Cwn Annwn

A Harry Potter/ X-men crossover

Originally: Wolfeli by amycakes

Pairing: Harry/ Logan

Rating: T for now, may become T+ or M

Harry Potter, also known as the Boy-Who-Lived, was lost in thought as he walked around the lake. He treasured these moments, at night when he could think peacefully. It was his 6th year at Hogwarts and Harry was dreading it. Based on his past experiences, who wouldn't be, ever since he found out that he was a wizard he had to face Tom Riddle (or some form of him) in some major battle towards the end of the school year. Except for his third year when he was reunited with his Godfather, Sirius.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his arms tighter around his body. The thought of Sirius pained him.

It's only been a couple months since the ministry fiasco, and constantly Harry runs over the events in his head. If only, If only.

Harry sank to the damp ground and put his head in his hands. Why?

Crack. The sound echoed from the forbidden forest.

Harry jumped up and drew his wand. He peered into the trees to find the source of the sound.

Suddenly a dark blur leaped at him from the forest. Before Harry even had time to utter a spell he was knocked to the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his leg and everything went black.

Harry woke up and was blinded by light shining right in his eyes.

'Hospital wing.' he thought as he threw his arm over his eyes and groaned a bit. He heard someone moving around and then the light was gone.

He uncovered his eyes and sat up. The light from the outside still streamed in through all the other windows, except to one that had been directly on Harry, which was closed.

Harry absentmindedly reached for his glasses and put them on. Everything was blurry, He took them off to clean them but he realized that he could see better without them. The world was clearer to him now. He could see every speck of dust in the air, he could see the wood grain of the bed across from him. Colors were brighter than they ever had been. This new information scared him.

"What's going on?" He wondered aloud.

A voice next to him made him jump.

"What do you remember from last night Harry?"

He turned to see Professor Dumbledore sitting on the chair next to his bed. Harry thought about it.

"I was taking a walk, to clear my head and…"

Harry glanced over at Dumbledore who nodded for him to go on.

"…I heard something in the forest. I turned to see what it was and…umm…I don't remember."

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, my boy, last night you were attacked. The thing with this magical creature that attacked you is that if you get bit by it, you are turned into it. Much like a werewolf. However, unlike a werewolf, that can be controlled through the use of a potion, this type of magical creature is resistant to any potions."

Dumbledore paused and sadness over took his face.

"Harry, you were turned into a Cwn Annwn, also known as a Wolfeli to the general population."

Harry vaguely remembered discussing them in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Those are the Hounds of Hell, right?" Harry asked.

"Correct," Dumbledore sighed, "do you remember anything else about them?"

Harry shook his head.

"Cwn Annwn are extremely dangerous creatures that are very instinctually based creatures. There is no controlling them, they thrive in carnage, they destroy anything they come across. Basically they are creatures of war, which is why…"

Dumbledore paused tiring to come up with the words to explain to Harry what will happen next.

"Which is why, Harry, the ministry has a law that says anyone bitten by these animal is sentenced to death." Dumbledore closed his eyes fighting back the tears "I'm sorry my boy, it's out of my hands. The ministry will be here tomorrow."

Dumbledore stood and exited the Hospital wing, leaving Harry alone.

There was only one thought going through his head, "How in the bloody hell am I going to get out of this one?"

Hermione Granger was waiting in the common room for Harry and Ron to come down so they could walk down to breakfast together. While she was waiting she was worrying about Harry. They had arrived on the train yesterday and all throughout the train ride Harry never said one word voluntarily. He had to be asked a question first. And then after he answered the question he wouldn't continue the conversation. She was hoping that some time before classes started tomorrow she could talk to him to see if she could help him.

Hermione was staring at the fire lost in thought when Ron came down the stairs.

"You ready Hermione?" he asked.

"Yeah," She paused, "Where's Harry?"

A look of irritation crossed Ron's face before it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

Ron shrugged "I don't know, he's probably down at breakfast already."

Hermione nodded and lead the way down to the great hall, when they got there she looked around for Harry but couldn't find him.

"He's not here."

Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he'll turn up, he's 16 he can take care of himself."

Hermione nodded but she had the strangest feeling that everything was not alright.

A/N: This story idea came from the wonderful amycakes. I read her story and when I got to the point where she said she was putting it up for adoption I decided that I wanted to adopt it and put my own twist on it. She is planning on rewriting it and I encourage you to read her story, it is amazing. My story will probably end up in a different place than hers did. Thanks for reading, please review