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The New Dawning

Chapter Seven: Wolfish Dangers.

"Life doesn't hurt until you think about how much has changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much of it was your fault." ~Unknown

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January 20, 2000

Paul was finishing the 7:00 patrol, more awake and fresh than he'd felt in eighteen days. This was because he knew that, in five hours, he'd be on his last patrol for three days. Three days gave him time to fill himself up on food and sleep and go talk to Harry. He pranced around, happier than happy, and Seth snorted at him.

Stop acting like a puppy, Seth teased.

I will when you will. Paul responded, looking at the boy who had his tail wagging crazily, tongue lolling out.

They were on the last loop, pushing their legs faster, and they were home-free. The end of the loop came to the middle of a small clearing, where Seth and Paul sat for a moment to catch their breaths.

Paul almost shifted. Almost.

And then he heard the snap of a twig breaking and smelled something purely feline, and he was just so overjoyed at finally being done that he turned and decided to have a little fun.

The cat was a semi-small lion, fur smooth along its back and mane crusted in snow crystals. Paul was bigger than it, and the cat seemed to realize this at once, trying to turn and hightail it away. There was something familiar about those green, green eyes – but Paul couldn't figure out what.

He pounced.

The cat didn't like the game he was playing, batting it around and pulling its hair and tail. It yowled and tried to scratch and bit him. He grabbed the lion by its neck, shaking back and forth like a dog with its favorite shoe. The cat went suspiciously quiet, and limp – Paul felt bad because he hadn't meant to kill it, just play with it a little and beat it up a bit. He dropped it, stepping backwards.

One minute, he was staring at a lion. The next, the shape was blurring and shrinking, leaving behind a thin body on the ground. At first, Paul didn't register what he was seeing. But Seth did.

"Harry! Oh god, Paul, what did you do, what did you do–" the boy hadn't yet gotten his pants all the way on when he came racing towards the duo.

Harry looked terrible. Paul's heart practically shattered, looking at what he'd done. Claw and teeth marks raced up his back and ribs, bleeding profusely, dying the white snow around them red. His clothes were little more than rags, practically falling off of him. Paul's stomach rolled and he emptied the little amount of food that was in it into a nearby bush.

"I killed him," Paul mumbled, startled to find tears bubbling over his cheeks. "I just killed my imprint."

Seth shook his head, not looking at Paul. He pressed his ear to Harry's back.

"No, his heart – it's still beating – go call someone to get Dr. Cullen – HURRY, you idiot!" he screamed. The sound echoed through the forest, startling the few woodland animals that were still awake.

Paul did as he was told. He knew he was quite a sight, half-naked in the middle of winter and darting down the sidewalk. He practically broke into Sam's house, and the man was so startled at Paul's sudden appearance that he nearly fainted. Paul began speaking, hardly intelligible, and then just began screaming for Sam to call the Cullens and that he'd be in the woods.

He said it four times before Sam got the phone out, dialing. He darted back to the woods, where Seth was trying to stop the bleeding.

There was nothing else to do for now.

"How did he even – change –" Paul mumbled, brushing the blood-coated hair away from Harry's face. His face was virtually untouched, a bit plumper than the last time they'd seen him – but god, did it look much, much better. Paul hadn't noticed how sickly Harry had looked before until he didn't look sickly anymore. It was almost ironic.

Carlisle Cullen showed up with his medical bag and Edward at his side. Sam, from the opposite direction, came through the woods. All three men looked in shock at the boy on the ground, bleeding.

"What happened?" Sam demanded when Carlisle when to wrapping the wounds.

Paul explained quickly, too panicked to even have any shame for his actions. Sam was shocked into silence, but if anyone knew how Paul was feeling, it was his alpha. Sam had permanently scarred his imprint, and now wife, Emily – in an accident in his first days as a wolf.

"We should move him now," Carlisle said, standing. "We can bring him back to my house–"

"No!" Paul snarled.

"We can take him to my house and the two of you will be granted temporary freedom on La Push lands," Sam amended. "This is Paul's imprint."

Carlisle's eyes widened in understanding and he nodded slowly. Paul cradled Harry loosely to his chest and they took the long way around so that they could come out right in Sam's backyard.

Emily ushered them in after taking one look at Harry, throwing some old sheets over the couch so Harry could be laid on it and Carlisle could continue his work.

Seth sat down in one chair, but Paul sat right at the head of the couch and held Harry's hand.

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Harry couldn't remember what had happened. He let out a tiny groan of pain and wrapped his arm around his ribs, a few of which felt like they were broken. There was something wrapped tightly around him, and he realized that someone had probably found him and taken him to a hospital – but what had happened to make him need a hospital? He couldn't remember what he'd been doing before getting hurt...

And this place didn't have that certain antiseptic smell that all hospitals had, so he immediately ruled that out. Blinking his eyes open, Harry struggled into a sitting position and suddenly had a thousand hands on him.

Or that's what it felt like, anyways.

"Gerroff," he mumbled, swatting at them all. Some were hot and some were freezing, and Harry wondered how this was because the room was neither cold or hot. Seth's skin was always hot like that, though, Harry remembered.

"Harry? Harry, are you okay?"

His head swam. "Gerroff," he responded, continuing to swat until all the hands were gone. He couldn't see, but after a moment his vision cleared and he looked around. The room – a living room – was cozy, and he was on the couch. Around him was Seth, Paul, a man he'd seen once in his driveway, and two other men he'd never seen. Paul was holding one of his hands and he quickly tugged it away.

"Where'm I?" he demanded, using his newly free hand to hold his head. "What happened?"

"You got hurt," the one he'd seen in the driveway responded. "Seth and Paul found you. We brought you here, to my house."

Harry squinted. Something didn't sound right in that statement, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he just demanded: "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock," the blond man he'd never seen said.

"TEN!" Harry yelled, shooting up. He regretted it, because it hurt, and he wobbled and fell back onto the couch with a soft cry. "I have to go, I have to go," he mumbled, one picture in his mind: his two-year-old godson waking up all alone in Black Manor.

His mind was clearing now and he remembered what happened.

Teddy had worn himself out playing on the ice, which Harry had reinforced just-in-case. He fell asleep around seven, and Harry decided to go for a short run in his Animagi form. It was only seven fifteen when he decided to circle around and go home, but he'd come across two giant – giant – wolves and had to stay put. He stopped, and accidentally stepped on something that made a noise, and then the bigger of the two had attacked him.

"It's not safe for you to leave. Just rest a little bit, okay?" the one he'd seen in his driveway said calmly, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry ripped himself out of the man's grip. "No, I need to go, now!" he yelled, struggling into a standing position. He didn't know where the door was, but he tried to pass Paul and Seth anyways, thinking it was that way. Seth gently turned him around and sat him back on the couch.

"What's so important that you'll compromise your health for it?" he asked softly, patting Harry's head.

"My godson, that's what! He's in Black Manor all alone because he was asleep so I left him for fifteen minutes and then – and now – and he's all alone!" Harry's lip wobbled because he was just a terrible parent, and he'd known he would be, but Andromeda had still insisted, but now look at what had happened.

"Hey, hey, calm down – he'll be fine," the one from the driveway soothed.

"No, he won't! He's two!" Harry snarled, standing a third time. He barely got his arse up before someone pushed him down.

"I'll go get him," Seth told Harry. "Is the door unlocked?"

"N-no," Harry mumbled, shakily patting his pants for his keys. He realized they weren't his pants – didn't even fit him – and frowned. "The keys are in my pants," he said. "But these aren't my pants."

There was something else that was missing, too.

The sheath that had held his wand.

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