Aspect of the Wolf

Author Notes: I owe nothing. Harry Potter is own and copyright by J.K. Rowling. WarCraft is own and copyright by Blizzard. This story is being written solely for fun without seeking profit.

I have attempted to reboot Knight and Honor after the Police took all my stories and are still refusing to give them back as it is 'evidence' of my crimes. I can't focus as I was working on chapters 25 of that story, and they had all my updates and information I made for that story. I can't rewrite what I had lost, so I'm doing a reboot. I apologize if this is troubling, but I hope you all can enjoy. This story should be better written, as well.

This chapter has been rewritten and edited by me! Enjoy!

Chapter 01: The Elven Ranger

Summer had arrived for Surrey, Little Whinging, and it was the same as every summer before. The sun was high in the sky, beating down with its blazing heat. The residents had their fans blasting to keep cool or trying to keep the water cold. The children were all having fun during this summer heatwave.

One boy, with black hair and green eyes wearing oval glasses, was walking around the park with his hands in his pocket and in a foul mood. His name was Harry James Potter, and he was no ordinary boy; he was a fifteen-year-old wizard. He was still underage and a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was very gifted.

Harry Potter was a famous wizard, as his world also knew him as the 'Boy Who Lived,' the only person in history to survive the unblockable killing curse from one of the most dangerous and destructive Dark Lords in history; Lord Voldemort.

The infamous Dark Lord Voldemort has been a nightmare within the region and ran a reign of terror during the last time he was in power. A month ago, the Dark Lord, who had once lost his body, managed to regain his body and force Harry to fight in the duel for his life. Due to luck and information, neither Harry and the Dark Lord didn't know he was able to escape thanks to the effects of the Priori Incantatem spell.

Once he returns to Hogwarts via Portkey, he told Dumbledore at once and even warn the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge of the Dark Lord's return. Dumbledore believed Harry at once, Fudge did not. Fudge was in denial and refuse to believe that a 'deadman' could come back to life. Harry named all the Death Eaters that gathered in the graveyard, and still, Fudge refused to accept the dangers. Fudge canceled the Triwizard Celebration that would have crown Harry as the Champion of the Triwizard Tournament and quickly retreated back the Ministry in London.

Harry, once again, was forced to return to his dreaded aunt and uncle's place; the one place in the world he hated to stay more than anything. His aunt and uncle hated magic, considering it an abomination and a freak. Since Harry was a wizard, their hatred of him only grew even more intense. They did nothing to him, however, in fear of any form of retaliation from Harry's world. Their greatest fear was they would be turned to toads force to feed on flies for the rest of their lives.

That was the least of Harry's problems; he was having nightmares. Every night, he was back in that graveyard where he faced Voldemort and witness the death of Cedric Diggory. Cedric's death was on him, and it bothered him greatly. He started brewing Dreamless Potions so he would sleep peacefully at night. His aunt and uncle at first were against the idea of any kind of magic being used in their house but grudgingly accepted Harry making these potions as it finally allowed them to sleep through the night without Harry screaming in his sleep.

The only problem was he was cut off from his world. He no longer got any letters from his friends, and he didn't even get the Daily Prophet. His two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, rarely ever responded to his letters. He sent his owl Hedwig to them almost daily for a response. Harry sent several letters to Ron asking to come to the Burrow, the Weasley family home in hopes of getting away from his relatives, but Ron denied this request with every letter. Ron said his family was busy and they couldn't take in Harry at the moment. Harry immediately grew suspicious as he's never been denied to come to the Burrow.

Harry then sent Hedwig to Hermione Granger, his other best friend and the smartest witch of their generation. Harry asked her for help and hope to get away from his relatives, hoping she would understand; she didn't. Hermione instead told Harry she was studying and said he would be smart to the same. Reminding him of the importance of completing his homework.

No matter how much Harry wrote – at one point, he wrote twelve letters in one-day pleading for help and to get away – his friends refuse to answer his letters and questions. They just told him to focus on his homework.

Harry couldn't understand why they weren't talking to him anymore. He was getting plagued by his nightmares, and he could almost feel Voldemort was going to march up Privet Drive to kill him.

Harry instead turned and wrote a very long letter – ten parchments worth to the only person left he could turn to – his godfather Sirius Black. Harry told Sirius about his nightmares and what was plaguing him. Harry explain in great detail how much he wanted out and needed a place where he could sleep without being in fear constantly. To Harry's disappointment, Sirius never wrote back, and Harry couldn't help but wonder where his godfather was currently residing.

After two weeks of sending letters non-stop to his friends – Harry stop writing letters to his friends. They would send him letters a couple of days, but Harry gave them to Uncle Vernon to burn, which he was delighted to do.

After his birthday came and went with no word on his removal from his relative's home, Harry was now considering running away. As long as he didn't use magic, he could remain under the radar and stick to the countryside. Food and water would be tough to come by, but he was sure no one would find him if they didn't know where he was staying. Another thought was to leave the country. He could send a letter to Viktor Krum or Fleur Delacour and ask them for help. Harry didn't know either well, but after the events of last year, he was sure both would help him. It was a lot to go on, and he could only rely on hope – no matter how small it appeared.

Harry knew he would have to go to Diagon Alley and refill his gold patch for such a long journey. He would also have to buy a magical storage bag to store food and drinks for the journey. Harry could stay in the Leaky Cauldron, a magical pub, and one of the most famous. The problem was there would be many people who came in and out of the Leaky Cauldron, and he was sure the Death Eaters would find out quickly and capture him before bringing him before the Dark Lord.

The other option was to head towards the Dark Wyvern, a pub in Knockturn Alley that had a reputation of being a haven for dark witches and wizards.

Harry didn't want to go there; it didn't take a genius to know that many Death Eaters and their associates gathered in that pub. Mr. Weasley spoke very ill of that pub and wished the Minister of Magic would attempt to keep tabs on the Dark Wyvern and the residents who gathered inside.

Harry knew countless people would recognize thanks to his scar on his forehead. So Harry would have to disguise himself. There were some muggle items he could use to change his appearance. The only problem was his glasses; he was nearly blind without his glasses. Harry didn't have another pair and knew his glasses would give him away in a heartbeat no matter what disguise he wore.

Harry quickly stops and sees Dudley and his gang picking on a ten-year-old and beating him up for his allowance. Harry would have loved nothing more than to curse his stupid cousin, who was nothing more than a bully. Instead, Harry quickly slips into the tunnel and lets the shadows conceal his presence so Dudley and his gang wouldn't notice.

Harry leans back on the wall and thinks hard about his situation and the choice he had to make. Harry knew from the lack of response from his friends, he would have to stay here until September first and board the Hogwarts Express, where his friends expected him to have a good summer despite knowing he wasn't having a good summer. The other option was to run away, and he would have to do so tonight. Harry could no longer wait for his friends to get him ou, and he would have to do so himself.

Harry was so preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice a small singularity forming inside the tunnel. Harry's attention turned to the uniqueness when high winds began to pick and push the leaves and twigs from the tunnel.

Harry pulls out his wand and holds it at the ready as he eyes the strange circle that was forming inside the tunnel. Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school, but there was an expectation in life-threatening situations.

Harry should have turned and run from the circle that was forming. Instead, Harry found himself standing his ground out of curiosity. The circle was glowing white with strange red rooftops glowing in the distance with an orange setting.

Harry didn't know what this meant, and before he could comprehend the glowing white circle with a city inside – a woman appears from the circle. She walks from the circle and stands in the tunnel and blinks as she looks around. She had long, silver-white hair that seemed like snow. Her sharp piercing blue eyes were beautiful, and her body was nothing more than the image of perfection. Her clothes looked a lot like armor; her blue chest crop top revealed her smooth slim belly. The crop top had a V-cut, making her breast look very large.

Harry found himself flabbergasted by her appearance; he was only able to break this enchantment from noticing one aspect about this woman that he almost missed. Her ears were far larger than normal. Not like a bat's, but rather thin and very pointing. They could have been as long as her head itself. They were unlike any ears Harry's has ever seen before. Harry half wonder if she was a vampire as he's never seen one before.

Harry stands defensively and at the ready. Harry ignored the natural charm of her beauty and began to focus on the problem at hand. Who was this woman, and why was she here? More importantly – Harry needed to know if she was an agent of Voldemort in any way.

Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner blinks as she adjusts to the light and looks at what lay in front of her. She finds herself not in Stormwind like she expected, but rather somewhere else she's never seen before. Silvermoon City wouldn't last much longer, so her older sister, Ranger-General Slyvanas Windrunner, orders her to send word to the newly reformed Stormwind Kingdom for aide and to have their people flee within the safety of Stormwind's walls. The Scourge was plaguing Eversong Forest, and it wouldn't be long before they attack Silvermoon City itself.

Ironforge wouldn't be able to offer any help at all, as they were in the middle of a civil war between three of their clans for the right of succession. Lordaeron has fallen before the Scourge; the only hope the Quel'Dorei had was to seek sanctuary within Stormwind.

That is why Sylvanas wanted to send Vereesa to High King Varian Wrynn to appeal before the human king for support and aid for their people.

Vereesa sees she hadn't arrived in her destination and turns to enter the portal to return to Silvermoon City; only to see to her dismay the portal had already disappeared, leaving her stranded.

"That's just great," Vereesa muttered.

The Silvermoon Mages had failed to send the portal to Stormwind. Vereesa couldn't even begin to fathom on how the mages were unable to form a portal to Stormwind. Vereesa turns back when her ears pick up the sounds of a foot scuffling behind her. Vereesa turns to a young human male wearing strange clothes. They were clothes Vereesa has never seen before.

Vereesa eyes the buildings in the distance and confirms she wasn't in Stormwind and wasn't on Azeroth. The human boy, barely a man, was on edge. Tense, stress, and too alert. Vereesa could see he was expecting an attack. Vereesa didn't hold ill will towards humans, but she knew not all humans respected the High Elves. Grand Marshal Othmar Garithos was well known for his hatred of non-humans and running illegal gladiator rings where non-humans were forced to fight to the death for amusement.

Vereesa stood there and didn't reach for her weapons. The last thing she wanted was to get into a pointless battle with no purpose or meaning. She needed information, but she knew she had to treat the situation with caution. That alone was hard because she could see how handsome the human and found herself for unknown reasons to be very attractive to the human.

Vereesa has studied many languages at Windrunner Spire but preferred her maiden tongue of Thalassian. Vereesa knew common but has never held a conversation in common with a human before. It was bad enough she was sent to Stormwind to speak to the King, but now she had to talk to an unknown, whom Vereesa was guessing to be a mage.

"Greetings, human," Vereesa said politely in common. "I am Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner from Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas. Have I arrived near Stormwind? I must speak to High King Varian Wrynn at once."

The human instead grew tenser and took a defensive stance and showed clear signs he didn't understand a word she said.

'This can't be happening! This human – doesn't understand common? Was he raised by goblins? Gnolls? Kobolds? Or Dragons? How is he going to help me get to Stormwind?!'

Vereesa didn't know what else to do and understood without the ability to communicate with the human, she was stranded in an unknown place. Vereesa started cursing her luck and wonder if the Light had abandoned her to die.

Harry stood on guard and with his wand hidden by his forearm. The strange female spoke in a dialect he couldn't understand. Harry couldn't make heads or tails of the language she was speaking. All Harry could do was watch her closely.

Harry knew without the ability to talk to one another, they were facing a stalemate. They would have to learn their languages, and that could take weeks to even begin to learn the basics of communications. Harry's mind went back to the spell he learned during the time he was looking up when he was preparing for the Third Task.

"I pray the Ministry doesn't detect this," Harry mutters as he raised his wand. "Omnes," said Harry as blue energy surrounds both Harry and the woman. {Allspeak}

Vereesa could see blue energy surrounding herself and the human and knew at once he was a mage. She quickly pulled out a dagger and was about to attack the human as he points his wand at her.

"Stop!" said the boy at once, causing her to stop her attack. For that brief moment, she understood what he said correctly.

"I can understand you," said Vereesa.

"I can also finally understand you," said Harry as both held their choice of weapons at each other firmly. Harry's wand pointing at her chest while her dagger was posed to sink into his chest.

They remain posed like that for a moment, unsure what do to next. Vereesa eyes the human carefully.

'He's a young human boy, not yet a man. Possibly a squire, or an apprentice. His reaction time is superb – one who clearly is experiencing and has seen battles. I'm not sure I would have been able to sink my dagger into him before his counter-attack.' Vereesa thought as she replayed that brief exchange carefully in her mind.

"Who are you?" asks Harry.

Vereesa eyed him carefully and knew that it was polite to give your own name before asking for another. Given the situation and how tense things were, Vereesa was willing to let it go and try to make peace for a potential ally.

"I am Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner," said Vereesa. "I was expecting to be in Stormwind's Mage Quarters. Am I near?"

Harry stood up and lowered his wand. He kept the wand in his hands and didn't do anything but knew the woman had no ties to Voldemort. Still, he didn't know if she was friend or foe.

"There is no Stormwind," said Harry. "not that I know of or heard."

"Where on Azeroth am I?" asks Vereesa.

"Azeroth?" Harry repeated, making sure he understood what she said. Vereesa looks at him carefully. "If Azeroth is a world, then there you're on Earth. This is Little Whinging, Surrey of England."

Vereesa looks at and suddenly came to terms with the horror that happens to her at the realization that she was on another world with no way to return to Azeroth.

"Who are you?" Vereesa said as she sheathes her dagger.

"I'm," began Harry before he hesitated. "I'm Harry Potter."

Vereesa wanted to comment on how strange his named sounded, but she knew it would be rude as she was sure her name was also odd to him.

"I see you're a mage," said Vereesa.

"Mage?" Harry repeated in confusion. "I don't know what a 'mage' is, out here the term is 'wizard.'"

"I have heard the term 'wizard' to describe mages before, but I'm not here to talk. Can you open a portal and send me back to Silvermoon City or to Stormwind? I have to return at once," Vereesa said in one breath like she was running a marathon.

"I wouldn't know how," said Harry. "I'm not even allowed to use magic and only cast that spell so we could talk. Any more magic, and I could get into serious trouble."

Vereesa was about to say something when she a ghastly chill swept through the area at once, silencing everything around them. No children could be heard, no animals, it was like she had been plunged underwater as a very chilling chill began to cause goosebumps to appear on her skin. The hair started to stand up as a horrible chill began to takes hold of her.

Harry was instantly on guard and had his wand out once again and looks around sharply.

"Stay close to me," Harry said in a loud, commanding voice that left no room for argument.

Vereesa didn't even bother to argue. She could see from Harry's body language. This was an enemy attack, and he was on guard. She didn't know who the enemy was, but she would not go down without a fight. She grabs her bow and quickly nocks an arrow on the bowstring.

Vereesa suddenly heard a cry she hasn't heard in a very long time. Not since the Second Great War. The sounds of the Orcs shouting in Orcish over their triumph as they killed countless High Elves during the invasion of Quel'Thalas. Vereesa could see herself fighting at her home in Windrunner Shire. The orcs and trolls were ransacking her home, and she was forced to watch her younger brother Lirath attempting to hold his ground against the onslaught, but quickly got ripped apart from the Horde.

The cries of her family, all calling out and attempting to save each other as the Horde kills them all one by one.

Vereesa shakes her head and tries to forget that dreadful memory and bring her mind back to the present. That was easier said than done as the memory grew stronger and stronger and began to take hold of her. Soon she was lost within the memory.

Vereesa felt warmth touch her arm as Harry holds her and begins to block the memory. Vereesa took deep breathes and realized she was sweating, and despite the cold chill, she was burning up. Vereesa turned to Harry and wasn't surprised at how he was able to be ineffective by this attack.

The sound of a cloak whooshing through the air could be heard behind them, so Vereesa turns to see her enemy. A creature flying in the air with a dark ripped cloak that conceals its body and head. It was moving with pale skeleton-like hands. Vereesa couldn't see the creature's face, given the hood hid the face with darkness. The mere presence of this creature causes Vereesa to feel wobbly-legged as she struggles to stay on her feet.

Harry Potter waves his wand and shouts, "Expecto Patronum," instead silver vapor erupts from his wand before slowly disappearing. Harry shouted the spell, trying to focus on a happy memory, but he produces the same results. The sound of Voldemort laughing and mocking Harry about how his parents died on his feet. "Come, Harry; it might even be painless. I wouldn't know, for I have never died." Harry could feel himself returning to his nightmare.

Vereesa pulls back her bow and fires an arrow with a dense white glow on its arrowhead. Vereesa didn't know what else to do in this situation. Her aim was so bad the arrow missed the creature and hits the roof of the tunnel, causing an explosion with several rumbles falling to the ground.

Another harsh whisper swept past them, and Harry turns around and sees another Dementor coming in from the other side of the park. They had him cut off and trapt. Vereesa Windrunner falls on her hands with sweat pouring down her face. Harry knew she would soon enter her own personal nightmare.

Harry grins his teeth and tries to think of something, anything happy. He tried to think of Ron and Hermoine, but those memories didn't offer him any sort of happiness given the fact they abandon him. Harry had nothing left and felt like an empty husk, and a strange part of him was ready to be kissed, given he had no one by his side.

Harry turns to Vereesa and could see she wasn't fairing well under the Dementor's influence. Her eyes were open but held no presence as she stares into the abyss. Her mind was going blank as she succumbs to her own nightmare.

Another part suddenly snaps inside of Harry. Harry's growing angry and tightens his grip on his wand as he turns the Dementor that was closest to him down the tunnel. For a strange reason, the Dementor didn't approach any further even with Harry and Vereesa weaken by his presence. All Harry suddenly knew he had to defend Vereesa Windrunner, believing she was precious to him. The small flames that once were disappearing inside of Harry suddenly erupted into a blazing inferno. Harry raised his wand and bellowed as if defying the heavens "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Harry expected to see his stag once again. A four-legged animal did appear, but it wasn't his stag – it was a wolf. A wolf of massive size that nearly stood as tall as the tunnel. The Dementor screamed throughout the night, unwilling to remain near the Patronus Wolf. Harry knew somehow that the Dementor, for the first time, was suddenly afraid. The Dementor turns tail and runs for its life.

Harry turns to the other Dementor, and his Patronus Wolf lets out a loud howl that echoed all around them that everyone in Little Whinging, Surrey heard the wolf howl.

The moment both Dementor's fled back to the safety of Azkaban, Harry's Patronus to face him and Harry stares as his newly formed Patronus. The only thing different about Harry's Patronus was he didn't have the Patronus silver eyes. His eyes were gold. The wolf's height had to be the size of a horse or a massive bear. The wolf walks forward, and his nose touches Harry's face before disappearing. Harry felt confident, powerful, and at peace than he has felt in a long time.

"Goldrinn," Vereesa mutters as she watches the spirit Demi-God appear once again. Vereesa knew, without a doubt, the Demigod has been reborn within this human. Now she knew why she was brought here – to bring him back to Azeroth.

Harry looks at her and bends down and picks her up in his arm bridal style. Vereesa holds her bow and thanks to the Light for sending her to a protector.

"You're lighter than I thought," Harry said in surprise.

Vereesa said nothing as she didn't have the strength to speak at the moment. The creatures also seemed to have robbed her of happiness as she felt nothing happy inside of her. She tried to think of her childhood with her older sisters and her family, but these memories might have been hollow.

"What were those creatures?" Vereesa asks with what strength she could muster.

"Dementors," said Harry. "they guard the prison Azkaban. If they came here to attack me, then he must have sent them."

Vereesa wanted to know more about these 'Dementors.' What intrigued her was the fact that Harry already seemed to have guessed who sent those creatures to attack him.

Harry walks on the path and barely ten steps away from the tunnel, they heard the sound of a young boy whimpering on the ground. Harry turns to the source, and his face instantly turns to disgust. "Dudley."

Harry walked over and stood over his cousin with Vereesa, unsure what was happening. Vereesa could feel his stomach tighten then light 'thud,' and she assumed Harry had kicked this 'Dudley.'

"Get up, you fat pig!" Harry snaps.

Dudley seemed incapable of getting up and preferred to stay curled up on the ground and just whimper.

Vereesa could see there was no love between the two, and Harry clearly didn't respect this 'Dudley.'

"Get your fat pig-ass up!" Harry snaps again as he kicks Dudley again, this time in the back of the head. Dudley remains unresponsive. Vereesa attempts to turn her head to see this 'Dudley,' but she couldn't barely see him out of the corner of her eye.

"Fine fatass, you can stay here, and when the Dementor's return, they'll feast upon your large fat ass," said Harry as he turns and walks away. Harry turns and quickly flips her on his back so he could carry her by legs as she rests on his back.

The sound of some huffing and puffing along with whimpering told her this Dudley had gotten to his feet and was now trying to keep up with Harry. The threat of Harry leaving him behind was more than enough for Dudley to chase after Harry for some sort of comfort and protection. Harry didn't bother to slow down and kept his pace, putting more and more distance between Dudley and himself. Dudley started to job to keep up in fear those creatures would be back and finish him off. Harry continues to ignore Dudley's occasion whimpers that were pleas for Harry to slow down.

Harry finally reaches Number Four, Privet Drive, and walks in reluctantly. The moment the door opens, a woman's voice spoke. "Diddykins? Is that you?" Harry walks into the living room, and the woman who had spoken was fanning herself on the couch. "Oh, it's you," said Petunia upon seeing her nephew. Harry's face grew into a sneer as he looks at his aunt. Petunia turned her attention to Vereesa and was about to say something when she heard a sound by the door of someone collapsing. Petunia gets up and quickly checks the source.

Harry sets Vereesa down on the couch before heading to the kitchen to get some chocolate. Before he opens the cabinet, Petunia shriek out immediately, calling for Vernon and said something was wrong with their son. Vereesa could literally feel the ground began to vibrate with each footstep of a large man walking to the source.

"What is it, son?" Vernon Dudley said at once. "Did Mrs. Polkiss give you something foreign in your tea?"

Dudley only whimpers in response, so Petunia and Vernon carry Dudley to the living room and sit him down where he grabs a pillow cushion for comfort as he begins to stare into space. Vereesa could see he wasn't fairing well from his encounter.

"Why are you covered in dirt, darling?" asks Petunia at once as she doddles her son. "have you've been lying in the ground?

"Hang on – you haven't been mugged, have you son?" Vernon said quickly.

Petunia nearly lets out a gasp in shocked and seemed absolutely horrified at the thought. "Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the Police! Diddy, darling, speak to mummy! What did they do to you?" Petunia asks as she tries to baby Dudley as she always did.

"Who did it, son?" Vernon said at once as he flexes his mustache.

The Dursley's broke their train of thought at the sound of a tea kettle whistling before Harry turns it off. There were three cups, and Harry pours the hot water in the cups at once, causing a strong smell of hot chocolate to fill the room.

Harry was far to use to seeing his aunt and uncle coddle their son and took his welfare and happiness into account but never his own. Harry walks towards Vereesa and hands her a bar of chocolate with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Drink and eat the bar," Harry said at once. "you'll feel better; it will help."

Vereesa looks at Harry as she's never seen or heard of something so basic every helping someone recovering with just chocolate. Vereesa knew she could trust Harry, and that was strange, given how they just met. She takes a bite out of the chocolate bar, she could feel warmth and happiness spreading to the tip of her fingers and toes.

"Him," Dudley said as he points at Harry as Harry sets the hot chocolate for himself and a bar on the nightstand next to Vereesa before he walks over and just drops the tray with the third cup and bar of chocolate on the coffee table before the Dursley's. The cup spill some of its chocolate, as the chocolate goes into the air before launching into the air.

"Eat up fatass," said Harry before he turns around and goes to eat his own share.

"Boy," Vernon shouted in a loud voice that tried to make it sounded like he was in command. Vereesa could hear malice and hatred directed at Harry as there was no warmth, and concern vanished. Vereesa wonders what was wrong with these people if they were family. "come here!"

"What?" Harry said coldly as he stares back into his uncle. Vernon almost took a step back from Harry's own look of malice staring back at Vernon. Vereesa could see Harry's once beautiful green eyes had vanished, and the glasses also were gone. Harry's green eyes were replaced by Gold Eyes, Goldrinn's eyes. They had a look of intensity and ferocity as they stare back at Vernon that caused him to cringe under his nephew glare.

"What did you do to my son?!" Vernon shouted in an attempt to sound threatening.

"Nothing," Harry said honestly. Harry knew his relatives would never believe him; they never believed a word he's ever spoken.

"What did he do to you, Diddy?" Petunia asks her son, hoping for him to provide some answers. No matter what Harry told them, she wouldn't believe him given her hatred of magic and her sister. "was it – was it you-know-what? Did he use his – his thing?"

Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nods his head.

Harry stood there and wasn't surprised by Dudley's response. Dudley did so because he loved blaming Harry for anything, even when he was responsible for the trouble. Dudley wanted his parents to punish Harry and make him miserable, so Dudley could feel somewhat cheerful. One of Dudley's favorite things to do if he wasn't bullying, Harry was getting Harry in trouble with his father.

Vernon flexed his mustache once again and stood there in anger. Harry's hand began to glow with a dark purple mist rising on his hands, causing the Dursley's to stop from doing anything stupid and rash knowing their nephew was at boiling point. They knew he was a walking volcano waiting to erupt. Since the summer, the Dursley's left Harry alone because they could see so much anger and aggression rising within him and knew Harry wouldn't even hesitate to vent his frustration out of them. Vernon would love nothing more than to strangle his nephew for hurting his son but knew one wrong move, and his nephew was going to explode.

Vernon clutches his fist and had anger and ill intentions written on his face. He stands where he was sensing the danger his nephew was giving off. Harry's face didn't show any signs of anger, it showed he was going to murder the Dursley's where they stood, and he wouldn't even show them mercy or remorse if they pushed his buttons. Harry's stare was also hard to look at as it was so intense, Vernon could feel his own eyes getting cook from the inside out.

The tension was thick as the standoff remain, waiting for someone to make the first move, they all jumped when an owl suddenly appears and lands on the coffee table, dropping a scroll before taking off.

"Owls!" Vernon bellowed out in frustration.

Harry grabs the scroll, seeing it was from the Ministry of Magic. Harry already suspect they would send him a letter for using magic outside of school. Harry opens the scroll, and sure enough, he was in trouble. The Ministry of Magic has expelled him from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry suddenly realized the Ministry of Magic must have a way of tracking underage magic. Harry would have to find a way to remove the magical trace as quickly as possible.

Harry crumpled the letter in his hands and started thinking quickly. Harry was never going to surrender his wand. The wand meant much to him more than anyone ever could realize. At the same time, he would have no choice to run, and he would have to do so soon. Lucius Malfoy whispered in the Minister's ear, and with Voldemort's return, the Death Eaters would be apart of the Ministry of Magic keeping a close eye on the situation.

Harry at first thought to write letters to his friends explaining the situation, but he quickly dismissed that thought as soon as he thought of the answer. His friends have been very unhelpful this summer and have no doubt abandon him and most likely believed he has finally lost his mind.

He would have to go on the run and avoid contact with other people.

Vernon was standing there with his fists clutch as he observing his nephew carefully.

"I'm leaving," Harry stated. "If I'm ever forced to come back here, I want you to remember that I won't hesitate to kill all three of you."

"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon shouted at his retreating nephew's back.

"To get my things," Harry snaps without turning around.

"I'm not done with you yet, boy!" snarled Vernon.

Harry stops and slowly turns back to glare at his uncle murderously. The intention to kill his uncle was clearly written on his face causing Vernon to lose courage momentarily.

Harry hated his life. Every summer, his relatives treated him worse than vermin. At Hogwarts, he had to deal with Snape, who bullied and harassed every time he had classes with the Potions Master. Not to mention, Harry made it clear to avoid Snape in the corridors as Snape would just mock and bully Harry in front of everyone. Harry didn't care what Dumbledore said about Snape or how much he'll defend Snape. The next time Snape even tries to get under Harry's skin, Harry was going to blast him into smithereens. Not before torturing and making the Potions suffer after all the crap he's been forced to deal from the man.

"What?" Harry hissed in a cold voice that stated he was in no mood.

"You're going to tell me what happened to Dudley!" shouted Vernon.

"I don't have to tell you anything!" snarls Harry.

Vernon was about to retort a response with a clever cheek when a sudden crash caused them to turn to the source once again. Petunia's salad plates flew from where they place in broken pieces all over the counter. Harry's eyes saw a little brown ball and saw at once what he suspected. A dazed ruffled-looking brown owl that was exhausted from his flight, Errol the Weasley family owl. Errol was wet, having landed in the sink that was full of soapy water. Harry levitated Errol with his hands and brought him to his arm, and Errol immediately holds out his talon with a small scroll tied.

Harry grabs the letter, and the moment he does so, Errol takes off without a second thought. Harry watches Errol flies off in suspension. Errol was an old owl not capable of long flights. Errol wasn't an old owl incapable of long flights. If he made such a journey, he needed food, water, and rest before taking off again. Errol would only leave so quickly unless he was ordered to return home.

Harry opens the scroll expecting it to be Ron explaining that his father was coming to pick him up at once or something. Mr. Weasley worked at the Minister of Magic and would have no doubt heard about the fiasco with the underage magic. Instead, it was written by Mr. Weasley, and it looks like in a hurry. Mr. Weasley basically told him to stay put and not to surrender his wand. Dumbledore arrived at the Ministry and was sorting out the entire mess.

Harry felt frustrated from the lack of response from the people he knew, and immediately rips Mr. Weasley letter and wasn't going to listen to the man who didn't understand the situation Harry was currently in; the logical reason would be to have Harry removed from this place since he was attacked. Why was no one taking any action?

"I need to go," Harry said, knowing the Ministry officials would appear any second.

"Oh no, you don't!" Vernon shouted once more.

"What?!" Harry shouted in a loud voice that caused the Dursley's to flinch at Harry's tone. They've never heard Harry lose his temper, let alone raise his voice.

"Who are sending you all those ruddy owls?" demands Vernon.

"The first one is from the Ministry of Magic, expelling me from Hogwarts," Harry said in a would-be calm tone. Aggression and frustration could still be heard in his voice. Harry's ears were listening very carefully to the outside for any signs of the Ministry's officials arriving.

"Ministry of Magic?!" bellowed Vernon. "People like you are in the government? Oh, this explains everything. No wonder why this country is going to the dogs!" Harry stood there in anger as he wasn't in the mood to deal with this at the moment. "why were you expelled?" Vernon asks greedily, not even bothering to hide his joy at the thought Christmas came early for the family.

"Because I used magic," Harry said simply.

"AHA!" Vernon shouted in triumph as if he caught Harry's hand in the cookie jar. "So you admit it! What did you do to Dudley!"

"Nothing," Harry said again, knowing they were never going to believe him anyway. Why was he wasting his time dealing with the brainless Dursley's who barely understood anything outside of their own personal world?

"Was," Dudley began in a slow, trembling lip. Vernon and Petunia turn to Dudley at once and listens to his story.

"Go on, son," Vernon said in an attempt to give his son the courage to speak. "what did the boy do?"

"Everything was dark," Dudley said hoarsely; it became clear Dudley was having trouble holding the ability to speak. Everything was so dark, and then I h-heard – things – inside my head – hissing –"

Vernon and Petunia exchange a look of horror at each other. The one thing they feared and hated was magic, followed closely by neighbors who cheated more than they did on the hosepipe ban and anyone who they called 'deserves to go to the looney bin' cause they heard voices inside their head.

"What sort of things did you hear, pumpkins?" Petunia asks who was white-faced with tears down her cheeks.

Dudley was incapable of stating what he heard and merely raised his fat legs to his chest and started rocking back and forth, whimpering slightly. Harry knew exactly what Dudley remember and the voices he was hearing. His eleventh birthday when Harry got his revenge for Dudley punching him in the ribs. Harry had inadvertently erased the glass causing Dudley and Piers to fall in the container full of snakes before the glass reappeared trapping Dudley inside. The snakes were hissing all around him, and Dudley has never been so terrified in his life.

"Why are you covered in dirt?" Vernon asks in a soft voice that showed the kindness he had towards his son.

"Tripped," mutters Dudley. "and then –" Dudley whimpers some more as he rocks back and forth in his seat: Dudley remembered the terrifying chilling cold that filled his lungs taking away all hope and happiness. "horrible, cold, really cold – I felt – I felt as if –"

"As if you'd never be happy again," Harry said simply and automatically. Merlin, this was so pathetic. On most days, Harry would have bought out a camera and taken pictures as this was one of the best moments of his life seeing Dudley miserable. Harry, however, needs to get away, and the sooner this ended, the farther he would be from here.

"Yes," Dudley answered with his lip trembling at the mere thought.

"So," Vernon said as he flexes his mustache once again and his voice speaking in a would-be calm tone. "so you put some crackpot spell on my son so he'd hear voices and believed he was – was doomed to misery or something did you?"

"I cannot believe you actually believed that," Harry said as he looks at his uncle. "if I were going to hurt your piggy, I would have tortured him to the point of making him insane permanently." Vernon flushed a shade of red, knowing this was very true. "I would have tortured that fat pig which he deserves after all I've been through. Tortured him and made him beg me to stop after all I've gone through. Then I would blast his body into pieces. Taking what large chunks I could to a farm and feed his body to the pigs." Petunia sinks further back on the couch in fear that Harry would carry out his threat. Vernon flushed a shade of red, knowing the danger was very accurate. "Dudley has been exposed to the presence of a couple of Dementors."

"A couple of – what's this codswallop?" Vernon demand in a loud voice.

"De – men – tors," Harry said in a slow voice as if he was talking to a five-year-old with speech impairment. "two of them."

"and what the hell are demon wasps?" Vernon demands in a blunted attempt to disrespect Harry and the magical world by not saying the name correctly.

"They guard the magical prison Azbakan."

Harry and Vernon turn to the source and simply stare at the person who just utters those words. Aunt Petunia became aware of the silence as both her husband and nephew were staring at her for her knowledge of the magical world. It took her brain a moment register what she had just said; before she claps her hand over her mouth as if she just said a disgusting swear word.

Harry stares at his aunt in surprise. For the fourteen years he has known her, Petunia hated the magical world and her sister, who was apart of such a world. Her resentment ran deep, given her mistreatment of her nephew after her younger sister's murder. Never before has Petunia said any knowledge on the magical world and pretended to her great extent that the magical world never existed in the first place.

"How do you know that?" Harry demands at once in an attempt to get whatever information she had for the first time in his life.

Aunt Petunia didn't say anything and still coming to terms with the words that escape her mouth. In a shaking voice, she told. "I heard – that awful boy – telling her about them – years ago."

"If you're talking about my mom and dad, why not use their names," Hary said knowing it was pointless as Petunia never once spoke her sister's name.

Petunia ignores him and looks quite disgusted with herself for letting that information slip.

Vernon looked like he had been slap and was unsure how to register this information. Then he slowly began to register that somehow his nephew saved his son's life.

The sudden flapping of wings could be heard that broke the tension and the moment as another scroll lands in Harry's arms before flying outside again.

Harry was stun by this as this was the most mail he's gotten all summer. The scroll was from the Ministry of Magic, postponing his expulsion from Hogwarts, pending a disciplinary hearing on August 12th at nine o'clock. Given how that was only ten days from now, Harry knew they were giving him short notice. He was also allowed to keep his wand for the time being but was reminded he was still not allowed to use any more magic.

"Well?" Vernon said, causing Harry to recall his surroundings and situation. "What now? Have they sentenced you to anything? Does your lot have the death penalty?" he added in a hopeful afterthought.

Vereesa thought this was highly disrespectful. Harry Potter was a great person, stalwart, honorable, and courageous to risk his life to save hers when he could have quickly turn tailed and fled to avoid himself and leave her at the mercy of those Dementors.

"They do," Harry said simply.

"Then I won't give up hope then," Vernon said with a chuckle and a broad smile on his face.

Harry turns to leave once again, knowing he still had to pack and leave before it got too dark or before anyone showed up. Even if his explosion has been postponed, that meant he no longer safe to stay here. If his wand were snap cause he was found guilty, Voldemort would come after him as soon as he got the first chance. Dumbledore would seek to put him back at his relative's place and would tell Harry he would be safe here; only this time, he would give the Ministry of Magic to expel him and throw him in Azkaban. He never wanted to come to this dreadful place again.

"Where do you think you're going?" snarls Vernon.

"I'm getting my things!" shouted Harry.

"Sit back down!" bellowed Vernon.

"What?!" Harry snaps, turning back to his relatives. Several plates exploded from Harry's outburst causing the Dursley's to flinch, knowing they were on thin ice at the moment.

"Dudley!" shouted Vernon. "I want to know exactly what happens to my son!"

"Fine!" Harry shouted as his temper rose to dangerous levels once again. "Dudley was in the park picking on and bully some ten-year-olds," Vernon began to flush a shade of red and flexes his muscles when Harry claims his son was a bully, a fact he would turn blind to under most circumstances. Petunia herself was having a hard time believing her baby angel would hurt another child – other than Harry. "I was nearby with my companion when two dementors showed up and attacked us both. Dudley was nearby, and his friends bailed at the first sign of the imminent threat. Dudley tripped and fell and stayed near the Dementor long enough for their powers to drain him."

"How many times do I have to ask?" Vernon demands as spit flies out of his mouth. "What the bloody hell are demantoids? What do they do?"

"They are among the foulest and darkest creatures to roam our world," Harry said darkly. "far more terrifying and horrible than you can even begin to imagine. They are powerful empathy eaters, feeding on humans and wizards alike emotions. They take away every ounce of happiness you have. In the process, they force you to relive your worse experiences, your very worst memories. Stay near them long enough. You will forever be trapped in an endless nightmare, living in misery and decay until you become nothing more than an empty hollow husk of your former self. Given a chance, they will even kiss you."

Vereesa listened carefully and felt sicker in her stomach than she's ever felt in her life. Now she understood why the memory of the Windrunner Spire sacking began to emerge in her mind. That day was by far the worse day of her life, as she lost many family members that day. Her father and younger brother among the fallen.

"Kiss you? Kiss you?!" Vernon said as if this was the dumbest thing he's ever heard in his life.

"It's what we call the 'Dementor's Kiss,' and it's their last and worse weapon. They will kiss you, and in the process of this kiss, they will suck out your soul and feast upon it for an eternity. Its a fate – far worse than death," said Harry.

Now Vereesa was really going to be sick. She thought nothing could be worse than become a wight under the Scourge. This fate could easily top the top two worse outcomes of all time.

"His soul? His soul?!" Petunia shrieked as she grabs Dudley and begins to shake him hard to make sure he still had his soul intact. "They didn't – he still has –"

"Of course they didn't get his soul," Harry said through the grind of his teeth as he was still having trouble believing the level of stupidity of his relatives.

"Fought'em off, did you, son?" Vernon said loudly and proudly. "gave them old one-two did you?"

"You can't hit a dementor," Harry said through his clenched teeth. "They're like ghosts, no physical body."

"Oh yeah?" Vernon snarls as he looks at Harry to prove him wrong as usual. "Why did they run off?"

"Because I cast the – " Harry began, but once again, another sound appeared, causing everyone turns to the source as the fourth hour that has arrived within the last twenty minutes. Another letter was dropped at Harry's feet before the owl flew out the window.

"For God's sake!" Vernon roared at the owl even though it was long gone. He looks like he was going to pull out his mustache. "I will not have owls anymore at my house! I will not tolerate this any longer!"

Harry opens the scroll ignoring Vernon's rants. He was half-hearted, hoping it would be someone he knew who would finally be explaining things to him and tell him they were on their way to pick him up and get him away from this hell house. To Harry's disappointment for the first time, it was from Sirius, and it barely had a sentence written in his letter. 'Don't leave the house.'

Harry was getting fed up, and his anger began to get the best of him as the house started to shake under Harry's power he was releasing. He wanted answers, and he was sick of being told to simply stay put with no information on what's been going on. Glass cups and plates began to explode under the power Harry was released, and his frustration was starting to build to dangerous levels.

Harry turns and looks at Vereesa, who was still seated in the armchair and has remained silent for the entire conversation. She has been ignored and forgotten. Harry half cursed himself about forgetting her and knew she would have to stick with him for the time being.

"Do you think you're well enough to travel?" Harry asks kindly, his anger disappearing.

Vereesa nodded her head and didn't want to stay in this house either. She could sense the hostility towards Harry and Harry's own hostility towards his relatives. Vereesa was confident she wouldn't receive the house guest treatment from this family.

"Who is she?" Vernon shouted, breaking the conversation. "another freak like you?"

Vereesa heard this perfectly clear and was taken back as her face turns to fury. She's never personally hated anyone who hated elves, only heard of them. Was this person apart of human supremacy?

"Vernon," Petunia suddenly shrieks. "her ears! Look at her ears!"

"Let's go," said Harry. "The sooner we're gone, the better. If I stay any longer, than I'm just going to kill them."

"Don't you dare threaten my family!" shouted Vernon. "We took you in and fed you! You wear clothes we put on you! You should be grateful – "

"For what?!" Harry shouted as the windows all exploded from his voice. "I cook your meals, clean your house, did the gardening. I did everything without question. You hate me and detest me, and there is no love between us. You don't even care about me, and you never have! For ten years, you force me to live in the cupboard under the stairs. You dressed me in clothes that grew too small for Dudley to wear anymore, and you made sure they weren't in good condition. I'm not grateful, and I hate you all and wish you all to burn in hell for all the misery you put me through! You are the worse type of scum in the world!"

Having said his peace, Harry grabs Vereesa's hand and quickly marches upstairs to his room. Everything was already packed in the first place, as he never left anything out for Dudley to go through. Harry kicks his trunk open and quickly grabs his Firebolt. He grabs his old school robes from last year and hands it to Vereesa.

"Put this over your clothes, and give me your bow, quiver, and your sword," Harry said as he quickly changes into his more casual robes. Vereesa does as instructed and hands him her belt with her sword and the quiver with her bow; Harry places Vereesa's weapons in his trunk before he closes his chest and it shrinks into a pocket-size before placing the chest in the inside pocket of his robes where he knew it would be safe. Harry grabs his Firebolt and quickly mounts the Firebolt.

"Where are you going?" asks Vereesa.

"It's not safe to stay here," said Harry. "As you can see, my relatives hate anything that is what they call 'unnatural.' Such as magic and non-humans. That attack early tells me more attacks are coming, and I need to go underground. Their way of thinking has never changed in the fifteen years I've known them. I got to get away and hide before another attack comes."

"You want to tell me what is going?" Vereesa asks, trying to understand the situation.

"That will be a long story," said Harry. "I've already wasted enough time with my worthless relatives answering their stupid questions. I need to put as much distance from this place as soon as possible. I don't know where you can go, but you should stay with me for the time being until I can figure out a way to return you home."

Vereesa nods her and quickly climbs behind Harry on his broomsticks. She had a bit of trouble as she's never been on a flying broomstick before. The brooms she knew were enchanted to sweep the floors by themselves. Once Harry was sure she was holding on and wouldn't fall off, Harry opens Hedwig's cage before grabbing her owl treats and placing them in his pockets. Hedwig's bright amber eyes look at Vereesa before taking off into the night sky. Harry kicks off and takes off into the night sky, quickly rising towards the clouds and using the clouds to mask their presence from anyone looking upwards.