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Full Summary: Abandoned in the New Forest at 2-years-old, young Harry Potter is taken in by a small wolf-pack's Alpha female, thus throwing the Wizarding world into chaos and panic. Now, 14-years-later, he's been found. PAIRINGS UNKNOWN.

Chapter One

Petunia Gladys Dursley was worried. You could tell by the way she wrung her hands and shot her husband Vernon glances from the corner of her pale jade green eyes, nothing at all like the vivid emerald of her younger sister, nothing like the colour of her nephew's large eyes as he watched the only living relatives he had left from a battered second hand car-seat behind Vernon.

Her darling little Dudders was making an absolute racket from his car-seat behind Petunia, either he was hungry or needed a nappy-change; Petunia sighed, she had to admit, her nephew was unnaturally quiet; was it some psychological thing because he'd seen his parents murdered? Did the last moments of Lily Evans' life play in front of his eyes as he slept; prompting him to remain silent as she no doubt begged him in her last moments of life? He never cried and screamed unless it was something important like he'd scrapped his knee or was very, very hungry.

"Vernon, where are we going?" She asked him weakly; he had been brooding over the past week, black moods that made her nervous to be in the same room. She knew he would never raise a hand against her, she knew it! But she'd seen him spank her nephew harder than necessary on many occasions, leaving bruises on the little child's body. She closed her eyes, no her mother was wrong, Vernon was a good man! He was only giving the little Urchin his dues!

But... if he could raise his hand against a child, admittedly a child who often deserved his punishments, what would stop him from raising a hand against her?

It was a terrifying thought as she twisted to stare at her husband with worried jade eyes, his features were more flushed than usual and his watery blue eyes were glittering with something that Petunia did not want to fathom, it frightened her.

"We're going for a walk in the forest." He declared, "Dudley's going to be a famous hunter and he's going to know the ways of the woods!" He exclaimed proudly, glancing over his shoulder to his screaming son. Petunia nodded, OK she could swallow that.

Little Harry watched the two adults with guileless green eyes; something told him that his life was going to change today.

Petunia couldn't believe it, "You left him behind?" She hissed as Vernon got into the car leaving her standing by the open passenger door staring with wide green eyes.

"Yes. If the brat wants to act like an animal he can live like them, then." He stated bluntly keying in the ignition and closing the door, "Get in Pet. I think Dudders is tired." He stated glancing over his shoulder to his son who was snoozing in his car seat having had a fun afternoon upon his father's shoulders grabbing at the leaves over head and punching his cousin when they were sitting in the pushchair.

Petunia shifted, twisting and turning where she stood, hugging herself. What was she to do? One the one hand, she completely agreed with Vernon –as every good wife should, but on the other, Harry was her nephew, her blood! And only a baby! Leaving him in the New Forest when he was only a toddler, it was signing his death warrant! And what if they found out?

"Petunia!" Vernon barked, silencing her internal debate. "Get into the car." He growled threateningly. Her eyes widened and Petunia hurriedly slid into the leather upholstery and closed the door, the loud CTHUNK sounding like the final thud of a guillotine or the trap-door of the gallows opening beneath her feet.

The car drove off and Petunia couldn't help but think... had she done the right thing?

The She-wolf watched them from the shadows of the river-bank, the fat two legger was dragging a cub – not his, their scents were far too different -bythe arm; the cub's small legs hardly keeping up forcing the fat two-legger to carry the cub more-often than him walking. The fat one smelled like sickness, unhealthy and sweaty, the thick reek of aftershave –not that she knew what it was called, was thick from him added onto the scent of another cub. The other human cub was definitely the fat one's cub.

The fat one suddenly stopped and spun the cub around to face him, holding him by the shoulders, Fat growled lowly at the cub who was shaking and nodding, keeping his eyes on the floor avoiding eye contact. Fat suddenly pushed the cub to the floor and got to his feet, barking over his shoulder and noisily leaving, the cub watching him go without moving from his spot on the floor.

If she could frown, she would have. Two-leggers are strange creatures. Did they not know that leaving one of their cubs in this place without protection is inviting their death?

She settled herself down to watch over the two-legger cub. She was a mother herself, she would hate to find one of her own dead, so she would protect this cub and ensure another mother did not have to suffer like that.

She waited until sunset.

Harry frowned from where he was sat on the grass, watching the dappled sunlight dance across the dirt path in front of him; Uncle Vernon said he would be right back... what was taking him so long? He was hungry, not to mention cold and he needed someone to change his nappy.

The black haired 2-year-old looked up at the darkening sky and shivered wrapping his arms around his diminutive frame, the thick woolly hand-me-down from his cousin and a pair of cotton shorts upon his legs were not all that insulating and as the sunset – lighting the sky up in gold, pink and purple light – carried on, it would only get colder for Little Harry.

And still Uncle Vernon had not returned to take him back to his cupboard. Harry sighed heavily in the manner he had often heard his Aunt when he'd started crying in hunger, she would feed him but Uncle Vernon would often ignore him or spank him for being a loud ungrateful brat. It was now that Harry began to sniffle, he did not cry, there was no point if no one was there to hear him. No matter what his Uncle said, Harry was not a stupid child.

The she-wolf wuffed impatiently, her pack would be getting worried by now, especially her cubs, but she couldn't leave this little one on his own. A life was precious, one of the most precious things to a wolf was new life, they brought the future, and while wolf's were very much creatures of the present, she did not deny the need for the future.

She got to her feet and padded over to the cub who turned around so fast he fell over before pushing himself up to watch her, he had the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. They were such a vivid colour; they made the sun-dappled grass outside her den appear dull and washed out in comparison. She approached warily as the cub watched her, he wasn't afraid; he was wary and curious but not afraid. Which was an unusual reaction from the Two-leggers, they were either afraid or angry when they knew of her existence.

He smelt male, obviously, older than her cubs yet young by the Two-leggers' standards, they were such strange backward creatures. Her nose told her that one day he would be a formidable creature, power would practically reek from him. There were no tell-tale signs that would tell her he was somehow wrong, that there was a hidden weakness that would carry him away before he attained his growth or stunt and cripple him before gaining his full potential. No, this pup, given decent food and shelter would be as useful when old and frail as he would in his prime. She knew these things, knew it in the same way she knew, when testing a flock of deer for weakness, which ones were vulnerable and just how vulnerable they were.

The Two-legger cub reached out hesitantly for her, she obliged, lowing her head for his tiny fingers to run through the fur on her forehead, she closed her eyes in pleasure when those clever little fingers scratched behind her ears. Oh, she would have to keep this one around. Her tail wagged eliciting a giggle from the pup, the she-wolf nosed forward, bumping into his chest to which the child laughed again and hugged her around the neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

The she-wolf gave a low growl of affection as she took the two-legger cub in her jaws, using his outer pelt to hold him (the T-shirt) the cub went perfectly still as all good cubs would when picked up by their mother's and the wolf started off at a lazy trot toward her den deep in the woods.

She would have to be careful with the little one, her pack-mates may mistake him for food and she must make herself clear to them. He was now her cub and none of them would turn him out without suffering her anger and tooth. The two-legger cub was watching the forest around them as she travelled to her den,she would have to care for him until he was capable of caring for himself. But she had no idea how long that would take.

The she-wolf gave the wolf-version of a sigh. She was too old for this.

Her den was situated across broken terrain, deep in the woods close to bear territory, a dangerous place in the Spring when the bears went in search of meat to recover from their winter of hibernation but so far removed from the rest of the forest and on such broken terrain – despite the fact that it was like a high-way for her pack – ensured that no Two-leggers ventured this close.

She padded into the clearing and paused looking around, the clearing was deserted and she could hear the faint yipping and scuffling from her cubs play-fighting in the den. The rest of them must have gone hunting, she decided and dropped the human cub, nosing him toward the den.

Their den was set in the roots of a rather old oak tree that was leaning to an exceptionally odd angle with rough terrain circling the small clearing of dirt and grass. Little Harry crawled into the darkness of the tree roots, enveloped in darkness, he saw three sets of glowing eyes fix on him in the gloom and he panicked, desperately back peddling into the she-wolf who was nosing him. She sighed again in the peculiar way that wolves do and gave him a sharp nip on the shoulder, urging him into the den. Harry squeaked slightly but never the less crawled into the large spacious den and was greatly surprised as the she-wolf stepped over him and light streamed into the small underground niche, giving it a faint but warm light from the still setting sun.

The three cubs fell over each other to sniff and paw their new brother who in turn mimicked them and laughed when exuberant tongues went for his face and tiny yet sharp teeth gnawed on his black hair. The she-wolf watched all this silently with amused amber eyes, she sighed again drawing attention to herself from her cubs who suddenly raced away from the human cub to their mother, clustering around her belly and fixing themselves to the source of all that is good in their worlds: her milk swollen teats.

Harry crept forward shyly on his hands and knees, following the examples of the furry grey puppies under the watchful gaze of the grey wolf who sniffed him imperiously before licking his cheek and laying back head resting upon her paws. Harry looked at the cubs who were still greedily suckling and reached for one of the grey/pink nipples on her stomach, squeezing it experimentally and shocked himself as a small squirt of some translucent white liquid shot out. The boy took his hand away quickly and stared at the stuff coating his fingers curiously, he'd never seen anything like it, it reminded him of pee-pee but that stuff is yellow, not white.

He carefully licked his finger and almost reeled in surprise, it tasted good! The black haired boy crawled forward and greedily fastened his mouth onto the teat and suckled along with his new siblings. After all, he was a growing boy!

It was the early hours of the morning when the rest of the pack returned, their bellies heavy with meat to almost double take at the sight that greeted them. The female, who was known as Alkalin in their pack, was fast asleep, head on paws, her tail curled around her three cubs and a single human child who was nestled between them –also fast asleep.

Swift looked to his brother, the father of the cubs, to see his reaction. Nighteyes was surprised but not displeased, confused but not hateful. It looked as if the human cub would remain with their pack, especially if Alkalin had anything to say on the matter. The bitch(1) was a force of nature in her own right, as mothers most often are.

Black Tip sniffed delicately at the child before looking to them and shrugging in the manner only wolves could. 'He does not smell of threat.'(2) The male informed them before circling the she-wolf and cubs, sniffing them from tail to nose, 'Alkalin and the cubs are healthy. We can sleep. Two-leggers have not come this way.' He told them before stalking off to the corner and curling up, tail to nose, and closing his amber eyes to sleep off the meat in his gut.

Swift sighed sitting on his haunches and scratching the side of his head before getting back up and laying down to the left of the entrance of the den, 'Sleep brother.' The slender wolf told Nighteyes, 'We will deal with this when we wake.' He stated likewise closing his eyes leaving his brother Nighteyes and the other two, another female and male to their own devices.

Nighteyes sighed and circled his mate as the rest of the pack found their sleeping places and settled himself down at her back, head resting upon herhaunches and went to sleep. The morning would decide young Harry's fate.

Until then, they slept.

(1) Bitch meaning female dog. For this, Swift is calling herfemale this is not meant as an insult. As such, the males are known as Dogs, females Bitches. For those of you who might not know.

(2) Wolf is Laconic, itsa rather sparse way of speaking. Using the least amount of words as possible. Look it up in a dictonary if you're not happy with my crappy explanation. X3

Very short chapter so far. Don't worry; the second one will be longer. Promise.

R&R Please. Constructive criticism welcome, flamers will be eaten. If you wanna bitch take it elsewhere.

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