"You Can't Wake Up, This Is Not A Dream."

Chapter 4: Blood, Sweat and Snot

The wolf was shinny. Like really skinny. You could see it's ribs through it's skin. It has jet black fur with bald spots all over. It's teeth were sharp, while the corners of its mouth were foaming with a yellow substance. It had a missing ear, two different colored eyes, and mangled paws.

That wolf had seen death. Harry wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor thing. His legs were way too bruised for him to run away, and even if they were fine, the wolf could see better in dark than he ever could. 'This is how I die? By a wolf with personality issues? Dean and Ron were right?!'

The wolf growled as if hearing his thoughts. It leaned back before lunging at him. His life flashed before his eyes. His first words, first kiss, first girlfriend, last day of high school, his pet shark, his first ex-girlfriend, his first sexuality crisis, his first private island.

Okay half of those things are not true, but it felt real enough. He felt weight on his chest as he got pushed down. The wolf stood on top of him, it's drool dropping down in him. It made no move to attack, it just stood on top of him growling. It was as if it wanted him to attack first. If it that's what it wanted, then he would be glad to do it, if it helped helped speed up the process. Harry slapped the wolf across the face (or snout) sending it crashing backwards.

Reason 281,728 why he was not in the Ravenclaw Department.

It looked at Harry. Just looking. It was as if it was shocked. He could almost imagine what it would have said if it could talk, "Who the hell slaps a wolf?" The wolf launched back at him, before hitting in Harry's left forearm, still foaming in the mouth. Was this a weird case of diabetes or did the wolf decide to switch his life support to crack?

Harry stared blankly at the wolf, it can't hurt a hand that has lost all feeling. He put two fingers in the nose of the growling wolf and twisted them. The wolf let go immediately, but it couldn't back away due to the two fingers up it's nose. He grabbed the jaw of the struggling wolf with the bitten hand, and snapped it's neck in one move.

It fell limply on the ground with Harry's fingers still in it's nose. "Looks like watching all those animal anatomy videos paid off." He mumbles before dropping the wolf and sitting up. He looked at his fingers, which was covered in a sticky green liquid, 'Ugh! Disgusting!' He brushed off the substance on the ground.

He stared at the dead body of the wolf. Harry knew he would brag about it to others if he survived. Imagine him sitting by his grandchildren telling them, "Back in my day, I had to escape a house that was about to explode, then fight a wolf just to survive." He was sure they would call him old and laugh, but it would be worth bragging about.

He averted his attention toward his throbbing and bleeding arm, mixed with the yellow foam from the Wolf. If it wasn't infected before, it is now.

The imprints of the wolf's teeth stood prominently on his forearm as blood and the yellow substance flowed out. He almost barfed, but the bile just wouldn't come out. His eye lids felt like lead and his body ached. Before he could react, he was laying face down on the wolf, asleep. Now he knew this was on the list of what he most regrets in life.

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When had woken up, it was noon, and the wolf was gone. "Huh?!" He exclaimed. There was no trace of it being dragged or carried away. He would have thought he was dreaming if it were not for the bite mark on his arm with dried blood all over. It looked like a bloody crime scene, this time with out the body, but with the perpetrator.

He tried standing and to his surprise, he could. He shook his leg a few times, completely fine. His shattered knee cap, fine. He walked around in a circle, a few pops and cracks were heard, but aside from that he was fine, "Wasn't I-" He cut himself off confused to no end.

First one of the jankiest kidnapping he ever had to go through, then the wolf that disappeared as if it was never there. He could be locked away in his dorm watching television. Playing video games. Even he homework seemed like a joy to have, but all pleasures have to come to an end one day right?

He couldn't wait to rub the fact that he survived 6 kidnapping this year in Ron's face. But was there a chance he could make it back? He would usually be on campus by now, this was by far the longest time he had been out. He started to miss the smell of iron drifting off the front gate into the school's garden.

The sounds of guns being loaded and shot across the yard as target practice. Sneakers squeaking as the Gryffindor's practiced hand to hand combat with one another. The random sound of revolvers being heard from the Slytherin laboratories. His friends. Bed.

Heck, even Malfoy. And that's saying something.

He heard a honk coming from his far right. It was very faint, that he was shocked he could hear it. Normally when you hear a sound from the forest, you run the opposite direction of said sound, but in this case it could lead him to his freedom. He walked never once looking back. His thoughts still lingered toward the wolf and his kidnapping, but his focus was on were the sound came from.

He had been walking for an hour and a half yet still no car or anything that could have made that noise. He almost gave up, until he heard a louder honk to his left. He walked the way of the sound. In 5 minutes he came across a road where a few cars were passing by. 'Freedom!!' he so desperately wanted to yell out for help, but his throat was too dry. A talk metal fence was separating him from the road, 'What now?' he though as he grabbed onto the fence.

He tightened his grip in frustration, Ultimately bending and snapping the fence. It gave in and caused a hole large enough for him to fit. He stared at the fence in shock, before having a weird urge to yell, 'It wasn't me!', until he came to a conclusion, 'It must have rusted.'

Before he could even squeeze through, his legs gave in. His body went limp and was unresponsive. It all came to him, he wasn't fine, his body was just numb. His body was still hurting, he just couldn't feel it. His body wasn't reacting with pain the whole time, it was just numbing it out for him. Before he could black out he saw someone approach him.

But all he saw were boots, black in colour. With intricate designs coloured a dark green running around it. They looked very familiar.