The Ghost of Malik Manor (z.s). *ON HOLD*

Lost Boy

This is going to be in Harry's POV

Febuary 2, 2020

I woke up in the green grass under a bunch of huge oak trees. I sit up on my bed of nature and feel the sharp pains running through my body. I stood up slowly and pulled up my shirt and saw the black and blue bruises staining my pale skin.

'I am free now though. I am fine' I thought. It's true I am free from my father. My stomach rummbled loudly through out the tree. I am pretty sure I just scared all the animals off. "Lets get some food." 

I started walking and I noticed something obvious. "I DON'T HAVE MONEY" I screamed. Can life get any worse? Just as I said that snow started to flurry down from the sky and on to my skin. "Oh come on" I whispered to myself.

This is bullsh.it. I need shelter and I need it fast. I grabbed my old bag and ran in hopes of finding  glimpse of shelter. The further I run the more I realized I have no clue were I am. I'm lost. 

I'm lost in the middle of the woods, freezing cold, snow falling on my face, bruises littered on my body, and I super hungry. At least I am not in my bedroom, if you can even call it that, and getting the living crap beaten out of me. 

~Few Hours Later~ 3rd Person

Legs cramping, teeth chattering, nose frostbitten, feet hurting, stomach grumbling. These are only a few of the things wrong with Harry right now. How the heck will he survive out here. The snow is still coming down from the blue sky. But it keeps falling harder, harder, and harder. 

Harry being his clumsy self fell down after tripping over a small little pebble. "Dummy" Harry said to himself. Just as Harry was about to get up a howl came from behind him. Another came from the left. And another from the right. 

Harry scurried up to his feet and looked around. He looked closer and in the distance you could see the red of an animals eyes. "Wolves"  harry murmurd to himself.(Pretend there are wolves in Cheshire.) He backed away as the big vicious animals came closer.

Their growls growing louder the closer they got to Harry. Harry looked around and saw a sharp object in the grass next to him. A knife. It looked like the one from his dream. He quickly grabbed the sharp object for self defense and ran away. 

The growls and howls grew louder and the thundering sound of paws on the dirt ground echoed through the air. Harry picked up his pace. He stopped as a wolf appeared in front of him. There were only three of them. One to his left, the other to his right, and the last one in front of him. The one on the left came running at Harry, then used its large paws to pounce of the ground. 

Luckly for Harry he ducked just in time. The one that pounced instead fell into the one on the right. That only made them angrier. Harry could swear their eyes got darker. THe one in front of him was about to jump, when a blurry human-like figure moved past them. Chills went though Harry (and no not from the cold). Fear only grew inside of Harry. And when fear rises so does adrenaline. 

The blurry figure disappered and the wolf pounced. Without thinking Harry held the knife up and stabbed the wolf. It fell and was in pain. "Oh my" Harry quietly said. The others were about to come at him but the wind picked up, the figure came back, and the wolves got scared. 

The big beasts sprinted away and the blurry figure disapeared. . It was just the injured wolf and Harry now. Whimpers and whines came from the cut animal. A rabbit hopped by and the wolf moved a small amount and snapped at it. The rabbit unfortunitly died. 

'FOOD!' Harry thought. He grabbed the dead rabbit by the foot and put it in his bag. He was to hungry to care that it was a just killed in front of him. But what he did care about was the dying wolf. He leaned down and reached his hand out to pet the wolf