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Authors Note: This is my first try at a Fan Fiction story so I want to know if my idea has merit and whether people would like to read more. So everyone Read and Review.
The night sky had a red hue over Godric's Hollow on the fateful night that the tyrant would be slain. But he wasn't here tonight, oh no, he was at the Longbottom Manor where he would meet his demise at the hands of a one year old toddler. Meanwhile his Death Eaters attacked Godric's Hollow and during the fight both Lily Evans Potter and James Potter were killed. In all of the screaming and exploding tumult nobody noticed a little toddler crawling out of the back of the Potter residence and into the surrounding magical forest. The little boy didn't know that his parents had died trying to protect him. He wasn't aware that around him people had died and suffered. None of this concerned a year old child. The boy just crawled into the forest with a look of bliss on his face as he watched the tricks played by the shadows on the forest floor. They were dancing to the flames that were burning the village in the background. After some time trying to catch the shadows the boy grew tired and simply fell asleep in a hollow tree. The next day unawares to the little boy the world from where his kind hailed was celebrating. Neville Longbottom had vanquished the Dark Lord Voldemort. Nobody knew how or why or what happened but that wasn't important, especially not to Harry Potter who was now waking up and feeling very much awake in a hollow tree and very hungry. He crawled out of the tree into the light of the rising sun. Sitting on the ground he beheld the morning glory of the rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. He sat there for a while giggling and playing with the dirt around him but before long his hunger called to him and he began whimpering. This is when he heard a distant howl in the woods. "Pa'foot" the boy said with glee looking in the direction of the howl and started crawling. After a while the howl sounded again but it was farther away. Little Harry was desperate now and started to crawl faster so he could catch up but the next howl was even farther than before. If you looked closely at the young child you would have seen the desperation in his eyes as he looked out into the forest. In mid crawl the little boy suddenly began a strange transformation. His skin broke and grew fur and slowly he turned into a wolf cub and began running faster. The little beast with bright green eyes and silver fur and a black line of fur across his spine was now moving faster with its tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth. Suddenly there was a rustling of leaves from ahead and a big grey wolf appeared. The small cub suddenly stood stock still and looked at the other animal. Coming closer the wolf sniffed the cub and then without much effort picked it up by the nape of its neck and carried it towards her den that was nearby and deposited him in the middle of her litter.