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Harry Potter shivered as he pulled his backpack higher up on his shoulders, looking up and down the street cautiously before sprinting across it and into the shadows of the alleyway.

Holding his breath Harry shrank back as much as he could as a police car drove past, music blaring from inside as the cop inside didn't bother to pay much attention to what was down the alleyway, not expecting to find a nine-year old runaway hiding in plain sight.

The moment he could no longer hear the car Harry darted out of the alley and down the street, all of his senses instinctively primed from years sneaking around the Dursley's at night. He knew being caught would end badly for him, sure the Dursley's weren't going to report he was missing, but if he was caught he'd be dragged off to an orphanage and after everything Vernon had told him, staying at the Dursley's was preferable to going to an orphanage.

Moving through the dark streets of London Harry grimaced as a cold breeze blew through his over-sized shirt, the threadbare rag stretched by his fat cousin and given to him so his Aunt and Uncle didn't have to spend a dime on him.

Growling made Harry hesitate before moving faster, knowing the dangers of running away from the savage stray dogs that he was sharing the streets with. He had seen people faster than him being taken down, the dogs ripping into their flesh without hesitation, both human and dog starved to the point of turning on each other. Strangely in those cases the dogs had passed him by for some reason, instead going after other people when he had been standing right there. He wasn't going to test it out just in case, but some sadistic part of him was glad that he hadn't been him who had been attacked.

As the growling got louder Harry sped up, not wanting to give the dog a reason to attack him. As nails clicked on the pavement behind him, Harry felt his heart beating faster, making him sprint forward before he knew what he was doing as he almost flew down the street with an echoing snarl sounding behind him as the hound gave chase.

Turning down an alleyway Harry's heart sank as he caught sight of the chain link fence in the middle of it. He barely had time to think about what he wanted, before the power in his chest - the power that always protected him when he needed it most - surged up inside him and he was being squeezed through a small tube. Harry staggered as he reappeared on the other side of the fence, giving a sigh of relief as he slowed to a stop, once more sending up a prayer to anyone for the strange power that could open doors and make him teleport.

Sometimes Harry entertained the thought that it was magic. After all Uncle Vernon was rather overzealous in his attempts to make Harry think there was no such thing, it was almost a little ironic and it make a strange kind of sense that Harry would have the one thing that Uncle Vernon was afraid of the most.

Growling made him spin around to see a humanoid looking dog standing on the other side of the chain link fence, large patches of fur missing across its body as it snarled at him before tilting his head back for a loud howl. Shaking his head at the idea that there was an honest to god Werewolf in front of him (And if magic truly existed then it wasn't a long stretch to believe in things like Vampires and Werewolves as well), Harry stepped away from the fence and turned to leave.

Letting out an angry snarl, the sick demented dog-thing reached out and started tearing the chain links apart, slowly making a hole in the fence as Harry stared at it in growing horror. Backing away nervously, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight Harry whimpered as the beast made a hole large enough for its body to crawl through as it glared at Harry.

"Uh… nice doggy?" Harry squeaked out as the beast stepped forward again, its growling increasing in volume as it neared him. Harry remembered reading in the school library a while ago that you shouldn't run from a dog (They enjoy the chase apparently) but at the moment Harry was terrified, his life was flashing in front of his eyes and he didn't know what to do.

So when the beast lunged at him, Harry turned and started running as fast as his feet could carry him. Unfortunately for him there was no way a malnourished starving nine year old boy could ever hope to outrun a dog like that, mutated or not. His body was tackled to the ground as teeth sank into his shoulder and tore, both flesh from his bone and a scream from his lips as the beast shook its head.

The beast let go suddenly, letting out a yelp that echoed down the alleyway just as strongly as Harry's scream as it flailed around madly. Leaving Harry to weakly pull himself away from the beast as his vision swam and his arm felt heavy and unresponsive.

"Incarcerous Argentum!" multiple voices cried out and Harry's eyes widened as silver chains sprung into being around the beast which let out pain filled yelps.

"Silencio!" someone shouted and Harry watched in awe as the bea- the werewolves' mouth continued to move even as its voice was cut off mid-yelp.

As the werewolf broke free of the chains, steaming red burns wound around its body still sizzling, it spun around and lunged at a short man in a bright red dress. The man flicked the small stick in his hand and a bolt of red light shot from the tip to hit the werewolf in the chest, causing it to falter slightly before continuing the charge twice as fast as before. More red beams hit the werewolf and Harry stared as it swayed before shaking off whatever magic (For that was all it could be) had been cast on it and renewing its attack.

From one wand erupted a blade of blue energy that made Harry gag as it cut straight through the werewolves' body, both halves slowly sliding apart and to the floor as the magic-users regrouped and cast a lot of spells to clean up the area even as the one who killed the werewolf set the now human body on fire and incinerated the corpse.

"Hey!" a voice shouted making Harry jump and whimper in fear as a man popped up in front of him, "We've got a live one".

Harry scrambled away from the magic-user as he pointed his stick - his wand - at Harry, and fired a white beam of light at him that made him stiffen in fear until it splashed against his chest and made his body glow bright red. Staring down at his arms in shock Harry almost missed the other men joining the first, "Shit he's been bitten" one muttered.

"What gave that away? The fact you can see bones in his shoulder?" the first man spat, making Harry jerk and check to see that the man was actually telling the truth before feeling faint as he realised there was no hope for him to survive an injury like that.

"Poor kid, he barely looks five" the second man said slowly before he raised his wand and the tip glowed the same bright blue as before, a blade of blue energy blasting towards him before Harry's power reacted and a glowing dome appeared around his body, protecting him from the spell that would have killed him.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" the first man demanded as a red beam of light knocked the second man's wand from his hands and onto the ground in front of Harry.

"He's been bitten! He was going to bleed out anyway so I thought I'd do him a favour!" the second man exclaimed, earning more than a few curious glances from the rest of the dress-wearing men.

"He was bitten! Being bitten is not a death sentence!" the first man snapped as Harry's shield dropped, leaving him wanting to be anywhere else.

"In one month's time we'll be coming back here to take him down anyway" the second man said dismissively, "We might as well kill him now. At least he would die a wizard instead of as a mindless beast".

"He's barely five" the first man began, being cut off as Harry dove for the dropped wand, his only working hand grasping it tightly before thrusting it towards them, a ripple of power bursting from the tip and knocking the two of them away from him.

As everyone else turned their wands on him Harry clamped his eyes shut and wished to be elsewhere, his body being squeezed through a tight tube before he was tripping over on a dust covered floor, blinking slowly at the obviously abandoned building he was sitting in. Slowly Harry forced himself to his feet, staggering towards the door behind the bar and shutting it behind him as he looked around slowly. Searching the room as he found himself getting weaker and weaker, a burning sensation making its way through his body, until he struck gold by finding a trapdoor hidden in the corner.

Pulling it open and jumping down it, pulling it closed Harry raised a hand and did the first 'freakish' thing he ever learnt to do, summoning a small globe of light into his palm that he threw into the air and left there to hand as he eyed the small cellar desperately.

Deciding it would do Harry stumbled into the middle of the basement room and collapsed onto the floor, everything going black moments later.