Hi! Here's another fic from me! See how ya like it!

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Chapter One - Wolf

Sixteen year-old Harry Potter was stretched out on his bed in #4 Privet Drive,
dying... yeah, dying of bloody boredom that is. It was aabout 12:20 AM and full moon was bright. Suddenly, he made up his mind.

'I'm bored as hell, so I'm just gonna go... right now.' Harry had changed alot over the summer. He was now taller, had more muscles, and had changed his style quite drastically. He'd finally got some sense and started buying clothes through owl post.

So he put on a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black pair of boots, and finally a black leather jacket. The clothes, along with his black messy hair, deep green eyes, and tan he'd gotten from working in the Dursleys garden all summer,
made him look intimidating and dangerous. He put all of his clothes, books, and everything else he owned into his trunk. He used a shringing spell, and put it into his pocket.

He was ready, he crept down the stairs, wincing when a floorboard creaked, but made it out the front door. Pulling out his wand, (AN: don't you dare.) he raised it to shoulder level. With an impossibly loud BANG, the violent purple, triple-decker Knight Bus appeared.

He stopped Stan Shunpike before he started ranting by simply glaring, thrusting money at him, and grunting "Grimmauld Place" He must have spaced out because the next thing he new, he was outside #12 Grimmauld place.

He fished out the key Sirius had given him, and unlocked the door. The second he shut the door, he restored his trunk to it's normal size, and threw his jacket in.

The house seemed empty. He frowned. "Sirius? Remus? Anyone?" He suddenly heard a snuffling sound. "Hello?" More strange noise. Suddenly, a wolf came sprinting out of the living room, it launched itself at Harry. The last thing he remembered was extreme pain in his right arm where the beast had bitten him, and then sweet, blissful, oblivion.

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Well there it is! There's lots more where that came from! REVIEW! Please?

Tru