Among the Trees

Summary: Drabbles of a OMC!Werewolf/Harry Potter because, for some reason, I'm absolutely in love with werewolves at the moment.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Future slash, OCS.

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Start

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"Um...why are you staring at me?"

Green, green, green eyes ask even as red blossoms across his cheeks.

"Because you smell delicious," Oliver wants to say to the other child even as he tears his eyes away to smile cheerfully. He can smell the other boy's humanness behind his scent (of trees-and-grass and clear-and-clean-breezes-in-the-forest) and knows enough that that's not a human response. Its for this same reason that he doesn't ask "Can I lick you?" and instead tilts his head and asks: "What's your name?"

Green eyes shifts and look around uncertainly before answering with a mumbled "Harry Potter?" like it's a question. Oliver can't keep the wide grin off his freckled face as he grips the other boys thin hand and shakes it rapidly.

"Well, I'm Oliver Pyrites! Wanna play?"

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School

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"Mom wanted to home school me," he tells Harry cheerfully, watching him hungrily devour the extra sandwich he'd convinced his mom to make him for the first day of school. "She doesn't really like people, and thinks that if I go to school with someone she doesn't trust I'll turn into an idiot. But she has to take care of Lydia, Lilith and Laura right now and can't take time off for it."

At Harry's questioning look, he happily goes on: "The three L's are my new baby sisters! Triplets, mom had them four months ago and they're really, really loud. They're always hungry! But they're pretty cute, too. And really, really small! You'll met them someday, okay?"

Harry nods and smiles, finishing his sandwich and taking Oliver's hand again in his again. "I don't have any siblings," Oliver knew the pig-boy was his cousin. He felt a pang of sympathy for green eyes for that. His siblings were really annoying most of the time, but Oliver loved them so, so much it hurt. "Do you have anymore?"

"Oh yeah!" He nods eagerly as he drags Harry towards the swing set. "I have two older brothers, Benjamin and Braxton, they're twins, and another older sister, Lacey."

Harry's eyes go wide. "Oh, wow."

Oliver can't help but laugh, leaning over on his own swing and watching as Harry manages to go scary high with a blissful look on his face.

"Mom always wanted a lot of children. And it's tradition in her family to always name people B or L names. They only named me Oliver because Lacey would only accept having another younger brother if she got to name me, and her favorite book then was Oliver Twist. Mom gave me a B middle name, though. It's Bradley."

"Mine is James," Harry laughs, swinging higher and higher. "What's your Dad's name?"

They chat until the school bell rings again, ordering them back in the building.

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Mud

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Aunt Petunia scowls at him when he trugs into the room, all mud-and-twigs on her pristine and perfect carpet. She ushers him into the shower with a sharp word and scratchy towel and an 'So help me, you're going to clean up the mud when you're done' as if he'd chosen to roll in the mud instead of being pushed in it by Dudley.

Despite the cold, though, he can't help but smile in the safety of the empty shower. Dudley had only shoved him because he had been frustrated when Oliver (Harry's-new-friend) hadn't taken to his threats like the others had and called him a fat slob of a pig.

His cousin was used to people bending over backwards to him, and wasn't used to his demands being met with taunts. He definitely wasn't used to being told 'No'.

So he'd shoved Harry in the mud when Oliver had left (because despite being nine, like them, he had at least a head of height on the and strangely glowly eyes when he snarled at Dudley).

But it didn't matter because he had a friend. Who wasn't intimidated by Dudley. So he swallowed the unfairness of it all (cleaning up the mess when it was Dudley s' fault, and his burnt and dry dinner which consisted of a dinner roll and cheese) and went to bed with a smile.

He finally had a friend.

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Complications

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"Hello dear," Oliver's mom sighs tiredly, little Laura on one hip and Lydia on the other. Lacey was in the corner, cuddling Lilith to herself. "How was school? Satisfactory?"

There's that gleam-in her eyes that says if he doesn't like it, she'll take him out and home-school him herself or get one of the other pack members to. Oliver wouldn't have minded before, but now he has Harry he wants to stay. So he doesn't lie about the humans, and instead says:

"I met a friend!" He says cheerfully, sticking his tongue out and Benjamin when he tries to trip him. "He smells really nice, and has really nice eyes. He doesn't have any siblings, though he has this really smelly human cousin."

"That sounds nice, pup," his mother smiles, siting his little sisters in their high chairs and kissing him on his forehead. "What's his name?"

"Harry Potter!" He offers cheerfully. He's already digging into his after school snack, so he misses his pack's incredulous expressions.

"What?" his mother breathes, jaw hanging open and staring at Oliver as he tore into his pork sandwich.

"Wow, really, Ollie? Benjamin snickers as Braxton smirks and switches the screw driver he'd been using into his other hand. Oliver could see they were still messing with the radio they'd stolen from their neighbor.

"What?" Oliver rolls his eyes and finishes his snack in another huge bite. "He smelled nice? And he was nice."

"What do you mean he 'smelt nice?" Lacey smiles at him, adjusting Lilith on her hip as she moved to snatch the twin's soda. "Nice like mom's Sunday pork ribs, nice like Triple Ls smelt when saw them, or nice like you think he might be a Possible?"

"Not the first," he says, frowning. "He might be a Possible or a Pack Brother? I dunno."

His mother sighs again, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Harry Potter, Oliver? Are you sure?"

Oliver nods again, eying his mother in confusion when she went around muttering about Oliver always being so 'complicated'. "What's wrong with Harry?" He demanded.

His brothers only laughed and shook their heads. "Of course you'd have to go and make friends with the Boy-Who-Lived. Fenrir's gonna bust a tit."

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Well, I'm still alive (for those of you who suspected me dead after so long, if anyone noticed my long absence). For those of you who don't know, I've taken a few years off and haven't really written much. Because of this I'm a bit rusty, and despite knowing I have some projects to start back on, have decided to start writing these drabbles to help me get back into writing again. Hope you enjoy these little drabbles!

And by the by, the Pyrites are OCS (although the name is last name, Pyrites, is canon). Ages are: Lacey 19, Benjamin and Baxter 10 and Oliver 9. Yes, they are all Werewolves.