Harry Potter and the Bite

8th December 1984, 10:33

"I don't want The Freak to come!" This was the sounds heard when the Dursleys decided to take "Ickle Duddikins" to see Gremlins, which had been released the day before.

"Don't worry Dudders, it won't; we can dump the little brat on Mrs Figgs. Can't we Vernon?" Said the ostrich trying to avert one of Dudley Dursleys patented temper tantrums.

"'Course we can Petunia", replied the obese walrus, also hoping to avoid a tantrum. Vernon Dursley was always going to agree to dumping little Harry Potter onto someone else. Why wouldn't he? It meant he could be free of the boy's freakishness for an evening, and probably also get a wonderfully healthy meal to add several pounds to his already considerable girth. "I'll pop round now to get rid of the little shit".

This is how Harry Potter came to be at Mrs Figgs house on this fateful day that would change his life forever.

Fenrir Greyback was having a good day. He'd found out from a drunken Mundungus Fletcher earlier in the day where the brat that ended the days of being able to slaughter witches, wizards and muggles daily lived. He staked it out thinking Dumbledore would have placed enough protection on the house that not even a fly would be able to touch the little twat. He was expecting to maybe hear where he went to school and attack him whilst he was there. Of course, with the full moon tonight he was expecting to have to wait a while after slaughtering some muggles. It would show Dumbledore that the Boy-Who-Lived could still be found by those of a darker persuasion.

When he saw a lovely meal walk out of Number 4 Priver Drive with a neglected bespectacled child with black scruffy hair and piercing green eyes, Fenrir couldn't believe his luck. Especially when the juicy meal delivered the boy to one of his muggle neighbours; his werewolf heightened sense of hearing allowing him to now that the fat imbecile was leaving him here with an old, defenceless female muggle for at least four hours, probably a bit more.

Having fought against James Potter and Lily Potter, Greyback could see that the family resemblance, letting him know that the abused child was Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Needed-To-Die-To-Bring-Back-The-Good-Times. It was time to find a way to bring back the good times.

Greyback was anything but stupid. He knew Dumbledore would have some of the Order that were around back in the good ol' day's guarding the Dursley household. He was correct in his assumption; unfortunately for Mr Potter, Mrs Figgs and Mr Fletcher, the Order member hiding in Arabella Figgs' bushes was Mundungus Fletcher. Also unfortunately, he had been drinking firewhiskey all day and his pipe did not currently contain tobacco.

All this was not unfortunate for Mr Greyback, in fact it was the complete opposite. The combination of his pipe and the firewhiskey meant that "Dung" didn't even notice Greyback was approaching him until Greybacks sharpened teeth were biting into his throat. Even then he didn't realise he was in any danger until Greyback tore his windpipe out, thus stopping him from making any noise other than a few quiet gurgles. Mundungus Fletcher then collapsed to the ground, his blood mixing with his spilt firewhiskey as his short, crime-filled life ended.

Greyback felt he rewarded Fletcher for his earlier information by giving him a relatively quick death. He definitely hoped he could make the muggle bitch scream a bit before she died. He didn't want the muggle authorities to interrupt however so he searched Fletcher for a wand so he could set up silencing charms as well as use the cruciatus on her.

He found four wands on Fletchers person, three of them obviously being stolen. Greyback put them all into his shabby robes, after finding out which worked best for him.

A quick alohomoralater and a few silencing charms and he was in. He quickly located Potter and the muggle in the living room surrounded by copious amounts of cats. Oh, Merlin how he hated cats. "Excuse me, who are y- oh shi-"

"CRUCIO"

As her pained screams echoed throughout the house he drifted of thinking about how, in the old days he would be doing this with Death Eaters backing him up to defend against the Order. Of course, the Death Eaters would be casting the cruciatus but he still got to rid the body apart and turn the children. There could be no survivors tonight. He was drawn out of his thinking by a pained scream from the muggle bitch.

"YOU WEREWOLF BASTARD!"

The cruciatus stopped immediately. "'Ow the fuck does a muggle know I'm a fuckin' werewolf?!"

"I-I-I-I'm a squ-squ-squib" gasped Mrs Figg shaking from the effects of the Curse.

"Dumbledore set you up 'ere didn't 'e!"

"Y-y-y-yes, t-to protect H-Harry from b-b-bastards like you".

"The change is soon" proclaimed Greyback. "'Ow does it feel to fail tha' little shit?"

"Kill me or I swear to Merlin, I'll remove your ugly, fucking head!"

"Crucio"

Greyback held the cruciatus until the change took hold, forcing him to drop the wand in spasms of pain. "Harry, go to the kitchen and get me a knife and the keys with the silver cat key ring". Harry did so and gave Mrs Figg both a kitchen knife and the keys she requested. She squeezed the key ring twice. "We'll be ok now Harry".

"Minerva, I know you and Severus disagree in punishments, but Severus is their Head of House, so punishment falls to him".

"I know that Albus, but they don't seem to be getting punished for Cursing poor Charlie of his broom, Gryffindor really can't afford to train a new Seeker and Molly is absolutely fumi-"

Professor McGonagall stopped talking at that point due to the excessive noise produced by an instrument resembling a cat on one of the many bookshelves around the edge of the room. Albus Dumbledore looked at it in shock and sadness.

"Albus, what is that?" Enquired Snape.

"It is a signal from Arabella Figg. She is being attacked by a magic user." Another alarm went off on the shelf. "We must go to Arabella's house immediately! Harry Potter is being attacked. Portus." Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Filius Flitwick and Pomona Sprout all touched the quill that was now a portkey and disappeared.

Harry Potter knew he was having a nightmare. He also knew he was going to be beaten in the morning for waking everyone up with his screams of terror. Right now, he didn't care. He had just watched this man point a stick at Mrs Figg to make her scream in pain before then turning into a big wolf and tearing her apart. She managed to stab the kitchen knife into the wolfs shoulder before dying, but that didn't seem to be very effective. As the enraged wolf glared at him, Harry thought "This is it. I am about to die. At least Dudley didn't beat me to death."

Then the wolf attacked.

Harry managed to lift his right arm up before the wolf was upon him, jaws tearing into his arm. Strangely though, his arm wasn't the most painful part if him. It was his scar.

As the wolf shook him about, black ichor sprayed from his distinctive lightning bolt scar.

It was to this scene the professors arrived to. Looking in the window of Mrs Figgs house they could see a large wolf shaking a small child. The professors watched in horror as the werewolf released its grip, throwing Harry through the window to land broken and battered with his skin cut to ribbons by the broken glass.

The werewolf stared at the professors before launching itself through the smashed window to attack the professors.

"Avada kedavra." The green light flashed illuminating the entirety of the grisly scene, before impacting with the midair werewolf. The naked corpse of Fenrir Greyback fell to the ground.

McGonagall, Dumbledore, Flitwick and Sprout all stared in shock and horror at Snape, the one who cast the Curse. "Oh I'm sorry did you want to be mauled to death by a Dark Creature."

"Pomona take Mr Potter to Poppy, Severus stay here, you'll have to make a statement, Minerva, Filius, stay here, you are both very respected, that should help deal with the incompetents from the ministry. Portus." With that, Dumbledore gave Sprout the portkey made from a silver cat ornament that used to be on Mrs Figgs windowsill.

A/N To avoid being sued I have to mention that I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own most of the characters in this story. I cannot afford to be sued which should tell you that I am not J K Rowling.