Werewolf Harry! (Patreon)

Hello! So I've decided for my first halloween fic I'm going to write a werewolf Harry. This is what I have so far, it's definitely subject to change though!! And you gotta tell me how you feel about it, because I'm still wishy washy on the idea so lemme know if you're intrigued.

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It's stupid. 

Really stupid. 

Y/N should be in bed, snug beneath her covers, scrolling through some weird spooky forum that would aid in giving her a loitered unease, enough so that she's too frightened to leave her bed and every movement her pup made beside her nearly had her jumping from her skin. Should have just taken a hot bath, shaved herself nice and soft, moisturized like someone else might be feeling her legs that night, and in that thin knitted sleep sweatshirt she got about three sizes too big. Ought to have just finished off the remnants of her chamomile tea, warming her insides and bringing comfort to her weary bones. 

The week had been a hard one, full of tests and assignments and speeches that drew her towards mental exhaustion. All that, plus tacking on at least sixteen hours at the bakery creaming cupcakes and brewing coffee -- Y/N deserved such pleasantries as she'd described. Deserved to feel content, warm, and moments from being lulled to the sleep by the crooning rattle of her ceiling fan. To wake up tomorrow morning feeling refreshed, replenished, and with thick knitted socks covering her perpetual cold toes, not needing to leave her apartment for anything other than maybe the mail and a small walk for her pup -- Grandpa -- begin a binge of a show and fuck around for her entire Saturday, just relaxing, one of the few days that she was actually able to. 

But no! Of course not. Of course, Y/N would have gotten a call from Greta, begging and pleading for some Pot Roast and Y/N couldn't find it in herself to say no, considering Greta had just gone through the messiest break up known to man (her boyfriend was having an affair with Greta's friend who was also her math tutor, coupling as his math tutor, and she walked in because the tutor had double booked and now Greta was down one boyfriend and worried she would drop a letter grade because, "M'shit at calc! There's no way m'gonna make it with more than a D, unless Dr. Davies wants to have a whirl around with me"). So Y/N took her a bowl of pot roast, even though it meant walking to and fro in the dark, along the lining of a forest that always feels like something is staring out at her from. Which is doable during the day, but at night -- at night, she'd never realized how fucking creepy it actually was. Especially on the way back, where nobody was expecting her so if she went missing it wasn't an immediate alarm.

To add to all of this, it's freezing. Like the blood in her veins had all but iced over, body trembling with each burst of wind that worms its way beneath the fabric of her jacket, and causes her loose pajama pants to billow around her legs like waves after a storm. Damn her tender heart for her friend! If she could become cold as stone and say no to Greta every once in a while, then she wouldn't be doing things like this, but Greta is so sweet and gentle and gets hurt all too often by people she's close with. Y/N doesn't want to be one of those people, even if it means sacrificing the comfort of her home to bring someone pot roast. 

So that bit, for all intents and purposes, wasn't stupid. 

What was stupid, was the fact that she heard the pained cry of what sounded to be a dog coming from within the lining of trees and she almost immediately headed towards it. 

That was really stupid. 

But she couldn't help it, the thought of a poor animal being hurt and alone in the cold makes her heart shatter, so Y/N is pushing through the thicket of leaves still clinging onto the branches to emerge herself inward to the forest. The cry didn't sound all too far off so she wasn't worried about not finding her way back as she turns on her phone's flashlight and uses it to guide her. Despite the moon's fullness, glittery white rays of light are subject to obstruction by the overly tall trees looming overhead so she was peering through a shroud of darkness while repeating to herself that most scary movies aren't real, like a mantra in her head to keep her from turning around and booking it out. She could call animal control, but they'd merely take forever -- if they were even open (everything sort of shuts down around 10PM here, with the only 24 hour any things being hospitals, a diner here and there, one McDonalds and three Taco Bells. Everything else they presume can wait for a little while. And maybe that would be the case, once she came upon the animal -- maybe it would just be a tail that had bent weird or a sprained paw, and Y/N would be scared away by a snarl and a growl.

However, when she stumbles upon what appears to be a massive fucking wolf -- well, it was more than just a sprained paw. 

There were a few things wrong with what she was seeing. The first being, she was almost completely positive that wolves did not live anywhere near to where she was, and if they did then they certainly didn't look like this one; being the second thing wrong, it was abnormal in size. Surpassing a bear, hitting Twilight levels of stature and it makes her heart not only hammer against her chest in quick thuds, but sink to the bottom of her stomach as she stepped upon it. But maybe it was an anomaly, like a Guinness book of world records type thing. Like, maybe she could call them or something and have her name in the next issue for finding the biggest, and only gigantic ass wolf known to man.  Yet, the third thing wrong was that it was laying on its side, whimpering pitifully, it's paw sporting what appeared to be a bite from something just as big if not larger. 

Y/N's all wide eyes as she steps towards it, swallowing the fear bubbling within her as she gets closer to it, lowering herself to her knees besides it. Despite how frightening it appeared -- a huge, possibly rabid wolf that was in no way a lap dog like her pup Grandpa -- it was still hurt. Still in pain, and she couldn't just. . .she couldn't just leave it here, by itself. So she knees her way  up to it, inches away as she gets a better look at the blood matted fur, her flashlight still glaring it's light against it. She pans it up to it's face, flinching with a gasp when she sees that it's eyes are open, peering at her. Lip drawn up, baring his teeth with a low growl but it's clearly too weak to even lift up it's head so while the noise is jarring, it does little to deter her. 

She slips off her jacket, the adrenalin from this alone warding off the cold that had once been burning up her arms, "It's okay," she murmurs gently, "M'not. . .I'm not gonna hurt you." Her voice is light, and gentle as she can make it, tutting her tongue a little bit as she props her phone's light up on a thick rock. Reaching out, she carefully touches her fingertips to the fur, listening to it whimper as it flinches away the most that it could, "It's alright," she hums, picking up her jacket, then it's massive paw attentively -- the paw alone must've weighed near twenty pounds -- and wrapping the fabric around it tightly, tying it off with the arms. She winces at it's yowl, "I'm sorry!" she apologizes quickly, almost immediately petting at the non-injured foot like she does when she accidentally steps on Grandpa's paw, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're okay, I promise." The coat is soft, like a downy fur; she's gentle as she can be, shushing it's whimpers and cries as she caressed it. 

Though it settled, and quietened some, she knew that she couldn't just let it stay her. Picking up her phone, she unlocks it to see that she's got no signal. And though she doesn't want to leave it here alone, she knows that she needs to call for help, and go get him a blanket, maybe a pillow, and bring some water for it to drink.

So she slowly creeps to a stand, "I'll be back -- I promise I'll be back," she swears to it, searching out it's face, looking into the dark pools of black, "I'm going to get help, okay? I'm going to get help and something for you to drink, and a blanket to keep you warm, yeah?" She focuses in, nodding her head -- more to herself than anything, "I'm going to be back."