the edge of the cliff, Harry growled, and then ran.
The Russian turned in surprise as his prey ran at him. He watched in horror and amazement as the boy jumped turning into a wolf during the jump. It landed snarling, saliva dripping down its jaws. It favoured one from paw, but that didn't stop the Russian feel the warm trickle of urine run down his leg. Stupid as he was even he recognised the animal from legend. The beast howled, the Russian had heard werewolves howling and this was nothing like that. This was low, sorrowful, angry, beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"Please, don't. I didn't know." He pleaded as the prey turned predator stalked towards him. It was then he saw behind the large wolfs shadow emerging. Wolves of every breed and colour walked from the woods, looking at him as if he were a steak. Their eyes darting from their Alpha to their prey, who was bawling like a baby, preying in his native language.
The large wolf growled and barked, then turned away watching as the other wolves charged ripping into the muscular flesh of the Russian, whose screaming resonated around the mountains for several minutes after, the werewolf dexterity revealing the disadvantages it brought with it.
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Lana and Morag were running, they could hear screams and howls coming from behind them, from Harry and his goliath sized opponent. Lana tried to go back more than once, but Morag gently gripped the girl's clothes and pulled in the direction of the Monastery. Lana reluctantly followed leaving Harry to fight for her.
Morag was leading Lana up a flight of stairs craved into the rock when the wolf stopped dead a growled. Lana froze, her eyes darting around her, then from a crevice in the rock stepped three werewolves. Two of them were Jillian and the other was Debbie, the other Lana recognised vaguely.
"Hark! Hark! The wolves to bark,
Lana left the town in rags,
But she's going to end up in a bag
With a ickle toe tag." Debbie sang in her hysterical sing song voice.
"You thought you were safe running to Daddy?" Jillian snarled, her power hungry eyes roaming Lana's terrified face. "You know the rules of the pack; to truly run the pack I must kill you."
"Please, don't kill me, I'll never come back." Lana begged, tears rolling down her face.
Jillian smirked. "You say that now, but how do I know if I spare you that you won't come and hunt for me? Seek vengeance against me."
Morag meanwhile had had enough and lunged as the trio. The woman Lana did not recognised stepped forwards and slammed her hand down into the wolf's face, knocking Harry's companion unconscious. She tried to get to her feet but she stumbled and fell, Lana watched as her protector's eyes closed as the wolf slumped into unconsciousness.
They stopped dead as a mournful howl made itself heard around the valley. The three stopped dead as they advanced towards Lana.
"What was that?" Jillian asked. The other two looked back with black faces. There was then a loud scream of pain. Jillian's eyes went wide. "Sergei." Jillian looked at Debbie. "Who was guarding her besides the boy?"
Debbie shook her head. "No one, nothing, just the boy and his pet. Only reason he beat the others was because he had a gun. You know as well as I do no gun could kill Sergei. Silver or not."
Jillian nodded. "Deli, go see what's going on. We'll meet at the site; I need two witnesses for the ceremony where I kill this bitch."
Deli hesitated momentarily then made her way down the steps, though she looked nervous.
Jillian nodded to Debbie, who snatched Lana's hair and started dragging the girl down the steps, following where Deli had gone seconds before.
It felt like she had been dragged for miles when they finally walked into a clearing with three tents and a small fire. Debbie dragged Lana into one and used what looked like nylon cord to tie the girl's legs and arms. Debbie sniffed the girl, who winced away from the girl. "You smell good. A real treat.
Trick or treat trick or treat,
Give me something good to eat
A great big slab of Lana meat.
"y'know Jillie said I couldn't kill you. She said nothing about having a little fun." Debbie's hands drifted over Lana's developing breasts and slowly made their way down. Debbie smiled at Lana's horrified face and she licked the girl's cheek. Something in Lana snapped.
Lana lashed round, catching Debbie's tongue between her teeth and biting down hard, severing the tongue cleanly from the woman's mouth. She spat out the lump of meat into Debbie's face, as Lana savoured the moans of agony coming from Debbie and the taste of blood, she smiled. "At least now I don't have to put up with your fucked up singing you warped perverted bitch."
"What's go- WHAT THE FUCK?" Jillian walked in and noticed Debbie on the floor, blood spilling from her mouth, and then she looked at Lana who had a trickle of blood running down her cheek and jaw. Jillian back handed Lana, who fell to the floor out for the count and ran to Debbie, cradling the insane woman's head in her hands. "Come on baby. It's okay."
That was when there was a terrified woman's scream. Jillian's sensitive ears recognised it as Deli's. She was starting to get worried. She glared down at the unconscious Lana. The little bitch was more trouble than she was worth.
There was a mournful howl; one that Jillian, even in human form recognised the howl that told the other members of a pack about a fresh kill. It was certain that Deli was dead. Then there was a child's laughter, echoing around the camp.
"Little pigs, little pigs.
Let me come in?"
Jillian found it strange and disturbing when Debbie sang horrific children rhymes, it sounded all the more sinister when it came from the mouth of one, but still held all the intent of murder. She rocked as she held her pack member, her sister in all but blood, her beta and her occasional lover. She gently pulled a blanket under Debbie's head as Jillian crawled towards the entrance to the tent. She stopped dead. There standing silhouetted against the campfire was the boy who had been giving her trouble.
His arm was in a sling; a handle of a knife protruded from the waist line of his jeans and on his back was a sword and shot gun. There was a cold look in his eyes. Surrounding him were a dozen wolves, they had blood around their muzzles and one even had a severed forearm clamped in its jaws.
"You must be Jillian?" he questioned. His voice was cold and humourless. "You know all about pack structure? You know about the loyalty that is held to the Alpha? You know about territory rites?" She nodded. "This is my pack, I'm Alpha and from the village to the Monastery is my pack's territory. You're trespassing. You've kidnapped a member of my pack and wounded another. You're lucky I'm not killing you right now, like me and my pack did to the others, I'm giving you one chance, one chance to leave. One-"
"Fruph orff."
Harry turned to look behind Jillian. There was Debbie; she had Lana by the throat. Blood was pouring from Debbie's mouth. Harry reacted on instinct on seeing his charge in danger; he pulled his knife from his waistline and threw it. It embedded itself hard into Debbie's chest, piercing her heart. She was dead in second, letting go of Lana. He stepped forwards. "Run Jillian. And hope that when, not if, when Lana is older that she is merciful when she hunts you down to claim her pack back."
Jillian turned and ran. Harry looked down at the wolves. "Follow her. If she stops running before the village she yours."
The wolves barked and ran in the direction Jillian had just run from. Harry turned to Lana, just as the girl fell to her knees sobbing. Harry bent and held her as she cried into his shoulder.
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When Lana awoke she was lying on a soft bed, the soft glow of fire light lit the room in a soothing caress and so sound was heard but the crackling and popping of the fire. She felt a weight at the end of her bed and saw Morag gazing protectively at her. She pushed herself up so she was leaning against the wall at the head of her bed. All her wounds had been healed and she felt safe and secure in her new environment. Her slightly improved sense of smell could detect the smell of not only other werewolves, but of Harry and her own father.
He eyes roamed the room. It was simple and plain. A large fire at the end a small closet in one corner with a desk and chair. Around her were nine other beds. The smell if disinfectant lingered in the air. It was clear she was in an infirmary of some sort.
Suddenly a sliding door opened and a young woman walked in. Lana was immediately on edge, she could tell this woman was an Alpha female. She was blonde, slim but muscular looking. A perfect femme fatal. The woman smiled.
"Good, you're awake." She said, pleasantly. "I'm Giselle, your father's mate, so that would technically make me your step-mother." She walked over and took hold of Lana's wrist, checking her pulse, once she was happy she smiled. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother. I met her once, she was a good woman."
"Y-you don't mind me being here?" Lana stammered.
Giselle laughed a musical sound that filled Lana with warmth. "No dear. I know you don't want to take over this pack and that you have your own people to take lead over once we have you trained up a little."
"I thought Alpha females hated other alpha females." Lana said.
"No. if I hated every Alpha female that walked into this building it wouldn't be a very girl friendly place. You're safe here; this is a sanctuary with anyone with an inner animal. Not just werewolves, but people who have trouble controlling their inner beast. Much like your friend Harry."
"Is he okay?" Lana asked, remembering all that had happened to the boy.
Giselle giggled. "Nothing can keep Harry down for long. He's repairing and testing the weapons he found. He's very quiet though, and he sent Morag to look after you, you can tell he's concerned about you." She smiled. "He's the Alpha Male among the students, much like I suspect you will become the Alpha female."
"What about his arm though?" Lana asked.
"Healed it himself. He is wary of coming in here, he complains too much, he does not like to be cooped up, but wants to run free. He is a wild one that boy. I had him in here once. I had to chain him to the bed to prevent him from leaving." Giselle smiled. "You were his final test. Tomorrow will be his presentation. He will name a new Alpha Male and then he will leave. He has a destiny far greater than any other here."
"He won't be staying?" Lana queried her face dropping.
Giselle laughed. "Ah, the wolf inside you howls for the strongest mate. All the girls here have been trying to get Harry to fall to their affections. He won't though; he's too focused to be distracted by a little thing like girls and sex." Lana blushed. "Though, it's entertaining to watch girls five or six years older than him trying to win his heart, I doubt he even realises its happening.
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Harry stood on a small platform with Master Taiphis. The entire population of the Monastery were gathered in front of him. The pack with them, and Sirius, Remus and the Twins at the back. Harry wore a black pair of dress pants, a black tunic and a black wolf hide cloak. Crossed on his back were the newly updated, repaired and enchanted sword and Winchester shot gun. On his thigh was a white leather sheath that held his silver laced knife. He was standing proud as Taiphis walked forwards.
"Harry, you have gone from Novice, to Alpha and then to Master in only two years. You have fought and triumphed many challenges. I am pleased to declare you Master and free to roam. You will always have a place here." He put out his hand, Harry clasped it and they bowed. "I present you with the emblem of the pack, may you wear if with pride under the light of the moon. "
"Thank you master." Harry took the silk cloth and unfolded it revealing a patch which bore a wolf head looming over a human head. He took it and placed it over his heart. He drew his wand and placed a sticking charm on it. Securing it to his tunic. "I will wear it with honour."
"Good boy, Harry." Taiphis stepped back. He lifted his head and howled. The students joined in, and then the pack members, then Remus, Sirius transformed and joined in, Harry then threw his head back and let out the loudest howl. The villagers in the Valley looked towards the mountain in fear, as the howls resonated and echoed around the valley carrying on the air.
Several miles beyond that a woman wrapped her cloak around her and gazed in fear towards the mountain. She trembled as she remembered the wolf boy who had bested her and her best warriors. Jillian swore revenge against him; she would be ready next time.
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"I don't want you to go." Harry staggered back as the girl latched onto him. He felt tears leaking on to his tunic. "Stay here with me Harry. Please."
Harry sighed as he pried Lana away from him. "I have things to do. So do you. I've got to leave. If you ever need help don't hesitate to send me an owl. I'll be there in seconds promise." He kissed her gently on the cheek, brushing away her tears with the pad of his thumb. "I'll come and visit, I've already promised your dad I will."
He hugged her. "I'll see you around Lana. You're going to love it here, if anyone gives you trouble let them know you have my address." He winked and turned walking towards Sirius, Remus, Lina and Gina who were waiting patiently for him to finish his good byes.
Finally he reached them and they pulled him into a warm hug. "I've missed you guys." He muttered into their chests.
Sirius smiled. "Wish we could say the same pup, but we've just dropped you off at Kings Cross for your second year at Hogwarts." Sirius told him.
Harry backed away. "W-what?"
Sirius grinned. "We have a birthday present for you." He reached into his pocket and held up a chain with a small hour glass attached. "This is a yearly time turner. It goes back in years and months not days and hours. We bought it so you can have two or three more years of training before you go to Hogwarts."
"I'm confused." Harry muttered, rubbing his head.
Lina ruffled his hair. "Don't worry; time travel is confusing to everyone involved. Your other self tried making time lines, but he gave up trying to understand. Let's just say according to our calculations there are currently three Harry Potter's in the world. You, you at Hogwarts and you in Spain, but he's about to go back to start his first year.
"What?" Harry squeaked in a panicked voice. "There's three of me running around?"
"Yep." Sirius grinned. "Imagine the pranking possibilities."
"Basically, Harry," Remus said glaring at Sirius. "Tomorrow you go back in time and meet up with us after we dropped you with Taiphis. You stay with us till ninety two, and then we all go back to nineteen ninety in time to drop you off at school. As Lina said, it's easier if you don't think about it, but I already know you will, because you already did."
"What?" Harry asked, his brain was going around in circles.
"He told you not to think about it, because you've already thought about it and because we've seen you already think about it, we don't want you to think about it again, because it's confusing to think about it, but now we've told you not to think about it you're going to think about it just like we already saw you think about it." Sirius told a now very confused Harry. "See this is what you get when you think about it."
"Deh?" Harry said dumbly.
"See, Remus, he's already thinking about thinking about it even though I told him not to think about it because he thought about it- OW" Gina slapped Sirius around the head, shutting him up effectively as he gazed at her with reproachful puppy dog eyes.
"So tomorrow I'm going back in time to see the Sirius and Remus I left behind in New York?" Harry summarized.
"Exactly." Remus told him. "See, he gets it."
"I'm taking it one step at a time and going with the flow." Harry explained.
"Ah ok." Remus grinned. "Well I think it's time we went home." They turned to leave when a whine stopped them.
They all turned back to see Morag looking at Harr mournfully. Sirius sighed. "Come on Morag, you're coming to." He grinned at Harry's face. "That wolf is brilliant, some of the stuff you get up to in the future."
"Shush." Gina scolded him. "No spoilers for him."
"Yes dear." Sirius muttered looking at his feet.
They turned to leave again when there was a shout. "Harry."
Harry turned to see Gideon. "Hey Master."
"Shut it, you're a Master as well." Gideon reminded Harry. "I just wanted to ask if you see my sister and her family, try and look after them. They don't need any more losses."
"I will, Gideon, even if they are as far up Dumbledore's ass as you say they are." Harry grinned. "Think about coming to join the fighting."
Gideon nodded. "I will. You put out the call the whole pack will heed it, you're one of us now Harry." He clasped forearms with Harry, grinned and winked at Sirius and Remus. "Hey Black, Lupin." Then walked off.
Sirius blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Was that?"
"Yep." Harry grinned leading the group out of the Monastery.
Behind them Lana watched as her hero and champion left. She swore he would be her mate; he would be the father to her children. And she watched as he and his companions were there one second and gone the next. She smiled as she and she alone saw some of the challenges that awaited her saviour.
A/N: yes I know I Promised you June but wait one more chapter, I swear she will make and appearance. Tell me what you think? Good? Bad? Ugly? i'm not very happy with past of the end of this chapter but oh well. and for a picture of what i imagined the Russian to look like imagine the Russian from the Punisher with a few changes and a few years of steriods.
R & R thanks.