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Fifteen minutes later, Harry walked down the street, pulling his hood up when a car stopped beside him. He reached over his shoulder, spreading his legs wide, reacting instinctively, only to see that it was a childlike blue Volkswagen Beetle, not a dark car.
"Harry!" Daphne's bright, cheerful voice called out. "What are you doing wandering around in the dark? Come to the party with us!"
She leaned out of the passenger window, staring at him. Her boyfriend sat in the driver's seat, trying to act cool but with a sour expression. One of her friends, Lisa, was in the back seat, rolling her eyes and looking bored.
"I have somewhere to be," he said, "but thanks."
"Come on, Harry," she said in her most charming voice. "I want to hear what Mrs. Black had to say to you after class."
"Daphne, let's go already. You wanted to talk to this nerd because of what the professor told him?" Lisa spat out her gum, exchanging an irritated look with the driver.
"Wait, Lisa," Daphne said to the girl in the back. "Harry, get in and come to the party, please."
"Like I said," Harry repeated, turning to walk away, "I've got somewhere to be. Have fun."
"Hey, loser!" Cedric shouted, jumping out of the car, venting his frustration and anger. "Don't turn your back on us and walk away! Daphne Greengrass just invited your nerdy ass to Blake's kegger, and you're gonna refuse? Are you stupid, bro?"
"Keep your voice down," Harry said, glancing up and down the dark street. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"Keep my voice down?!" Cedric yelled, stepping closer to Harry. "You're telling me to my face, huh? Say it to my face!"
He screamed at the end, and Harry saw the punch coming even before Cedric knew he was going to throw it. Just like the day before, the world seemed to slow down. He saw the boy's hips move, his foot shift back, and his hand begin to clench into a fist, more likely to break his hand than Harry's face. At that same moment, Harry noticed a glint of dull silver eyes far down the street. A shape surged forward with terrifying speed, a mass of black fur and muscle, long dagger-like fangs as it charged at Harry and the other kids.
With a near-casual motion of his left hand, Harry broke Cedric's jaw, striking the boy's face with the heel of his palm. The sound of breaking bone was audible and sickening. Cedric collapsed to the ground, a silent scream of pain escaping his throat, his trembling hand clutching his face. The girl in the back seat jumped out, screaming hysterically and angrily, running to Cedric.
Daphne watched Harry with a kind of detached fascination, making her the only one who noticed the enormous black wolf lunging at the tall youth. Harry's sword flashed out of its sheath, slicing the wolf's neck, the silver blade gleaming in the moonlight. The beast was thrown aside, rolling on the ground with a loud whine of pain. It leaped up, ran across the lawn, and jumped over a fence.
Harry looked down at the two oblivious kids, Cedric still moaning in pain while the girl tried to comfort him. Then he glanced at the car and saw Daphne, who had stepped out, her face filled with admiration and a strange fascination as she stared at him.
"Who are you, Harry Potter?" she asked, her beautiful face showing no fear.
"I don't know," he said honestly, then looked towards the house where the werewolf had disappeared. "But I need to get out of here. I fear there are more of them."
"I'm coming with you," Daphne declared, grabbing her bag from inside the car. At that moment, her friend looked up, her face terrified.
"He broke Cedric's jaw, Daphne. He's a fucking psycho. Don't go near him!" Then she turned to Harry. "I'm calling the cops, you asshole!"
"You should," the handsome young man said, "but Cedric had violence in his heart and reaped what he sowed."
With those words, he turned, sheathed his sword, and began running up the street. Daphne shrugged apologetically, glanced at Cedric, who looked at her pitifully.
"I think we should break up," Daphne said. "Sorry, it's not me, it's you."
Then the beautiful girl ran up the street after Harry. Lisa helped a crying Cedric to his feet and followed her friend. There was something about Harry, the way he stood with that sword. He didn't look like a kid going to play dungeons and dragons with his friends, as she had initially thought. It suited him, made him look formidable, not foolish. Her frown turned into a sigh of annoyance as she saw Cedric's tear-streaked and pitiful face looking at her.
"Let's go get a beer, Cedric," she said, leading the boy back to the Beetle.
BECKA RACED AFTER LOGAN, wondering what the hell was going on but feeling exhilarated and excited. His long legs kept him just ahead of her despite her excellent fitness from soccer and cheerleading.
"Harry!" she called out, "Wait!"
He stopped, looking back at her with irritation.
"What are you doing?!" he asked. "This is really dangerous, and honestly, I have no idea what's going on!" His voice hissed with anger and frustration. But as he resumed running, scanning the darkness for enemies, she knew his anger was at the situation, not at her.
"Seriously," she panted, running alongside him, "what the hell is going on? Was that a wolf or a dog that attacked you?"
"I don't know," Harry replied. "Honestly, I don't know anything. I'm heading to Mrs. Black's house. She should have some answers."
"Wait, where are we going?" She managed to keep her voice low, but she still sounded shocked.
"I don't think she's a professor, but I have no idea what she and her sisters are. I met her last night, or ran into her; she was being attacked by a bear, and I stumbled onto this sword. I hit the bear with it and killed it," Harry babbled as they walked down the street, saying it all aloud for the first time, which scared him a bit. Daphne stared at him like he was crazy, but she listened intently.
"Then, when the bear died, it turned into a man. The woman got sick from his attack; their claws are poisonous or something. But I didn't know that, so I took her through the fog, but the fog parted, and I stumbled onto... never mind. Then I saw I was also cut and stabbed, and that's the last thing I remember before I passed out. Oh, and Narcissa and her two sisters. I think they put me back in my room at home, but if they did, they changed me, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Oh, and I also think a pack of werewolves has been following me all day. At least, I think so; it could just be a bunch of thugs."
He stopped and turned to Daphne, a crooked smile on his face that she found charming.
"Either it's all true, or I'm insane and made it up in my head."
"The swords are real," she said, "and I saw that wolf, which was definitely not normal. So, until proven otherwise, it's safer and more fun to trust you."
"Thank you," he said, smiling at her. "Let's go see if your trust is well-placed."
With that, he turned down Privet Drive. After a few yards, he slowed, his alertness suddenly heightened, and the hairs on his neck warned him of approaching danger. He reached up and drew his long sword, gripping it with both hands.
"I think we have company," he said.
"More?" Daphne asked, turning to put her back to his, scanning the darkness where his nod indicated. "Do you have another sword?"
He almost turned around to look at the girl, he was so shocked. At school, she was endlessly charming and sociable, the object of every man's affection. She was also intelligent and an excellent athlete, which he never thought was fair. Now, however, in the face of nameless fears in the night, she also demonstrated true bravery.
"Here," he said, dusting off the sheath and handing it to her, "it's the best I can do."
"Thanks," she said with a grimace, but deep down she was grateful. The sheath was steel and fit well in her hand.
They crept down the alley, backs to each other. When Harry felt a tingling, the hairs on his neck stood on end.
"Now!" he shouted, and he more sensed than saw the dark shapes that flew at them from both sides.
He moved instinctively, the sword coming to life in his unskilled hands, and the world became crystal clear again. His footwork was weak, and the swing threw him off balance a bit, but his agility and speed helped him as he twisted through the air. He felt the wolf rush past him, turning to attack, but it only caught air. His blade struck another in the side, sinking deep into the creature's ribs.
Daphne stood with her back against the brick wall, threatening anything that came close. However, the creatures were focused on Harry.
He turned and struck as another beast lunged straight at him, his sword smashing into the creature's skull with a disgusting crunch of bone and brain. Its momentum threw it into Harry, and he fell to the ground with the corpse. As he got up, he was surrounded by sharp, cinnamon-scented smoke, and the stinking, black fur of the beast crumbled under the touch of death. The body on the ground was that of a middle-aged man, with a protruding belly and soft, pudgy fingers.
One of the wolves, sensing Harry's mortal vulnerability, turned its attention to Daphne. It saw the young woman as easy prey. It leaped at her with snapping jaws, intending to bite her and crush her, but she sidestepped and struck with the cutlass in a perfect swing. The blunt steel sank into the beast's ribs, breaking a few, and it screamed and retreated into the darkness, moaning in pain.
Harry stood, panting heavily, straining his ears for more enemies. He felt the tension leave his neck and sighed in relief.
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