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'Dear Moony and Snuffles,

These past days haven't been so bad. The Gryffindors are still being absolute gits about it all, especially Ron, but I have Neville, Luna and Blaise with me now, so it's alright. And of course there's Evan, Nicolas and Lisa! I wish you could meet them they're really adorable! I have a lot of fun with them. Lisa is quite shy but she's very caring and serious when it matters. The boys are a little rowdier and often get into trouble.

I've been talking with Pansy Parkinson as well. She's a nice girl, very smart too. She reminds me of Hermione…

Malfoy is still a git though…I still get into fights with him at least once a week and we can't have a decent conversation. I suppose it's good I have at least one constant in my life!

I wish I could see you soon; there's so much I want to tell you! There a questions I want answers too as well, but I'm not sure you would know them…

I miss you both,

Pronglets'

The raven haired boy watched as the snowy owl flew off from the Owlery's window, until Hedwig was but a tiny dot in the horizon. He then proceeded to walk down the stairs. It had been a week since he, Neville and Luna had started hanging out again. So caught up had he been with making up for lost time with his friends that Harry had completely forgotten about the first Quidditch match of the season. It would be Slytherin against Gryffindor and for the first time since he had arrived at Hogwarts he wouldn't be playing. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He loved Quidditch, it was his passion, and just a few months ago he couldn't have imagined his life without it. It had been as vital as Hogwarts itself, as necessary as having Remus and Sirius by his side. But it was no longer his one joy in life. Now he had the forest, the thrill of running and hunting as a wolf. Yet, he couldn't say he didn't miss Quidditch.

As he approached a window, Harry gazed out at the Quidditch Pitch. He could see the tiny red dots of Gryfindor players flying over it. He couldn't see their faces from so far away, but he could easily guess who was who by the way they flew and their position. Over there were the two Beaters, Fred and George Weasley, flying towards the goalpost while passing each other the Quaffle were Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. In the goal post was Ron Weasley, Harry added bitterly. And finally, flying higher than any of them was…not him obviously. Harry felt a small pang of sadness and nostalgia as he caught sight of the silhouette of the new Gryffindor Seeker. It was probably Ginny Weasley, the red haired girl had been a reserve after all…

Feeling slightly down, the raven haired boy turned away from the window and hurried down the stairs. Maybe he did miss Quidditch more than he had originally thought but there was nothing he could about it. He was in Slytherin now…but was he a true Slytherin? He had never heard of anyone changing houses before and wasn't sure whether he was allowed in the Slytherin team. And even if he was, he doubted his old Quidditch rivals would welcome him with open arms. Truly doubtful.

Tomorrow he would be sitting in the stands and that was that. A lump settled in his throat. Maybe he wouldn't go. There was no point in going if he wasn't going to play, after all. Not to mention, it would feel weird cheering Slytherin instead of Gryffindor.

He arrived at the bottom of the stairs and wondered briefly if he should go back to the dorms or go out. The chance of running in the damp forest before dinner was rather tempting and Harry let himself be charmed by the offer. He walked through the door and started walking down the path towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Just as he came to the intersection with the path leading to the Quidditch Pitch, the three Gryffindor Chasers and the two Beaters nearly walked into him. The loud jokes and laughter suddenly stopped when they noticed the green-eyed boy. It was then that Harry realized he hadn't talked to them at all since the start of the school year.

The Gryffindors looked uneasy as they glanced between themselves and then back at Harry, seemingly at a loss as of what to say. Not feeling up to a conversation with people who had so promptly abandoned him, the raven haired boy made to leave but one of the twins grabbed his arm.

"Wait Harry!" the tone was nearly pleading.

The green eyes fixed themselves on the red haired Beater, his face not betraying any emotion he might be feeling. The blue eyed boy opened his mouth to speak but at that moment the two youngest Weasleys arrived. Harry's heart clenched as he held Ron's hatred-filled gaze. Ginny was looking at him as if she had just seen a ghost. Sighing internally, Harry slipped away from the older boy's grip and marched off.

"Harry!" called the Beater once again.

But Harry swiftly changed into his wolf form and in one leap he disappeared under the cover of the forest. Had he been in human form, the raven haired boy was quite sure he would be crying by now. But wolves didn't cry. So it was with his eyes dry that he raced between the trees. He ran and ran without stopping to think about where he was going. At some point he realized he was running upwards and picked up some speed until he arrived at the top of the hill. He halted in the middle of the clearing which was at the very top of the hill, raised his nose in the air and howled. It was a low howl that spoke of sadness and betrayal, of pain and nostalgia.

During his days as a wolf, Harry had come to understand that wolves did not simply howl: they chanted and told a story. He was doing that now, chanting his grief in those melodious deep notes that only wolves could produce. Recounting a story of what his heart had gone through since his transformation. And as his song got carried away by the wind, Harry in wolf mind knew that they would hear him, and perhaps somehow understand. Maybe at this very moment, tears were rolling down their cheeks as they would have if he had been human. But wolves did not cry so instead they howled and sang their sorrows, letting it all go.

Once his 'song' had ended, the black wolf inhaled the fresh air deeply, his heart feeling much lighter than it had a few minutes before. He took in the smell of recently fallen leaves, of damp earth and rain soon to fall. With a delighted bark he ran down the hill, racing between the trees, this time towards Hogwarts.

He could feel the ashes under his feet as he walked towards the mass of trees he could see in the distance. He walked and eventually reached the first trees. Soon, he was deep in the forest still walking. A black cub ran past him, soon followed by a white one. The two raced enthusiastically sometimes stopping for a make-believe fight before bolting off again. A woman came walking much more calmly, though her pace was rather fast as she needed to keep up with the two wolf cubs. Her platinum blonde hair was floating behind her by the action of the wind he could not feel. Her lips were parted in a smile as she watched the cubs fight amicably. Suddenly the three of them heard some kind of sound that he did not perceive and turned warily to a spot at their left. A man was standing there brandishing shotgun and aiming at the white cub. In a flash, the black wolf jumped between the gun and his companion, the man pulled the trigger, and the woman screamed silently, her beautiful features distorting in a horror filled expression. As if in slow-motion the black cub fell to the ground, blood already gushing from the wound in his left flank…

The pain was unbearable when Harry woke up. The memory of the pain he had felt when he had been shot had come back to him and he was now reliving through the agony. Tears streamed down his cheeks, as he clutched his side, gasping for air. His reminiscing lasted a few minutes, after which he was able to regain his calm. As soon as he felt he would be able to stand on his two feet, he rushed in the adjoining bathroom, strip of his pyjamas and climbed into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, he was dressed in jeans and casual shirt and stepped into the common room. He spotted his three 'cubs' and practically jumped on them, engulfing them in a massive group hug. The three first years gasped in surprise but quickly realised who it was, and started giggling at his childish attitude.

"What's gotten into you?" asked Evan who had his back to Harry.

"M'in lack of affection." mumbled Harry, burying his face in the younger boy's shoulder.

A few more giggles later and the four them decided it was time to go and eat breakfast. Evan, Lisa and Nicolas were looking forward to the Quidditch match later that morning and they had no intention of missing it.

When the raven haired boy released the children from his grasp and lifted himself back up, he noticed Malfoy watching them from a corner of the room. The blond boy noticed the green eyes on him and smirked disdainfully. With that the 'Slytherin Prince' walked out of the Common Room. Harry stood gaping for a while before finally shaking himself under the insistence of the three younger students.

"Come on Harry! If you don't hurry up there'll be nothing left for us." called Evan from the doorway.

The raven haired boy mumbled a response in which some words sounded suspiciously similar to 'stupid Blondie'.

The small group finally managed to exit the Common Room, Evan and Nicolas trotting on ahead and Harry following a little more slowly behind with Lisa by his side. He smiled at the small girl and she beamed back at him. With a new spring in his step the green eyed teen stepped into the Entrance Hall and froze.

A few feet away, at the entrance stood Malfoy. The boy had his back to Harry and was talking to a person in front of him which was the cause of Harry's astonishment. A woman who was still beautiful despite the fact that she had to be around forty years old was standing in the doorway. She had long blond hair that fell in locks around her angelic face. Eyes like sapphires were set in ivory skin and a warm smile graced her features as she smiled at her son…