Prologue

Harry James Potter was curled up into a little ball in the cupboard under the stairs. His uncle had just hit him with his belt again. But Harry couldn't cry. It would be worse if he cried. Instead of crying he just took the punishment, but eventually Uncle Vernon got irritated he wasn't reacted so he grabbed him by the hair and threw him across the kitchen. He hit his head off of the corner of the counter. The sound of his aunts demonic cackles will forever haunt him.

The reason Harry was being beaten tonight, was because he tried to sneak a letter he got into his cupboard. He almost made it, until his annoyance of a cousin Dudley pointed it out. That's when Uncle Vernon started, that was over four hours ago. Harry honestly wasn't that worried about it. What does it matter if he has more scars? The only scar he has that he didn't get from the Dursley's is the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Though every time he asks about it he gets the answer that he got it in the car crash that killed his parents. But he knows that's a lie. The only reason he does is because of four things. He remembers a green light and the words 'Avada Kedavra', a woman with red hair jumping in front of that light, weird stuff happens around him,and he can talk to snakes.

Harry sat there until the house went quiet and everybody went to bed. But just in case he sat there for another hour. When he was sure that he could get out, he picked up a string bag he stole from Dudley, he crawled towards the door and put his left hand on the door, and wished for it to unlock. It did. The door unlocked with a sliding sound and he pushed it open. He looked around before he left the cupboard and once he was sure it was safe, he left and went to the kitchen. His footsteps were as silent as possible, because he was used to sneaking out at night to get food or medical supplies. The door to the kitchen opened with a slight squeak.

Inside the kitchen he went. He walked towards the refrigerator, quickly and fluently, like a predator. He opened the refrigerator door and grabbed two Aquafina bottles, a bottle of Pepsi, sandwich meat, and an apple. A sound came from upstairs and he stopped suddenly, closed the door and bolted for the cupboard. He made it just in time to see Dudley come downstairs and walk towards the kitchen, the little pig scratched his crotch.

Dudley grabbed a bottle of Pepsi and some crisps and went upstairs muttering about how he had three bottles of soda left not two. When the fat oaf was upstairs Harry left the cupboard again and went to the downstairs bathroom. He walked into the bathroom and got painkillers, stitches, gauze, and some bandages. He loaded all of his stuff into the small string bag and walked to the back door. Once he was at the back door he grabbed the hunting knife Uncle Vernon keeps behind the plant. He took a look around the house that he lived in for his whole life, then opened the back door and slipped out. The Dursley's wouldn't realize he was gone for a week.

The 11 year old started running towards the forest and took a left. Once he was at his destination. A little fort he made to hide from Dudley. He sat down on the floor and opened his bag and threw all the cold stuff in a little ice box in the corner. The cuts on his back were stinging like crazy, so he took out one of the bottles of water and poured it on his cuts to the best of his ability. When he was done with that he laid on a little blanket in the corner and went to sleep.

The next morning Harry was awoken by an owl pecking at his hand. He sat up and looked at it. The owl was looking at him as if saying 'Come on, man I don't have all day'. Harry shook his head and reached his hand out for the letter, the letter was tied around the owls leg. Said owl hopped over to him and stuck out its leg. Harry untied the letter and crawled towards the ice box and took out some ham and fed it to the owl. The owl ate that food as fast as possible, then looked at him expectingly. Harry chuckled and looked down at the letter. He grinned once he read the address written in green ink.

MR. HARRY POTTER

FLOOR, HARRY'S FORT

PRIVET DRIVE FOREST

LITTLE WHINGING, SURREY

He undid the seal and read the letter. His adventure was just beginning. But he didn't know how different it would be than what he expected. He thought it would be a place to call home. Little did he know that there's only one place that's home for him. That place won't be discovered for a while. Not with all the stuff that's going on in the Wizarding World. But he didn't know any of that. So he wrote down a reply to Professor McGonagall. He gave the reply to the owl and watched as it flew out of his fort. When he arrives at this Diagon Alley place, he's going to have to do some research of this world that he belongs to. He doesn't want to walk into some place ignorant, but he'd be better to keep an open mind. History is always written by the victors after all.

A howl was heard in the distance. Harry turned to the sound and looked out the window. The sky was a beautiful assortment of colors, such as red, orange, and a slight purple tint. The howl sounded off again, it was closer this time. He ignored it though. Harry walked over to the door and pushed it open, he walked out and sat on his 'front lawn'. He looked up at the sky with a slight smile. The colors were all mesmerizing and he wasn't sure how long he sat there but eventually he was broken out of his stupor by a low growling sound. He whipped out his hunting knife and turned around. Behind him was a trio of wolves. One was a light rusty color and had a little scar above its eye. The other one was a black and white wolf and it was missing a little bit of the left ear. The third one was easily the biggest and was grey, this one was the only one without visible wounds.

As he was turning to each of the wolves he had no visible reaction, he was completely emotionless, unless you were to look at his emerald eyes. His eyes were glowing like green fire in determination. The grey wolf gave him a quick once over and a slight sniff, then he backed down slightly, but anyone experienced enough would notice he was ready to attack at a moments notice. It just so happened that Harry was that experienced. He did the same, relaxed but still slightly tense, ready to run or fight if he had to. The lead wolf, the grey one, walked over to him and sniffed at his hand as if making sure he was right. Harry looked at the wolf and smiled a bit. He moved his hand and the wolf stopped, Harry chuckled and moved his hand on the wolves head and started petting him.

The wolf whimpered slightly. Then almost like a human it stopped, as if embarrassed. Harry mentally dubbed the grey one Spirit, the black and white one Moon, and the rusty one Copper. He noticed each of them were male. He stopped petting Spirit and walked towards Copper and Moon. The two wolves tensed ever so slightly but relaxed when they noticed Spirit trailing behind him like a lost puppy. He stopped in front of them and knelt down. They both exchanged a glance and sniffed his outstretched hand. Once the deemed him acceptable they completely relaxed and barreled into him and the three wolves and one human started playing around.

You remember how Harry will never have a home except for one place? Well this is that one place. The location of his fort. With his wolf pack. That wolf pack is his family, he's a member of their pack, and they'd do anything for each other.