A/N: Ok, new fic guys :) I know I don't exactly have any record what so ever of finishing fics, but they're fun while they last, ne? Beta'd by my dearest daughter Ambo, daddy loves you! She chose the title lol.

W O L F G A N G

The full moon shone brightly over a quiet Privet Drive, the only inhabitant visible being a lone boy walking aimlessly from his home to the small park on the other end of the street.

'Home. As if it could be called that,' the boy thought sardonically.

For this was no ordinary boy, with no ordinary home. No, young Harry Potter did not think of the place where he was treated worse than a house elf to be a 'home'. A few months ago, he would of Hogwarts as his home, but in what kind of home are trolls allowed to roam; giant three-headed dogs are squeezed into rooms easily unlocked by a simple first year spell; monstrous killer snakes kept underground and animagi left unchecked? Not to mention dangerous tournaments held which kill-

'Cedric…' Harry ended his thoughts despairingly. Sweet, caring Cedric who always treated him like a person. Not just any person, but one that was to be treasured.

Harry and Cedric's relationship ran deeper than anyone else knew…On the surface, casual friends who met in the library, perhaps discussing the death-defying tournament they were both involved in. Under all that, secret meetings by the lake at midnight, talking about their likes and dislikes, friends, dears, this and that, every subject under the moon which now glowed so brightly above Harry,

Unlike Ron or Hermione, Cedric never brought up Voldemort, his parents or his being the Boy-Who-Lived. Cedric just treated Harry as Harry. It was this understanding of each other that brought them together, and eventually their relationship grew until it was more than just friendship.

No longer were there just stolen conversations, but stolen kisses and heated glances across corridors. No longer did they fear for a friend when they fought against dragons and mer-people, but for a lover.

'Not that we ever got that far,' Harry thought as he kicked a rock to the side and unceremoniously dumped himself in the only swing in Little Whinging that hadn't been destroyed by delinquents (such as his whale-shaped cousin Dudley).

Looking up at the sky, the full moon shone down on Harry, bathing his pensive face in pure white light.

"Full moon..." he murmured to himself. "I wonder how Remus is doing… probably with Sirius," a small smile graced Harry, glad his favourite teacher could once again spend the worst moment of his life with his best friend there to make it better.

No sooner had Harry thought of the kindly werewolf, a growling noise sounded from the side of him. Eyes wide, spinning quickly, Harry only caught a glimpse of the hairy brown creature that lunged at him, before the searing pain in the neck and shoulder caused everything to go black.