Waking up had never been this hard A/N HA! I come to edit my chapter and I find this lil half a line! Ever spotted these at the start of a chaper? God knows why they shot up but it's weird. Anyway, second chapter nice n quick, but don't expect em to all be like that, I wrote these up during exams and work, and exams are over n i dont have work again for nearlt a week lol. Little Henry is owned my Ambo :D Oh adn se my profile for a poll on the pairing, if you want anyone else added (male only please, I just can't write chicks...and I hate alot of the HP girls, no offence) just ask! Enjoy!

Oha nd btw, Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any of JKs Characters, but all the lil wolfies are mine (except Henry!).. And Rising Star sorta own Chelsea and Mark... lil farmers lol.

W O L F G A N G

Waking up had never been this hard. Harry's eyes seemed to be glued shut as he attempted to wrench them open, and his limbs seemed to be made of lead.

No sooner that he managed to lift his arm an inch did the pain start, his shoulder and neck burning as he cried out. Smaller pains on his face and chest were eclipsed by the mountainous feeling of his flesh curling.

Suddenly the pain dulled as something wet and soft was rubbed against his wounds and a quiet whimpering made its self known to his ears as he peeled open his eyes.

The world was blurred to Harry's sleep incrusted eyes, but he managed to make out a dark head of hair attached to a child-sized body at his side. The head moved in time to what he now realized to a tongue lapping at the burning wound on his neck.

"Whaa..?" He rasped, coughing as he attempted to speak. The head jerked up revealing bright blue eyes that stared up at him in awed excitement.

"You're awake!" the small boy yelped and scrambled to his feet, running for the door. "Tasha! Tasha he's awake!"

Harry groaned at the young boy's loud voice and closed his eyes again, his head pounding and his throat dry.

"Shhh, Jason!" a young, feminine voice scolded. Harry could hear the young boy whimper again as he felt a body sit down next to him and a cool glass was pressed to his lips.

After greedily gulping down the water, Harry lay there catching his breath. Wrenching open his eyes again he looked around at his surroundings; he was lying on a pile of thin blankets on the floor, and the room he was in was bare and rather run down. Next to him sat two children, a young blonde girl with braided pigtails of around 9 and the young dark-haired boy from before, presumably Tasha and Jason. Both had startling amber eyes.

The girl pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. "Are you feeling ok, Sir? I hope Jason didn't bother you, he's so loud sometimes."

"I wasn't being loud till he woke up…" the boy murmured, pouting.

"W-where am I?" Harry asked, clearing his throat and coughing. "Who are you?"

"You're in our house," the girl answered. "I'm Tasha and this is Jason."

The boy sent him a shy smile. "Um... what's the last you remember mister?"

Harry furrowed his brow and though back. "The last thing…" his eye shot open. "I was attacked! What happened?"

"Um…" Jason looked down and fidgeted. "Tha-that was me… I'm really sorry, mister, I didn't mean to bite you!"

"Bite me…?" Harry heaved himself into sitting position and looked down at the wound on his neck and shoulder. Deep teeth marks stared back. "But for you to make a bite like that you'd have to be…"

"A werewolf," Tasha whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and looking down.

"B-both of you?" Harry looked up in shock.

"Yeah," she nodded, "All of us are here, we live together."

"All of us? How many of there are you?"

"Seven right now."

"Seven? Merlin…Can I talk to an adult or something? Where are your parents?"

Tasha sighed sadly and Jacob sniffled. "Our mumma's and papa's didn't want us after we got bit, so we joined a pack. It's just us kids now, we don't need grownups!" He cried. "They just leave us alone… But you won't leave us alone, right?"

"M-me?" Harry spluttered. "What have I got to do with anything?"

"Well I'm the oldest so I'm in charge," Tasha said proudly, then deflated a bit, "But it's hard to look after the kids by myself, so we need you to help out! You're one of us too now, you're a pack brother."

"A...brother...?" Harry's mind reeled at the thought of a family just like him - a family of little werewolves, but a family all the same.

"Tasha? Can we come in?"

Harry turned to the door and saw a small group of children, all ranging from the ages of what looked like seven to a tiny dark haired girl of at the most three and a sandy-haired boy who couldn't be older that four. The tallest blond boy, who had called out to Tasha, stood protectively in front of the small children.

"Michael, you were meant to keep them in the kitchen," Tasha hissed.

She's a natural mother, Harry thought, amused.

"We wanted to meet our new brother," he argued.

"He might not want to be your brother!"

As the two children started bickering, reminding Harry very much of Ron and Hermione, the tiny girl toddled her way over to Harry and plonked herself down in his lap.

"Hewwo," she greeted with a huge, nearly toothless grin, "I's Cwawabewle. What's your nawme?"

Harry blinked at the little girl's slurred toddler speech and grinned. "Clarabelle?" The little girl nodded. "My name's Harry."

"Mkay, Hawwy." Clarabelle hopped off of his lap and skipped back to Michael. "Mickey, Hawwy's our new big bwoda, mkay?"

Michael looked over at Harry with wide eyes. "You will be?" he asked, hopeful.

"I…" Harry looked around at the hopeful faces of all seven children. "What are you names?" he asked, attempting to avoid making a decision.

"I'm Michael," the tallest boy said pointing to himself. "I'm eight 'n' a half! Clarabelle's three," she grinned at Harry again. "This is Henry, he's four," the small sandy haired boy blinked at Harry from behind the thumb he was sucking. "This is Mark and Chelsea-"

"We're twins," interrupted a short boy with brown hair, who had a girl with longer hair of the same colour hiding behind him. "We're six, but I'm oldest!" he was quick to add.

"Sure you are," Michael said with an eye roll, obviously having had this conversation. "Anyway, last is Kimmy." He put is hand on top of the last child's head, a young Asian girl with boyish hair.

"I'm seven," she added. "Nearly eight!"

Michael ginned at her, then sobered and looked back at Harry. "So…will you stay with us, Harry?"

Harry gulped. These were children and they were alone in the world. They obviously needed help and he could provide that help. But dare he abandon his life for them? He couldn't go back to Hogwarts if he had them to care for, it just wouldn't be right, and he obviously couldn't return to the Dursley's in his current state.

"I… I will. I'll join your pack."

TBC (I hope!)