Howl, Harry
Chapter One
Harry drew the knife along his arm, hissing in a mix of pain and relief. The curtains swayed in the breeze and after allowing a bit of his blood to flow, he muttered a healing spell, running his fingers along the pale scar he reopened every night as he looked out the window.
He knew they were coming. He could feel the Death Eaters approaching Hogwarts. He knew the Order was in Hogsmeade, slowly falling back. He knew that the wards would only hold for a few days. His dark green eyes slid over the grounds of Hogwarts. They were peaceful.
Nothing that was peaceful in his life ever lasted long.
He knew that Hunters would be among the Death Eaters. He didn't have the heart to call on his kind to help. He didn't want to. He was ready to die if he needed to. He'd be with his parents and Sirius again.
Sirius.
More proof that he was never to be happy. Not like the others.
He was dying. He knew it. He was destined to. He wasn't going to give Voldemort the pleasure of being the only thing to kill him. Loss of blood. Starvation. The Killing Curse. They'd all be the end of him.
And he was happy.