Prologue: The Attack

Harry was at the park nearby the Dursley's house after finishing the chores he is forced to do as usual and it had gotten quiet late and the moon was in the sky. He was at the swings when he heard a strange rustling sound from the nearby bushes.

Harry's POV:

"wait that's not what I think it is. Just great as if my night couldn't get any worse it's a werewolf!" "my best chance is to get away from it, well here I go". I thought, as I leaped off of the swings and took off running, but it was all for nothing as the werewolf quickly caught up with me, not to let it's prey get away it quickly bit into my side and expressed happiness that it's prey seemed to give up but this happiness was short lived because it was soon attacked by a wizard who had been watching Harry and had been too late to prevent Harry from being bitten

"you okay Harry?" asked the man,

"yeah I am fine other than this bite in my side, it really hurts" I said mere seconds before fainting.

"oh great well I better get him to the outpost" exclaimed the man.