A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

WhiteElfElder: Thanks for your review my friend. As usual you are right. Malcolm is a wolf hidden in human skin. He doesn't have a pack or a teacher. All he can do is what he believes is right. Harry on the other hand is the second born to Marvolo Slytherin. Damien his older brother is the favored and is most thought to be the heir. Even though Harry has the true heritage of both bloodlines. As will be shown in later chapters. Which will be the true favored son by Marvolo remains to be seen.

DarkRavie: Thanks for your review my friend.

Harrison's POV

When he returned to the forest territory his pack called home the other's had finished the hunt. Tsume being the eldest wolf had a small fire going. What they had caught was a large buck looking mature but not old by any means. He could see many teeth and claw marks on it. While it had died it most certainly put up a fight.

Around their fire lay blanketed snow and in it were the curled up forms of his pack. Toboe was closest to the fire. His eyes were closed and his breathing even. The next closest was Hige. The brown furred wolf watched the fire with eager expectation. Their hunt had beem successful and he was hungry. Then again Hige was always hungry. That's just how he was.

Tsume's golden eyes met his when he shifted. His own black fur mingled with silver and white. The white was all the emotional pain he had received in his short seventeen years. The silver more plentiful in his fur was all the physical. Mainly from the abuse his mother and brother gave.

The camp was silent besides the crackles of the wood in the fire. Everyone either asleep or lost to their own thoughts. Dinner ended up being a quick meal. One that Harrison didn't partake in. It wouldn't have been right if he had. He had eaten at his manor and had not partaken in the hunt.

When everyone's bellies were full they drew in close to the fire. Tsume stood tall and proud in his wolf form. A large x shaped scar was on his chest. No one was sure how he got the scar. It had been there as long as anyone could remember.

He growled in wolf speak,$ Listen closely because I will only say this once. This is the story of paradise.$

The fire crackled. The air filled with nature's magic. As it was the full moon they were receiving its blessing.

$In times of old when humans and wolves ran about the world together there is a story. A story which says that wolves are the gateway to paradise. This is that story.$

Harrison moved closer to the fire and open moon light. While the fire warned his dark fur the moon calmed his spirit. He accepted that he was both human and wolf. That his father was a human. Somewhere down the line he had a spirit wolf. Where he wasn't completely sure.

Tsume's soft growls broke through his thoughts,$ The Okami clan is said to be extinct. Killed off almost seventeen years ago. Once they were plentiful and led the seven clans to peace with the humans. This peace led to humans discovering lunar flowers. Flowers golden in color that calm our inner selves more than anything else. It is said that the dew of the lunar flower will calm the lunar wolf to the point the human gains control.$

The younger wovles worked all exchanged glances. That was not something that was well known. Even amongst the spirit wolves.

When Tsume continued he had their full attention,$ Humans created a human with the essence of the lunar flowers. Her name is Cheza. With her help and wolves cooperation the gates of paradise will open. That is why we follow the scent of the lunar flower. It is said that it will guide us to paradise.$

With that Tsume fell silent. He lay down in the snow next to the fire. The story had ended leaving each wolf to their own thoughts. Harrison's thoughts went to impending journey.

Was the journey a precursor to finding paradise? Or was the two things completely separate? He allowed those thoughts to follow him into his dreams.

Dreamscape

In his wolf form he stood on a snowy plain. All around him was snow, snow, and more snow. Off in the distance he could see a set of mountains. A pull called him to run towards them. So he ran fast towards the mountain. A caw sounded over the top of him. When he tried to look up the world went dark.

End of dream

He awoke startled. Tsume's golden eyes watching him. An questioning light in them. Shaking his head he slowly stretched out.

The muscles slowly unwound. However the dream wouldn't leave his thoughts. Every journey dream was different from wolf to wolf. One thing that remained constant. When it was time to go on your journey you saw an animal. That animal would be what decided your position.

This dream had not given him an animal. Only a sound that he couldn't remember. Until he was sure that it was his journey dream he would stay. As much as he wanted to go on such an adventure. Wherever that place was it would be freezing. Snow had been everywhere.

A cold nose rubbed against his shoulder startling him slightly. Looking to his left he saw Toboe watching him. The brown wolf pointed to the sky.

It was beginning to lighten which meant he had to head back. At least for now. Today the only class he would actually attend was potions.

Shifting back into his human form he yawned. It felt like he didn't get any sleep at all. All he could remember was the strange dream. Then he woke up.

With a nod to the others who were beginning to wake he disapparated with a crack. This brought him to just outside of the manor wards. They allowed him in without any issue. Though feeling out with his magic he could sense his father in his study. That sent a shiver down his spine.

The dark Lord shouldn't be around. He never stayed at the manor overnight. Not since his and Damien's mother died.

With his shoulders squared he entered the manor. Taking all the back ways he went to his room. It was far away from everyone else's. Mostly to keep him out of the way. Another reason was because he was the spare. The one everyone believed that his father would kill when it was announced that Damien was the heir. Not that Harrison would stick around. If his father gave any inclination towards that he would disappear.

It wouldn't be difficult for him to do. As a spirit wolf he was at home in any forest or mountain. He didnt like running but he wouldn't die for some pureblood custom.

Upon reaching his room he sighed with relief. Here he could change into what his family saw as proper clothes. Not that he cared any what they thought. He just didn't want any problems with his father around.

He pulled off his clothes stripping down to his boxers. Then he choose a black pair of trousers and a white button down shirt. A simple black robe went over it. All in all he looked like a perfectly respectable wizard. He hated it. Still he didn't feel like enticing his father's anger at the moment so he did what was proper. On his way out he grabbed his potions book.

It took him all of three minutes to make it to the potions lab. Having run around these halls for years he knew them well. It wouldn't take much for him to lose someone.

With a sharp knock he entered. Severus Snape was tall man with oily black hair and onyx eyes. His hair was oil due to being around potions so much. Severus was hard but fair in his rules and punishments. Only Harrison was allowed to continue his tutoring when both he and Damien turned 15. Damien didn't show any promise at the art. Harrison showed a lot of promise. Enough so that he was allowed to brew some potions for his father.

Severus greeted stoically," Morning Harrison."

He returned the greeting with a gruff," Morning sir."

He was not by any means a morning. It stemmed from running with his pack into all hours of the night. Severus had long since gotten uses to his oddities.

A small part of Harrison knew that the potions master knew his secret. He had been around lunar wolves enough to recognize the signs. Thankfully he never confronted Harrison about it. Honestly the boy didn't know what he would do if he had been confronted.

Likely run because if he was confronted them his father would be the next to know. That would not end well for him or his pack. His father would not stop hunting them if he knew. Whether it was to kill the pack or to use them remained to be seen.

He took his usual seat and opened his book. The last potion they had worked on was the draught of the living dead. He was to brew it a few more times before Severus would allow him to move on.

Without waiting for instructions he began to make the potions. A few hours later the potions was complete.

Severus asked breaking their silence," What was your issue with Fenrir last night?"

Harrison shrugged but didn't reply. He was pretending to be busy cleaning his instruments.

Severus as expected said," You are not busy Harrison. I saw how you were barrring your teeth. That was more animal than human. Fenrir reacted the same way. Somewhat surprising was Malcolm Greengrass' reaction."

So he wasn't the only one who noticed. If Severus noticed that meant his father had as well. Great... that would explain why his father was still there.

The door opened startling them both. His father stood in the doorway his red eyes on Harrison. His hand twitched towards his wand. Only by sheer force of will did he not draw it.

His father said nodding to Severus," I will be taking Harrison from you. He and I have things to talk about."

Quickly he finished stowing his supplies he was ready leave. His father indicated for him to follow. This wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.