Four Years Later

Harry shaded his eyes as he looked up at the clear blue sky. His thoughts still on that night that they had run from their shelter and just barely escaping the wizards that had come down upon the house like a pack of vultures. They had run for three days before finding their new hideout. It was there that Harry had been accepted into the pack when he had changed into his wolf form.

The women had thought he was adorable and the men had appreciated the fact that his small, compact body had made him fast and easy to hide. He, on the other hand, had been disappointed. He had been the smallest wolf in the whole pack, his fur had been fluffy instead of sleek like the others, and so much weaker than Fenrir who had taken the time to show his dominance over Harry by first slashing him across the back, then waiting for Harry to fall into the submissive position. Harry had of course quickly listened to his inner wolf and fallen on his back to bare the thin skin of his belly and neck.

Harry fingered the scar that marred the skin that covered his shoulder blade. It was just one of the many wounds that Harry had received in his life time. He had learned to listen to his inner wolf on many subjects. It told him when danger was near, and how to survive in the pack. It was the only reason he had not been upset that Fenrir had hurt him, it had helped him understand that it was just a way for the alpha to mark Harry as his and to show the others that he was the dominant.

He was no longer disappointed in his wolf form. He had become healthier, and stronger since joining the pack. He was not as large as the others in the pack but he was faster than everyone, except for Fenrir, and could beat most of them in a fight for dominance. His fur had become more tame and he had noticed that it was not completely black as he had thought. He had walked by a mirror that one of the women had left lying out and as he had studied his reflection he had noticed that at the tip of his left ear and at the tip if his tail he had silver fur. He had studied it closer and found that it was the exact same color as Fenrir's fur. This thought had made his inner wolf extremely happy for some odd reason.

Harry looked back at the cottage that had become the pack's temporary hideout and shook his head. The pack had lost more people in the last two attacks and nobody was taking it well. It seemed that over the last two years the wizards had gotten much better at tracking them. Before then it had taken two to five months for them to find the pack but now they had to move every month to keep from being caught by surprise.

"Harry." A nudge to his shoulder followed the whisper and Harry turned to look at Rain.

"What?"

"Bella." He nodded his head and Harry followed his gaze to the woman standing under an oak tree a few feet away.

"Come on, Fenrir told you to stay away from her."

Rain stood up and waited until Harry was on his own feet before they ran toward the cottage. Fenrir had told Harry to stay away from Bella three years ago. She had tried to smother him with a sweater. Luckily, Fenrir had come looking for him and when he saw what Bella was doing he had attacked her. He would have killed her if he had not been so worried about Harry, but in the end she had crawled away as Fenrir tried to revive Harry. She had lost two fingers and had gained three scars across the side of her face.

Fenrir turned around at the sound of someone running toward him and found his arms full of Harry. When he noticed that his mate was shaking he looked in the direction that they had run from and saw Bella walking away from the pack.

I should have killed her. I should kill her now. he shook the thought away. He could not kill her after the pack had lost so many of its members already. He could not kill a woman who was still healthy enough to produce offspring. This thought and the thought that if he killed Bella it would cause Harry to fear him were the only things that had kept him from killing the woman.

Bella watched as Fenrir embraced the boy and began to stroke his hair. After trying for the first two years to entice Fenrir back into her bed she had decided that the boy was the key. If the boy died Fenrir would be hers again and with Fenrir came all the power that she had lost. She had then tried to kill the boy only to suffer more injuries than she had received before.

Bella looked down at her right hand which no longer had a pointer or middle finger. Her left hand moved to stroke the scars that ran from her chin to her temple. They must pay.

Harry would die and Fenrir would suffer from the pain of his loss. She smirked at the thought. Then I'll comfort him.

She hoped the others had gotten her note if they had then the whole pack would be in for a surprise very soon. The boy would soon be gone and she would have her power.

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An owl circled around the house three times before flying back to Hogwarts. It landed in the Headmasters office and waited for the old man to turn and take the letter from its leg.

"What have we here?" Albus asked out loud as he took the letter from the owl's leg.

It was addressed to Harry Potter. He looked at the owl with shock. I think its time to visit the Dursleys.

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Another man stood outside a cave that had been deserted only a few days before, reading another letter about the same boy. This message gave a description of what the boy looked like as a wolf and the man worked to contain his shock. They actually expected him to wait until the next full moon to attack the pack.

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Dumbledore walked into his office and sank down into his chair. They had lost the boy three years ago. There had been no personal items left by the boy that could be used for a tracking spell. He had to keep this hidden from the rest of the wizarding world or lose all of his power.

He began to think of something to tell the others. A good excuse for why the-boy-who-lived was not at Hogwarts. He would do anything to keep his power over the wizarding world.

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Remus walked up to Fenrir. "It's ready."

Harry, who was sitting beside Fenrir's leg, looked up at the sound of Remus' voice.

"What's ready?"

Fenrir looked down into his mates big amber/green eyes. He felt a tinge of regret at the thought of the bright green that was slowly fading from those eyes before he brushed it aside.

"Your new, portable school."

"School?"

Remus jumped to answer this question."Wizarding school. I went to get all the books and equipment, including a wand, that you would need. Every wizard in the pack will teach you a subject."

"I thought wands had to be picked by the wizard that will use it."

"That's why I brought three that I thought will work the best for you. If none of those work then I will get others for you to try."

Here Fenrir interrupted while directing a scowl at Remus.

"You will not get to used to using a wand since Nicholas," He pointed at a gray haired man standing in the doorway of the cottage surrounded by the other wizards of the pack. "will be teaching you how to do wandless magic."

"How is it portable?"

"I bought a trunk that will hold all of the school supplies and shrink when it is closed. It will make it easier to carry whenever we have to leave."

Harry nodded his head at this answer then looked at the two adults with excitement shining in his eyes.

"When do we start?"

Remus looked at Fenrir for this answer.

"Today."