Play Dead

Chapter 1

Harry was taking the trash out for his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were off having a Father/Son night. Harry and Petunia had lately been on good terms, since Harry had saved her son from the Demeontors, last year. Harry had just put the bag in to the trash can when something from the left lunged at him, biting his arm violently; slinging him around like a rag doll, till finally the creature let go of the latter's arm sending him flying into the trashcans. With great difficulty Harry got up on shaky legs with his wand out pointed at the creature.

This was the first time the young man had the chance in getting a good look at his attacker, Harry gasped much to his surprise Greyback in werewolf form stood in front of him, Harry could see blood, 'his' blood down the front of the wolf-man. "What are you doing here Greayback? What do you want?" asked Harry in a shaky voice; well knowing the werewolf could not answer, the reply was a piercing howl that ripped though the sky.

"Expelliarmus" he yelled as Greyback lunged at him again. The werewolf caught off guard ran into the distance.

Harry limped to the front door where Petunia had stood looking wide-eyed, as she saw the short yet painful fight with the wolf man. "Harry what was that?!" she yelled as she helped him into the house and locked the down tightly. "Werewolf" he muttered and winced and his aunt pushed a rag onto the wound. "Werewolf? Here?" she asked worriedly. Harry nodded numbly "Greyback, he works for Voldemort. Do you still have the floo powder Dumblodor gave you incase of emergency's?" His aunt nodded her mouth open slightly.

" I need you to call him, and pack the things that you need," he said as he stood, the rag still tied to around he bite. " Why pack?" he asked her voice shaking, "the wards aren't working, its not safe here, you can stay at my place." She nodded; she stood from her chair and walked into the living room to the fireplace. Harry limped up the stairs, cradling his injured arm, once he got inside of his room Harry pulled out his wand from his pocket, and muttered a spell that put all his belonging into his trunk.

A sharp pain shot though Harry's chest, he fell to his knees, with a strangled cry. He could feel it, he could fell the wolf inside growing. Hedweg went wild, trying to get as far away as she could. She could sense the growing force building in her master. Harry closed eyes as he drifted into a dark abyss, the last thing he saw was a pair of red eyes.