Werewolf Crisis

Going to Hogwarts

It was an early morning and the train was soon going to take off to it's journey. Remus Lupin, as known from some as a werewolf, was there with another young strange looking boy. The young man was dressed in a jacket, some gloves without fingers and dark blue jeans. Nothing too weird but we then have a look at his face. It's all with scars, his eyes hidden by a dark colored bandana, his hair a blackish color, but slightly hidden from the jacket's hood that was up and a little white fang hanging from the top lip of the boy's mouth. 'Probably fake', would be thinking most of the people at the train station.

Are you scared?- Remus asked the boy giving him a worried look and stopped, facing the boy.

I am not scared.. Just.. a bit worried of how my friends would react, you know.- The boy looked up to the slightly taller than him man, but his expression wasn't very clear.

You will be fine, Harry. It's not that bad when you get used to it.. The wolf side I mean.

If anyone heard Potter's name being pronounced in a sentence that reveals him being the dark creature everyone despites -a werewolf- he would have been quickly thrown into one of Azkaban's cells. Luckily no one heard and Remus continued in a quieter voice.

Dumbledore knows exactly what your crisis is, so he has prepared all the teachers and the Shrieking Shack for you. I will be there aswell, most of the times.-Remus forced a smile in his face to calm the boy but his eyes were showing how worried he was.

Harry forced himself to smile back to his 'uncle' then run towards him and hug him, a tear rolling down his cheek. Remus returned the hug kissing the boys head in a fatherly way. A bit later they both said their goodbyes and Harry went to take a seat in the train before all places got taken. He found a small empty room and put his luggage under the seat he was about to take. He sat down in the corner, wrapping his hands around his knees and turning his head towards the little window next to him. He stared at the outside blankly through his bandana, the werewolf perks making possible for him to see atleast a little bit through it.

People were staring at him everytime before they pass his room, they're faces showing 'disgust'. He could sence their scent, he could sence how they despite his new looks, but he was glad nobody recognised him yet.

He spoke too soon, as a boy stopped by his room.

Potter? - The new boy said, his voice a little concerned but at the same time he was trying to sound 'though'.

Harry froze, his eyes widening under his bandana. He sniffed quietly without the new boy catching him. He managed to catch the smell of ocean water and pine needles.

Malfoy.-Thought Harry to himself, letting out a sigh in annoyance.

Shove off Malfoy, I am not in the mood. - Harry said, not even looking at the blonde boy dressed in a black suit.

Draco would widen his eyes a bit. And ask the shorter boy with messy blackish hair.

How did you know it was me? You didn't even look. - Malfoy's voice was calm, yet Harry sensed the surprise in Draco.

I just guessed. - Harry shrugged and wrapped his hands around his knees more harder.

Whatever you say Potter.. - Draco would get some type of book out and start reading it, not questioning Harry anymore.

Harry was exhausted. A couple of hours later, they were half way to Hogwarts and Potter decided to take a nap. He yawned and put his head on his knees, soon falling asleep.

Draco would glance at Harry, feeling sad for the little exhausted boy. It wasn't usual for him to be like that, but for Harry everything was different. He loved the boy with it's messy hair, even since 2nd year, but it was sure for him that Harry is straight.. Little did he know.