A/N: I do not now nor will I ever own Harry Potter. All I own is this plot and my OCs.

In the shadows of Knockturn Alley, a jaded young woman read through a letter for what felt like the millionth time that evening, and still - the words didn't change. It was a letter from Gringotts regarding her parents wills.

Miss L. Potter,

This letter is to inform you that your parents wills have been unsealed and will be read at 3 o'clock Saturday afternoon. As you are the main beneficiary, you must be there before the wills can be read. Do not be late.

Gringotts Account Manager,

Griphook

An evil grin spread across the girl's face as she read it again, and, slowly, she threw her head back and began to laugh.

A few miles away, in Little Whining, Surry, a little boy with a mop of messy black hair and shocking green eyes lay whimpering in the cupboard under the stairs. His uncle had just thrown him in there after beating him for burning breakfast that morning. He rolled over, a tear rolling down his cheek, and whispered,

"Help me, Lorey, please."

Little did he know that he would soon be rescued by a very angry and overprotective werewolf.

Two houses down, two identical twin girls were in a similar situation in there own home. They had forgotten to clean the blood off the floor from a previous punishment and a neighbor had seen. They had managed to pass it off as one of the girls having fallen and landed on her nose, causing it to bleed. As soon as the neighbor had been seen off and they were sure she was out of ear shot, Jason grabbed the two by their hair and dragged them into the Punishment Room, telling them to strip and prepare for a beating. The door bell rings and he goes to answer it, only to open the door and find himself face-to-face with one very irate werewolf.

Michael Angelus, a Slytherin from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was preparing to enter his third year at the school. He and his father were planning to go to Diagon Alley the next day to get his supplies. That was, of course, if they managed to survive the night under the Cruciatus Curse by his father's latest spouse, he thought bitterly, spitting the blood from his mouth.