Shifting Magic

By:

Jewl4Life

Pairing:

Fenrir/Harry

Warning:

This is going to be a slash fanfiction. Meaning Male/Male. Or a homosexual pairing. If you don't particularily like those sorts of pairings then please don't read, or if you do then keep any unhelpful, mean, and just plain hatefull coments to yourself. This will also be a cross-over with Animorphs. And lastly, I am a lazy person, so do not expect quick updates. I will try to update as quickly as I can, though review will help motivate me, lol.

Summery:

When Dumbledore died, somehow the killing curse affected Harry. It sent him into another world, another dimension. Now he is stranded in an unknown place with teenagers battling aliens that infest your minds and the only person that can help him survive is Fenrir Grayback, who was dragged along with him.

Chapter 1

Prologue

Harry was at the lower tower staring at Dumbledore, who was being held at wand tip, with shock

Harry was at the lower tower staring at Dumbledore, who was being held at wand tip, with shock. He wanted to scream, to jump and stop Snape from raising his wand and coldly saying the two most deadly words, "Avada Kedavra."

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The green light, so similar to Harry's eyes, formed on the tip of Snape's wand and spread outwards toward the elderly headmaster. Harry looked at each of the figures briefly. First he saw Draco, pale and trembling, his eyes wide from the shock of Snape's sudden arrival. His wand was pointing slightly downwards, a testament to his unwillingness to kill.

Then he looked towards the two unknown Death Eaters, the man and woman, both seemed eager for Dumbledore's imminent death. Eager for the green light to reach its target. His eyes then took in Severus Snape himself. Somehow Harry was able to look through the mask and see the pain this desperate act done by an equally desperate man. The man who got a second chance and knew he would get no more.

At last Harry looked to the last figure, who was crouching and had a mad grin on his bloody face. Long, matted, silver hair ran down his back and sharp fangs wet with young children's blood.

Right when the agonizingly slow curse reached its mark, the figure, Fenrir Grayback, looked straight at Harry. It was as if he could sense Harry's close scrutiny. The green curse spread throughout Dumbledore and feasted on his magic and life force like a parasite. Taking all for itself and leaving nothing to support and keep the old man's soul. As the parasitic curse finished its feast on the headmaster, it followed invisible connections and appeared around Harry, pulling him into darkness and unknown...

TBC...

I hope you liked it so far, sorry it's so short! Please tell me what you think and if you have any idea for the story tell me!