/Hello! Welcome to a crossover of Hardy Boys and Harry Potter! I hope you enjoy this awesome story of mine.

Ok, so Joe and Frank are going to be younger. Frank is going into Junior year and Joe is going into Sophomore year. So that means Frank is 16/17 and Joe is 15/16. If I'm correct, that means Joe is Harry's age(this will be taking place when Harry is in Year 5 at Hogwarts).

Please remember that this is just a fanfic and that you don't have to like it or read for that matter. Also, no hate comments! I dislike them very much and I know other authors dislike them too. Please be respectful of my fanfic idea.

Anyways, enjoy the story!/

Joe's POV

I look over at Frank as we sneak through the woods. I glance at my watch to see that it's 11:59. The full moon peaks through the leaves as we continue to walk foreword.

"You see anything Frank," I ask my brother.

"Not yet. Let's hope that Mr. Walter was right about the wolf appearing on the full moon," Frank tells me as we hear a howl.

"I guess so," I tell him. "Also, why did he ask two teenagers like us to go out in the woods around midnight, on a full moon, to find a wolf? I mean, the wolf could be a werewolf for all we know," I say as we head towards the howl.

"We aren't going to fight it Joe. He ask us to confirm that he's not crazy about the strange wolf," Frank reminds me.

"I know that!"

"Quiet now. We are close," Frank whispers to me as we creep quietly closer to where the wolf is.

We hide behind some bushes. I peak over them and I see a creature.

"What is that? It's like a humanoid-wolf thing," I whisper as I look at it.

Frank pulls his camera out and he quickly snaps a photo of it.

"Alright let's go," Frank says as I nod my head in agreement.

We are about to turn and leave, when the wind suddenly change. We freeze and we glance towards the wolf. The humanoid-wolf stands still and sniffs that air. My eye widens as the humanoid-wolf turns towards us.

"Run," Frank tells me as we scramble up as we run away from the wolf.

The wolf howls as we continue to run. I glance to my right to see Frank running right next to me. I hear the humanoid-wolf chase after us as we continue to run through the woods.

"Look out," Frank says as I turn to see the wolf leap at me.

Frank pushes me out of the way. I fall onto the ground and I then hear Frank cry out.

"Frank," I say as I look over to see the wolf holding him on his left forearm.

I stand up and I grab a fallen branch, that happens to be next to me. I use it as a bat and I hit the wolf in the back of it's head. I then hit him in the eyes and he releases Frank. The wolf growls and he faces me. I swing the branch once more and I hit the wolf across the face. I then stand between my brother and the wolf.

"Yeah! You better run," I say as the wolf turns and runs away from us.

I drop the branch and I turn towards Frank to see him holding his left arm.

"Frank! Are you alright?!"

"Yeah. I'll live," Frank tells me as he stands up. "Thanks. Let's head home now."

"You should be going to a doctor," I say as we start walking towards where we parked the van.

"I'll see one in the morning. It's late and Dad wants us home before 1:30," Frank tells me.

"Alright fine! But we are going to clean that wound and I'm staying with you for the rest of the night! Also, I'm driving us home," I tell Frank.

"Deal."

We walk out of the woods and I spot our van. Frank gives me the keys and we enter the car. I start it up and we head home.

"We can't tell Dad what happened until tomorrow," Frank tells me.

"Why?"

"Because he will freak out."

"Alright. If Dad, Mom or Aunt Trudy is up, I'll distract and you head to our bathroom to get cleaned up. I will then bandage you up and we can have a sleepover in your room," I tell Frank.

"Great idea Bro," Frank says as I smile.

"Why thank you!"

Frank's POV

I look outside as we pull up into our driveway.

"Alright, now it's time to be ninjas!"

I roll my eyes as we get out of the van. Joe acts like a ninja as I walk towards the front door.

"Come on Frank! We must be ninjas," Joe whisper-yells at me.

"They already know we are home. The van isn't really quiet," I remind Joe as he sighs.

"You're no fun," Joe says as he starts walking next to me.

Joe uses the house key to unlock the door and we walk in. I close and lock the door behind us. We then proceed to sneak up the stairs.

"Frank, Joe? Is that you," we hear our Dad call from his study.

"Yeah, it's us," Joe says as I continue to go up the stair. "We'll tell you what happened later."

"Alright. See you in the morning," our Dad says as we sigh in relief.

We hurry off towards Joe's room, since his is the closest. We enter and Joe closes the door behind us.

"I'll see you in a bit," I tell Joe as I head into the bathroom.

"Alright. Just tell me when I can come in."

"I will," I tell Joe as I close the door to the bathroom.

I wince as I slowly take my shirt off. I glance at the wound to see that it's covered in blood.

"It only looks bad because there's blood covering it," I mutter to myself as I finish getting undress.

I step into the shower and I turn it on. The warm water cascades down me as I wash myself. I wince as some soap seep into the wound. I finish cleaning myself and I turn the water off. I get out and I dry myself. I then wrap a towel around my waist.

"Alright Joe, you can come in," I tell my brother as the door to his room opens up.

"That didn't take long," Joe says as he enter with just underwear on.

"No. I just want to go to bed," I tell him as I stiffen a yawn.

"I agree," Joe says as he grabs the first aid kit from under the sink. "The bite doesn't look so bad."

"Yeah. Though it looked worse with all the blood surrounding it," I say as Joe cleans the wound. "Careful," I say as I wince from the sting.

"My bad. Anyways, how you feel?"

"Better than when we were in the woods. You," I ask Joe.

"Tired. Well, you're done. I'm going to get clean now."

"Alright. See you in a bit," I say as I enter my room and I close the door.

I turn my light in the room on. I grab a white t-shirt and some underwear and I put them on. After getting dress, I lay in my bed. I look up at my ceiling as Joe enters.

"Move over Frank. I can't lay down with you hogging the bed," Joe says as I move over a bit. "Gee thanks."

"No problem," I say as Joe climbs into my bed.

"So then, who do you think at werewolf is," Joe ask me.

"We don't have any proof that the wolf we saw is a werewolf. Also, there have been no proof that werewolves even exist," I remind Joe.

"So?"

"Let's worry about that in the morning. It's late and we still need to take a look at the photo that I took."

"Alright. Night," Joe says as he rolls to his side.

"Night."