Harry stood before a fence, watching two black wolves on the other side. They were growling and displaying their teeth at him, their sunlit fur glistening. He could make out numerous wounds adorning their bodies. The wolf at the forefront stood protectively in front of the one behind, revealing they were a male and female pair. Notably, the female had a prominently large belly.

The male wolf's eyes glinted with a mixture of wariness and defiance, while the female's gaze held a primal intensity. Harry could sense the tension in the air as he held AFT. Both animals were wary of him, clearly seeing him as a bigger predator.

But for all that barking, Harry didn't feel threatened in the slightest; instead, he could feel that if he played his cards right, he might obtain loyal companions.

After a moment of thought, he lowered his AFT, and with a wave of his free hand, he lowered his makeshift bridge down the moat. The wolves stopped barking and looked confused at the boy.

With another gesture of his hand, he invited them to go through the bridge. The male wolf hesitated for a brief moment as he glanced back at his partner,silently communicating with her before deciding to trust the boy and follow him across the bridge.

The female wolf, sensing her mate's trust in the boy, followed closely behind as they cautiously crossed the bridge. As they reached Harry, he extended a hand towards them, offering comfort and companionship. The wolves sniffed his hand tentatively before nuzzling against it, their demeanor shifting from wary to curious. Harry felt a wave of connection with the majestic creatures.

With a smile, Harry started to lead them to the big tree in the center of the residential area. The wolves stopped near the large carcass of the boar that he hunted down in the morning. He could see the hunger in their eyes.

The wolves eyed the boar hungrily, their stomachs rumbling. Harry knew they were in need of sustenance and felt a surge of empathy towards them. He transformed his tool into a knife and took a smart portion of the meat for himself.

Without hesitation, he gestured towards the carcass, silently offering it to the hungry pair. The wolves hesitated at first, unsure of this new human's intentions, but the tantalizing scent of the boar overwhelmed their caution.

They cautiously padded towards the feast, their movements displaying both hunger and gratitude. As they devoured the meat with gusto, Harry's heart swelled with a sense of fulfillment, knowing that he had gained the trust of these majestic creatures.

"Wait here for me," said Harry, and he started walking in the direction of his home.

Deciding to allow them to eat undisturbed, he returned to his house to store his own portion in the kitchen. After placing it in the fridge, Harry revisited his vault and stepped inside.

His primary aim right now was to locate books on farming. With measured steps, he made his way towards an index book on a pedestal. Swiftly scanning the Hufflepuff section, he found several tomes that would prove useful. Proceeding towards a bookshelf containing the sought-after books, each of Harry's steps resonated with a tapping sound on the marble floor.

The Hufflepuff section of the vault was designed in a more cozy manner, with wooden boards replacing the marble floor. Large pods containing unique plants under stasis were placed from time to time.

Large barrels filled with various types of liquor were displayed. Harry could easily identify butterbeer, fire whisky, mulled mead, and several others. Comfy sofas and armchairs, perfect to sit down and study the books placed close by, were standing near bookshelves.

Harry paused in front of the bookshelf filled with books on farming. It was quite tall, requiring a ladder to reach the top. Most of the books appeared old, their covers worn by time, with various colors contributing to the cozy atmosphere of the room.

He reached out and selected a few volumes on herbology and plants, eager to expand his knowledge of agriculture. The dusty pages seemed to hold centuries of wisdom, waiting to be absorbed. As he flipped through the pages, Harry couldn't help but be captivated by the intricate illustrations of plants.

Every line was meticulously and carefully sketched, imbued with an enchantment that made it seem as though the plants were reaching out from the pages themselves. He observed the painted leaves swaying in an unseen breeze.

Some of the volumes were decorated with intricate golden patterns, adding a touch of elegance to the knowledge they held. The smell of aged parchment mixed with subtle hints of dried herbs lingered in the air, enveloping Harry in a sense of tranquility.

The books that were meant to be for beginners were clearly written in a way that welcomed even the most novice gardeners into the world of plants. Each chapter was a step-by-step guide, explaining how to care for different species and offering tips on how to ensure a bountiful harvest.

The glossy images captured the vibrancy of the flora, making them come alive within the pages. Harry found himself engrossed in the details, fascinated by the complexities hidden within the simple act of planting a seed. He knew that, with the knowledge contained in these volumes, he would be able to transform his farm into a sanctuary of life and growth.

The more he read, the more he realized that his journey into herbology was just beginning and that the possibilities were endless. With a newfound sense of determination, Harry carefully closed the book, gathered the rest, and started to make his way back to check on the wolves.

—-xXx—-

After leaving the books on the living room table, Harry went outside. He was shocked to see the peaceful wolves lying there, having almost finished eating the entire boar on their own in the brief time he was away. Only a few bones were left. The wagging of their tails clearly showed their delight and contentment with the tasty meal they had just enjoyed.

"Did you enjoy the meal?" Harry asked with amusement, shaking his head.

The wolves lifted their heads, looking at Harry with satisfied expressions. One of them let out a low, rumbling growl in response, as if thanking him for the unexpected treat. Harry chuckled, understanding that they were pleased by the offering he had provided.

Out of nowhere, the female wolf emitted an unusual noise, causing her eyes to widen and her expression to contort in apparent agony. Startled, her partner swiftly rose to his feet, clearly alarmed by her distress.

"What's the matter?" asked a disturbed boy.

Harry mulled over a series of possibilities as he contemplated the situation. Perhaps she had consumed an excessive amount of food, leading to her discomfort. Alternatively, the boar meat might have been inappropriate given her current physical state. Another consideration was that the injuries Harry had noticed could be more severe and complex than they appeared at first glance. Each scenario presented its own set of implications, prompting Harry to carefully weigh his options before taking any further action.

The female wolf let out another agonizing scream as she rose to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her weight. With pain etched across her face, she cast a wary gaze around her surroundings, alert and uncertain.

'Is she giving birth right now?' realized Harry.

Silence fell upon the scene, broken only by the female wolf's labored breathing. Harry's mind raced with concern and possibilities, his heart reaching out to the distressed animal. The male wolf stood protectively by her side, a mixture of fear and helplessness in his eyes.

Harry kneeled down cautiously, wanting to offer comfort and aid but unsure how to proceed without causing further distress. With gentle reassurance, Harry spoke soothing words to the she-wolf, hoping to provide some solace during her time of need.

Feeling the urgency of the situation, Harry acted promptly and with determination. Leading the two wolves to his home, he swiftly created a large, comfortable dog bed where the she-wolf immediately lay down.

The female wolf gazed at Harry with gratitude shining in her eyes, her trust slowly building as she sensed his genuine intentions. Harry fetched a bowl of fresh water from his kitchen, knowing that nourishment would be imperative for the animal.

It was only midday when Harry made the decision to leave the wolves safely at home while he tended to other tasks outdoors. He trusted that they could manage on their own, aware that his lack of expertise in childbirth might hinder rather than help them. Moreover, the fact that they had only met that day could make them feel vulnerable with him present.

At first, not knowing what he could do with himself, Harry had to forcefully calm himself. After a short walk around the fence checking his fields, he chose to make a small storehouse where he will be storing his crops.

He started his task by gathering wood, cutting down large trees with his AFT, and levitating them back to the place where the building would stand. He noticed that the wood was hard to transform with his magic, as if it had some natural magic resistance.

When he tried to transfigure one of the logs into boards, it wouldn't budge; only after trying the second time with his spear as a staff did it work out. After that, he simply chose to make the boards by himself. Using a small wood saw, he began his work on the gathered logs.

As Harry worked on his tasks, his thoughts frequently drifted back to the she-wolf and her impending delivery. The weight of responsibility for the fragile situation weighed heavily on his mind, but he knew he had done what he could to assist.

With his determination, he swiftly finished making the needed boards for his storehouse, and he did so successfully without any problems. Probably thanks to using AFT rather than a normal wood saw.

Seeing that the sun was setting slowly, he secured the boards in case of the rain and returned home as quickly as possible to check on the wolves. It had already been a few hours since he left them alone, and he could finish building the storehouse the next day.

He hoped the wolves would understand his absence and appreciate the effort he was making to provide for them. The thought of their well-being filled him with both worry and hope, and he was eager to see how they had fared in his absence.

As he entered the room, a sense of relief washed over Harry as he saw the two wolves resting peacefully. The she-wolf's labored breathing had subsided, replaced by a serene calmness that filled the room. It was clear that nature had taken its course and that new life had entered the world.

Harry observed with quiet awe as four tiny wolf pups nuzzled against their mother, their fragile forms instilling in him a sense of wonder and joy. Sitting beside the she-wolf, Harry watched over the newborns, his heart swelling with compassion for this new family.

—-xXx—-

The next morning, Harry woke up and headed to the kitchen. He briefly glanced at the wolves resting on the dog bed in the living room before preparing breakfast for himself and his guests. He decided to give the portion of boar he had saved the day before to the she-wolf.

Placing a bowl with meals near the wolves, he looked at the small pups. There were four of them, and all of them looked like a smaller version of their parents. Right now, they were breastfeeding by their mother, completely content with ignoring the boy.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of the puppies nursing, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Harry observed the way the pups nuzzled against their mother, their fluffy fur gently moving with each tiny movement. His eyes lingered on the adorable sight, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Harry made sure the she-wolf had enough to eat before sitting down to enjoy his breakfast. It was shaping up to be a lovely day.

After enjoying his simple meal, he went outside to first check his growing crops and then finish building the storehouse. He planned to also begin reading the books that he took out of the vault to expand his farming knowledge. And he needed to hunt down a few rabbits, or at least one boar, to replenish his food supply.

Approaching the fence that separated his fields from his residential area, Harry noticed a wild boar by the tree line. Recognizing the chance to gather food, he swiftly transformed AFT into its spear form and launched a piercing hex towards the animal.

The spell smoothly sailed through the air, striking the boar directly in the head and causing instant death. As the body toppled over, Harry cautiously scanned the surroundings for other wild animals. With no immediate threats in sight, he used levitation to transport the carcass to a large tree.

He then proceeded to divide the boar's meat into two piles—one for himself and one for the wolves. While not skilled in skinning animals, Harry inadvertently damaged the boar's fur during the process but managed to collect most of the meat.

Harry was content with the distribution of the spoils. He carefully wrapped the meat and stored it in his kitchen, laying it out on a large, clean cloth that he conjured. He organized it neatly for preservation, catching the attention of the male wolf as he entered.

"This is for later; do not touch it for now." Harry told the wolves, hoping that they understood and wouldn't feed themselves while he was gone.

The wolves gazed at him, their eyes reflecting understanding. With food now secured, he returned outside to complete building the storehouse.

Harry used logs from smaller trees he had cut down the previous day to place in the corners of the future building. He created three walls by cutting a ditch in them to accommodate the boards. By easily sliding the boards in, he completed three walls without much difficulty. Since he planned for a basic storehouse, he chose not to add windows at that moment.

The roof was also fashioned from boards and fastened with wooden nails he crafted from leftover wood. To allow easy access, the front wall had a cut-out entrance covered with a large cloth. Although dim inside, Harry lit it up effortlessly with a simple lumos spell. He then utilized the remaining boards to put together a few basic shelves for storing his crops.

Once he finished the shelves, Harry was satisfied with how his storehouse was taking shape, with sturdy walls standing tall and enclosing the space securely. The building wasn't large by any means; it was built as a square with a side length of 3 meters and a height of 2 meters.

With his task done, he went inside to prepare dinner for himself and his guests and planned to start reading Hufflepuff's books for the rest of the day.

—-xXx—-

The next few days passed without much of a change. Harry was hunting and preparing food for himself and the wolves, then checking his field and doing minor tasks on them with instructions he took from the books. And spending his evenings expanding his knowledge.

He already read a few books that he first took out; now he ventured into the vault a few more times and picked more books to self-improve. Harry didn't restrict himself only to books for farming and herbology; he took many more on other subjects like transfiguration, charms, and runes, hoping to expand his magical education even further.

He also started to train his magic while using the AFT spear form, not wanting to overpower his spells. The boy quickly found out that not only was his magic more potent while using it but also that his control over the spells had improved significantly. His precision and finesse in executing magical incantations were unparalleled when he channeled the power through the AFT spear form.

Initially, Harry assumed that the wolves would depart once they were healed and their pups could walk independently. However, to his astonishment, they decided to remain with him, and now all six are assisting him.

The adult wolves fully recovered from their wounds and were in excellent condition. One of them always accompanied Harry whenever he left his house. There were a few things that surprised him.

The first noteworthy detail was that both adult wolves could effortlessly jump over the fence and moat he had constructed in a single fluid motion, allowing them to easily venture into the forest to hunt rabbits, which they then brought back to him.

Harry was glad that they could help in providing the food, but he wasn't sure why they brought it to him and not ate it themselves. Maybe they recognized him as their master or simply wanted him to remove the fur for them and cook the meat.

The other thing that surprised the boy was the rapid growth of the wolf puppies. In just seven days, they stopped eating their mother's milk and started to consume meat like their parents. Their bodies also grew considerably in such a short time. They still looked cute, but he could see their fangs had started to develop already.

When their parents were out hunting, they mostly spent time either with him on the fields guarding him or in his home laying in their dog bed.

Another notable trait was their high level of intelligence. While he understood that canids were intelligent, the wolves demonstrated a level of cleverness similar to Hedwig's. They went above and beyond in guarding his field by proactively chasing away small animals and alerting him to any suspicious bugs found on his crops.

He read about some potions that could help in the extermination of pests, but first he tried to transform AFT into a watering can. Springing water on them from his tool easily eliminated them, no doubt thanks to its unique status.

After a few days, he was also capable of recognizing what plants were growing on his fields. It seems that all the things that he was thinking about for the fields were made into reality. Carrot, potato, cabbage, tomato, pumpkin, cucumber, eggplant, radish, spinach, corn, watermelon, and strawberry were the ones that were growing at an astounding rate.

Harry could go with the book's advice and make some fertilizer and growth potions, but he doubts that he would need them right now. He knew that his vault held some potions under stasis in the Slytherin section; the only reason he didn't start dubbing into brewing potions was the high dislike he had for the subject, thanks to Snape.

He didn't want to think about his old potion's professor more than needed. Nevertheless, Harry couldn't help but acknowledge the convenience of having potions ready in his vault. The lingering animosity towards Snape still colored his perception of potion-making, making it a less appealing option at the moment. Delving into his past encounters with his old potion's master only served to reinforce his reluctance to start brewing again.

Ten days after first meeting the wolves, Harry chose to name them, starting with the young ones.

The first one was always curious and active, so he named him "Pippin" after a character from The Lord of the Rings, one of the few books that he was able to read while living with the Dursleys.

The next in line was cautious and always hid behind his older sibling. Harry named him "Merry", after another hobbit from the same tale.

The only female of the group and strongest of them was named "Arwen", as Harry admired her grace and resilience, qualities that reminded him of the Elf princess from the same book.

The youngest, who was the laziest of the bunch, but from what Harry could see, also the most intelligent, had earned the name "Gandalf". Keeping in the theme with the others' names.

When it came to naming the adult wolves, Harry wanted to give them more significant names. He observed that the female wolf held a more dominant role in their relationship.

Initially considering "Hedwig" for her, he quickly dismissed the idea, feeling there could never be a replacement for his loyal owl companion. Instead, he decided on the name "Alice" after his godmother, Alice Longbottom.

From what he had gathered at Gringotts, she had fiercely fought for custody of him before the Lestranges attacked her family. Harry deeply regretted never having had the chance to meet her. The most he could do was call upon an old favor with the goblins to try and help heal her and her husband before departing Britain. He remained uncertain about the outcome of this endeavor.

For the male wolf, he chose the name "Padfoot" after his godfather. Despite feeling let down by Sirius's lack of communication during the summer, Harry recognized him as the only adult who had truly made a difference in his life.

Although Remus had taught him the Patronus charm, he too did not reach out after his parents' deaths and avoided mentioning their friendship throughout Harry's third year.

With the wolves, Harry became even closer to them. He even carved some flying discs to play with for all the jobs they did on his farm. He thought that only the pups would be interested, but he was wrong, and he needed to create one for each of them to avoid the fighting.

During his free time, they would bring him discs to play with. Though exhausting due to their physical abilities, it was worth it to see them enjoying a simple game of catching.


Response to reviews:

Sandwich-kun the 3rd, firelordeg, nealrm, damon blade, RedPanda123: Thank you for your kind words, and I hope that I didn't disappoint you with this new chapter! I am quite curious what you think about my decision when it comes to the naming of the wolves, as I wanted something else than what was done originally.

Flirt48: The only problem with this would be that the same could apply to Dobby and/or Winky, and I want Harry alone at the beginning of the story, even if house elves rivarly with the oni maids would be a funny subplot. And as long as Harry won't be friends with spiders, the forest would be a death sentence to Hedwig without her being a phoenix, so either she would have to sit tight in the house (something that I cannot imagine Hedwig doing) until spiders secure the surroundings, or I would have to give her the ability to be immortal, regenerate from death, be ignored by monsters in the forest, etc. And familiars, from my understanding, aren't exactly magically more enchanted than other animals of the same type; they simply have a deeper connection with the person they are bonded with.