Harry Potter and the Creature Within
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
Summary: Harry Potter finds himself in a bit of trouble after running away from the Dursley's. He is bitten by a certain werewolf. What will happen to him and how will his friends react? Summer after 5th year.
Chapter 1
Harry Potter was standing at the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. He had walked out of the Dursley's house without them noticing a couple hours before. Harry caught the Knight Bus to get where he was now.
Only hours before, he had had a screaming match with Uncle Vernon. Harry was still having a hard time digesting what had happened at the end of the previous school year, and his relatives screaming at him every time he turned around was not helping. He finally snapped when Uncle Vernon told him Aunt Marge was coming to stay a week and that he should (and would) agree to anything she said. Harry decided that he needed to visit someone from his own world--the Wizarding World.
Harry opened the door to Grimmauld Place. Stepping into the hallway brought so many memories to mind, some good, and some bad. He didn't know how he was going to stay here, without Sirius. Christmas was the last time Harry had seen Sirius before their trip to the Ministry of Magic. If only it was still Christmas and they were all sitting around the table eating Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking...
To Harry's surprise, he couldn't find anyone as he walked through the house. Surely, he had thought, someone would be here. After all, it was the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry froze. He had heard a growl, one that he had heard only once before. It had been the night that he and Hermione had followed Ron, who was being pulled by Sirius into the Shrieking Shack. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about the full moon being that night.
At once he knew it was over. He didn't have a chance of escaping. He started running towards the door. Remus Lupin, the werewolf was right behind him. Harry was so close to the door. Only a couple more feet and I'll be safe, he thought. I just need to get the door open, get out, and slam it shut.
Harry was a foot away from the door handle when he slipped on one of Fred and George's fake wands laying on the floor. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it, and he was right. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was sharp fangs biting into his shoulder.
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