What Will Come, Will Come

Chapter 1: Creatures and Visions

The pack ran as one, side by side, their coats gleaming by the silver light of the moon. Not a creature risked get in their way. When they ran a powerful force crackled in the air, especially with the huge male leading the hunt. Their galloping slowed down to a steady canter as the alpha male tilted his muzzle upwards and sniffed at a scent lingering in the air. All eleven wolves slowed to a steady trot, their large paws padded silently against the soft ground.

One of them growled low suddenly, gaining the attention from the rest of the pack.

"Silvanus, it is not far off, but...something else is here, the scent is unfamiliar to me."

By now all the wolves had come to a halt, lifting their muzzles in the breeze to try and identify the new smell. Another wolf stepped out to join the other; it was a beautiful she-wolf, the alpha female and Silvanus' mate. Her coat was a light grey, with specks of dark fur; her body was long and elegant. The fur on her face was light grey with a white and grey mask surrounding her eyes and muzzle, which lead down her chest as well. Her ears were tipped with black and her eyes were a striking, intelligent yellow, framed by small black patches.

"I agree with Bellator, something is different. There is an unusual feel to the forest - immense power, unlike any other creature that resides here."

Other wolves growled in agreement, looking towards their leader for guidance. Some looked agitated; the pack rarely encountered rival animals.

Silvanus, the alpha male, lifted his tail high, stopping to turn back to the pack.

He was a very powerful and wise wolf; he had remarkable speed, endurance and strength. No wolf or intelligent creature would challenge him; he could overcome a challenger in an instant. His coat was unusual - it was midnight black with a grey under belly, which reached across his chest and on his lower muzzle, his head was black, with a light grey, almost white mask and his eyes were an unusual bright blue. He was by far the largest wolf, his back and legs were long, and when he moved, strong muscle shifted under his fur. His jaw was the most threatening part of him, it was very powerful and if he curled his lip the long, sharp canines could be seen.

His eyes surveyed his pack before speaking.

"I also feel this power you speak of, the scent is familiar, but there is a strange distinction to it. This is not something to be hunted - a great purity surrounds it. Virago, Bellator, come with me," he turned to a brown speckled wolf amongst the pack, "Saltatio, you must lead the hunt - but not here, go back the way we came and seek out something different...we will return shortly."

The wolf that had first spoken and Silvanus' mate broke away from the others to stand alongside him. The other male, Saltatio, turned and lead the pack away.

Silvanus spoke again, "Come with me, we will find this creature and make certain of its business here."

He led them away from the direction the rest of the pack had gone: very, very deep into the forest. They picked up speed until they were steadily cantering through plants, leaping over fallen trees and dodging thorn bushes with ease. It was very dark, and it kept getting darker until it was almost pitch black, but the wolves had no problem finding their way through the undergrowth, the moon gave them guidance.

Silvanus could now pinpoint the creature's exact location from the scent; it was very strong and unique.

He slowed down to a walk, then stopped moving and looked down.

He was looking down at a ten-foot deep ditch where water had once flowed. It continued for miles, and stretched across forty feet before the ground rose again opposite Silvanus. The walls of the ditch where lit by a strange, bright light that was the only thing to be seen in the blackness.

The sound of Virago and Bellator approaching made him turn away from his finding; their movements unsure, curious and submissive.

Virago came further forward to look deeper into the ditch, then turned to her mate once she had made the inspection.

"Silvanus, I do not understand: the smell is both familiar and unfamiliar...do you know what it could be?"

The male kept silent, all he did was turn away from his mate and walk back the way he came. He then turned suddenly and galloped towards the clearing.

"Silvanus, no!" cried Virago.

He leapt off the edge and soared through the air, until he landed with a soft thud on the ground below, a cloud of dust rising around him.

From where he was he could see that the light was coming from a huge hole in the side of the ditch wall, just below where the other wolves were standing: he edged silently closer.

Just as he was a few feet from the source of light, a wave of courage over took him, it struck at his heart and made him stand tall; he lifted his head high, and walked into the gap.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, and then he saw.

Two huge Unicorns were lying down side by side, both facing him, their bright eyes fixed upon him. They had long, flowing manes; their tails also longer than that of an ordinary unicorn.

They rose as Silvanus entered, showing muscular legs and chests, their hooves were a silver colour and the single horn on their forehead was also gleaming silver.

They showed no fear as they walked towards him, but Silvanus raised his tail and a growl rumbled inside of him, an instinctive warning signal he could not surpress.

"Be still, young one. We are of no threat. Follow us, we have been expecting your arrival," one of them said.

Courage washed over him once more, the feeling reassured him and he followed as they turned away.

As they led him deeper, Silvanus looked around and realised that the large fissure was much bigger inside then it looked from the outside. The two unicorns walked either side of him, and seemed to glide across the ground. Green plants were growing on the walls and grass was sprouting from the ground, lilies and daisies littered the floor, as well as what looked like various flower petals.

The power that he had sensed earlier was not coming directly from the unicorns. Indeed, they themselves were powerful in their own right - but Silvanus had come into contact with many a unicorn in his life. They and the wolves had a certain understanding...they respected each others strength of will.

The two either side of him halted, lowered their magnificent heads and bowed.

Silvanus sought out the target of their respect.

The courage again filled him and bright light pierced his eyes, but he could still make out the huge white Unicorn lying down on a patch of healthy green grass - his instincts warned him that the creature in front of him was not simply a unicorn.

The creature nodded at the two standing next to him, and they left.

"I welcome you, Silvanus. Formositas and Castimonia have informed you that I have been awaiting your arrival for some time now."

She stood. Silvanus stepped back respectfully, giving her more room to move. He watched her intently and noticed as she stood that she was not entirely unicorn. Gigantic wings stretched from her smooth shoulders, they could barely reach their full length inside the cave. Each had pure white feathers covering them and as she moved the light shifted; the feathers glittered and shone.

She was larger than Formositas and Castimonia, her mane was very long and rolled into curls just below her knees. Her tail also rolled into smooth curls at the ends, and finished just below her fetlock - the two floated on the floor but gathered no dust nor dirt. Her eyes were bright blue, intelligent and intense.

Her body was pure white, and radiated a bright glow that was almost a pale blue in colour. She seemed able to control this glow as when he had come near, she extinguished it almost completely; but so there was still a light touch of it floating around her.

She was truly the most beautiful thing Silvanus had ever seen.

"I shall begin by introduction: I am Deapius, horse goddess of purity and light. The two unicorns that brought you here are Formositas and Castimonia. And these are Virago and Bellator?"

He looked around, only to see the two standing behind him, looking somewhat confused and dazed. They seemed to know it was Silvanus that she wanted to speak with, and only him, but they remained close by nonetheless.

Silvanus felt strong and fearless in her presence, he could tell from her scent that she was of no threat to him; he could also tell that she was very eloquent and held her position of prominence well.

He bowed his head low, knowing he need not introduce himself, for she knew who he was.

When he raised his eye to her again he spoke the only question he could think to ask:

"Why have you brought me here?"

She took a moment before answering, she seemed to be lost in a distant world, a great sadness dulled her eyes, but when she looked onto Silvanus again he could see determination shining in the deep, blue depths.

"I have been troubled by the events that have occurred, and will occur here. Great evil resides in this world, and it will not stop until it has ripped out the hearts of everything good and poisoned it with malevolence. It has not touched you or your family, but when the time comes everything and everyone will be affected.

"I have called for you because you are the last remaining descendant of Sophos, the wisest and greatest wolf that ever lived, worshipped by other wolves and respected by humans of his time. He was known for fighting in defence for the good of this world. Back then there were more good creatures in this world than there ever were bad...but times have changed.

"When Sophos was young he met a female wolf, she later produced one pup...a son. What he discovered soon after was that she was a werewolf, she had conceived and given birth while in wolf form and had no recollection of ever doing so. The pup was deformed - it looked like a normal wolf, but it had the eyes of human, the senses and heart of a human. Its eyes were blue, following his mother, he could only smell like a human and he had the sight and hearing of one. Despite all this Sophos raised him, the pup was very vulnerable in the wild, not being able to hunt very well, but he survived. He even went on to have pups of his own, which eventually led to your great-grand father, then your grand father, father, and eventually: you."

Silvanus was rarely shocked by events, but this shook him. He was about to question what this meant when she spoke again:

"This means that you have a special connection - more special than any other wolf- to the world of wizards and witches. Sophos did many great things, every generation since him has done the same: protecting the light from those who have black hearts and dark souls. It is now your turn to do what is your birth purpose."

Silvanus stood tall.

"What must I do?"

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The orange streaks spreading across the sky over the houses of Privet Drive indicated that a new day had started. A boy sat on his windowsill gazing at the rising sun, not really seeing anything at all.

If anyone were to take any interest in the dark haired boy living at number 4 Privet Drive they would notice the deep purple bags under his eyes. They would notice the pallor of his skin that stood in stark contrast to his jet-black hair. But if anyone were to really look at the fifteen year old boy, it would not be the skin or the bags that they would find heart-rending; it would be the look in his eyes at that moment. It wasn't a look that a just fifteen year old should have on his birthday. The once bright, emerald green eyes were dull and full of uncertain grief.

Harry James Potter stared silently out the open window, deep in his thoughts. The cold early morning breeze flew through his window caressing his face lightly, cooling his cheeks.

Glancing up, he saw a shape silhouetted against the rising sun; it was a bird, a swallow. One thought came to him as he watched the bird soar effortlessly through the sky: Freedom. Freedom was one of many things he could not be given, at his aunt and uncles house he was kept away from the outside world. He did not have the freedom to go about the wizarding world unnoticed. He did not even have freedom while he slept. Graphic nightmares of the Triwizard Tournament, visions of the torture and brutal murder of innocent muggles haunted him.

Movement in the corner of his eye broke off his reverie; he looked up and saw a different bird flying towards the house. This bird was not a sparrow; it was an owl. Harry slid off the sill and opened the window wider, allowing the owl more room to enter. The beautiful white bird soared through on snowy wings with practiced ease, landing soundly on Harry's bed.

He walked over to her as she hooted affectionately, and gave her a friendly scratch on the head.

She had dropped a package as she had landed and he picked it up, it was long and rectangle shape. There was also a brief letter from Hermione wishing him a Happy Birthday, they had been told by the Headmaster to only write brief letters to each other, for the risk of the owls being intercepted. He opened the package and came to a belt, it looked like leather, but Harry knew from years of potions and herbology lessons that it was dragon hide. It was dark brown and felt very smooth, and on closer inspection Harry noted a long thin holder where his right thigh would be. He looked at the tag on the buckle:

"Amazingly crafted, hand-made wand holder. Are you forever trying to find a place to keep your wand? Well here is your solution! Your wand will always be at hand with this, when put on it adjusts to fit the size of the bearer. It is also able, irremovable (for anyone other then the owner), invisible when worn, and feather light, you will hardly know your wearing it! Tell your friends......."

Harry put on the belt, watching as it shrunk to fit his form. He lifted the loose floorboard and took out his wand, taking a few minutes to look at it.

Strange, he thought, that something so small and plain can release as much power as it does.

He rubbed his hands over it noting each and every dent, scratch and rough bit of wood that he had come to know so well over the years. He slipped his wand into the long holder on his right watching as it also shrunk to fit. The label was right, as soon as he put it on all the weight seemed to appear. Hedwig hooted from the bed in approval.

"So, what do you think?" His voice sounded raspy and dry, like someone who had not uttered a word for weeks.

Tapping on the window made him look up. There were two owls he didn't recognise and Pig, he let them in and before the tiny owl could screech and scream at the top of his lungs, Harry reached out and grabbed the creature with reflexes born from his seeker training. They had all been carrying packages and letters, Harry opened from the other owls first, deciding to leave Pig until the last.

It was a short letter from Sirius.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry this can only be brief, I just wanted to make sure I wished you a happy birthday and that you got a decent present from me. I hope it helps you feel closer to your parents.

Snuffles

Feeling his spirits rise slightly at the short note, Harry opened the package, and his heart leapt.

It was at least a dozen or more pictures of his mother and father, young Sirius and Remus, he noted with satisfaction that Pettigrew didn't seem to be in any of them. Harry took in every detail of them, smiling slightly at the shining faces looking back at him; they looked so...happy, so oblivious to what their fate was.

He moved onto the next mystery owl's package. It wasn't as big, about five inches long and one inch wide; this also came with a short letter. It was from Hagrid, who also said happy birthday and told him all was well wherever he was.

Harry drew out a three inch, white, curved, and sharply pointed object with a small hole at the wider end. It was a young Hungarian Ridgeback tooth. The letter also said that it was charmed to bring luck to who ever it was given to.

Oh good, thought Harry dryly, I need just about as much luck as I can get.

He also pulled out a long silver chain; it was very thin and had a clasp on one end, a necklace. He put the chain through the hole at the of the tooth and fastened it around his neck. It rested just below his collar bone.

Last of all, Harry came to Pig's package. Ron's present was a tiny Snitch, about half the size of the real one. He said in the letter that Harry could practice in his room, it would be good practice and would give him something to keep him occupied. There was also a supply of home made cakes from Mrs Weasley.

Harry smiled slightly as he imagined Mrs. Weasley rummaging about the kitchen making them for him.

He picked up a quill and some parchment, and proceeded to write brief thank you letters to each person. He sent Hedwig off and told her to stay away for as long as she wanted, he would have no use for her and even though he would miss her terribly, she deserved to have a bit of time on her own. Not only that, but he had heard Uncle Vernon telling his aunt that he would be selling the 'ruddy bird' if it continued to make such a racket. She would come back if Harry needed her, like other owls that were close to their wizard owners, she would be able to sense if he needed her and would fly back to him.

When he looked up again he was surprised to see that the sun was now setting, he hadn't realised the hours had been passing so quickly. He was hardly complaining, the quicker the days went before he got back to Hogwarts, the better.

He cringed slightly as he heard raised voices from downstairs, and walked over to the window when he heard a loud bang. He looked just in time to see Vernon storming out of the house, slamming the front door as he went.

He's gone...again.

Harry had been avoiding the Dursleys as much as possible, and they seemed to have a similar idea towards him. He only really saw them at breakfast and even then conversation was non-existent, but even Harry could not avoid over hearing snippets of their discussion. From what he could make out, Vernon had been having extreme problems at work, sales were right down, and money was very short. For this reason Vernon had been disappearing almost every night, at first Harry thought that he was having an affair, but he scratched that thought when he laid eyes on him again. Then one night a few days ago, Harry saw Vernon stagger back into the house, he heard him stumble up the stairs and slur incomprehensible words to his aunt. It was very obvious that he was drunk, and that he had been going to the pub regularly, drowning his sorrows in glass upon glass of whiskey.

Harry sat on his bed, wiping the exhaustion from his eyes; mist seemed to be closing in around the edges and his body had become very heavy.

I can't face sleep yet, just a little longer...

9:32 PM the clock read, he had gone nearly three days with no sleep, and there was nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable. He pinched his face and arms so hard that blood spilled out.

But there was nothing he could do; his body would not function properly without sleep. His eyelids fluttered shut and he fell into a whirlpool of darkness.

............Harry was running. He was running for what felt like hours, his eyes felt different and his whole body shape felt wrong, he was closer to the ground and was moving much faster then he ever could in his normal body. It was a strange sensation, but he was not able to dwell on the feeling; his sharp eyes had spotted something. He was running through woods, woods not unlike the Forbidden Forest. He picked up something strange in the distance, it seemed like a clearing, there were no trees and what looked like a fire was glowing ahead. He didn't want to see, he didn't want to know, but he had no choice, he was going towards it and there was nothing he could do. He slowed to a halt and stood amongst the trees and foliage, just outside the large clearing. There were about twenty figures, all shrouded in long, ebony black robes. They were standing in a circle, all with wands pointing at something, but Harry couldn't make out what.

He looked down at his huge paws and watched as they moved him out from behind the bush. His sensitive hearing picked out the sound of the rustling of wind and robes, heavy, laboured breathing, and then a cold, cruel laugh. It was not just one person though; all of them were chuckling at something they obviously found very amusing. Harry crept closer and closer still, his paws were silent as they touched the ground softly and the wizards did not so much as look in his direction. He knew they wouldn't, he was in a dream, but he still wanted to make sure that he went completely unnoticed. There were a few small gaps between some of the wizards, big enough for Harry to look through. He held his breath, and looked.

What he saw were three people. There was a man; he must have been in his mid-thirties, with dark brown hair and a tanned complexion. Next to him was a woman who looked not much younger; she had shoulder length curly hair and big brown eyes. Harry was more troubled with the other person. It was a child, no older then six or seven, Harry figured he was the couple's son as he had his parent's features. They were all wearing muggle clothing and looked completely terrified.

Until then, Harry had not looked closely at the people who had them at wand point, but he was already convinced at what he would see. He was right: Death Eaters. They were all wearing pristine white masks, and had long black robes that swayed in the breeze; their hoods were pulled up. He was surprised to see that one Death Eater in the circle had two large dogs sitting on either side, he recognised them as Rottweilers; Aunt Marge had labelled them 'The Devil's Dogs' ever since one had attacked her dog. They both had strong looking jaws that most probably contained equally strong teeth, with muscular chests and large heads. They sat calmly, surveying the scene before them without moving.

Harry's senses tore his eyes from the people around him, and nearer to the trees. A lone figure stood there, the figure looked up, and Harry caught a glimpse of scarlet eyes under the low hood: it was Voldemort. Harry took a step backwards, wincing as his scar began to burn. He saw a dark shape moving slowly at the Dark Lord's feet, it moved with ease and crushed leaves and grass under its weight. Nagini curled and settled next to her master, she rested her large scaly head on her coils and watched the circle of robed clad people as her master did. Harry could imagine, if Voldemort's hood had been pulled down, the two dark creatures would look very similar.

The laughing ceased and Harry watched as one of the Death Eaters stepped forward. He pulled back his hood and lifted his mask; Harry felt a low, rumbling growl burn through his body, his lip curled and he licked his sharp teeth, wanting to clamp then around the man's neck.

Lucius Malfoy walked towards the muggles and kicked the man violently in the stomach, "I'm afraid that's not a suitable reply," Malfoy said lazily.

He suddenly turned to the man and shouted, "Crucio!"

He screamed, his wife and child screamed, and Harry whimpered in the back of his throat. Malfoy let the curse take its course for a horribly, painful long time, but Harry saw Voldemort lift his hand in the distance, Malfoy saw it too and stopped.

He turned his cold, evil eyes on the woman and the child in her arms.

"You are about to realise the mistake you made when you married this piece of filth and the crime to wizardry you committed when you produced that mongrel," he indicated to the child who shivered in her arms.

With that, Malfoy pulled out a large dagger with a silver handle and plunged it into the man's chest. He writhed and screamed in pain, while Malfoy wrenched it out and struck again.

A couple of Death Eaters came to join in, throwing curses at his weakening body; one pulled out another knife and copied Malfoy. By the time they had finished his body was a gruesome sight, the child did not look and the woman just stood staring, tears spilling out of her eyes. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched her son closer to her, he was all she had.

"Now woman, hand over the child. I want you to watch what happens when you cross the Dark Lord."

Before the Death Eaters could do anything, she pulled out a wand from her trouser leg, and turned it on her son. She kissed him once, whispered, "I love you" then uttered a few words. The boy slumped painlessly in her arms: dead.

She then turned her wand on herself, but before she did the same she shouted:

"The light will prevail!"

She fell to the ground.

Malfoy turned on the Death Eater next to him, demanding to know why he hadn't removed all the ands. The burning on Harry's forehead increased, he backed away towards the trees as he saw Voldemort glide over to Malfoy. He stopped and looked at the Death Eater Malfoy had been shouting at; who dropped to his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes, begging for forgiveness.

"I have no time for this. The dogs, Malfoy." he said in his cold voice.

Malfoy smirked at the Death Eater in front of him and looked around the circle to the man controlling the two animals, he nodded at him. The dogs' eyes were fixed on the Death Eater at Voldemort's feet, growling softly. The man in between them did not take his eyes from the kneeling Death Eater either, he simply muttered two words.

With a final growl, they shot up and hurtled straight for the Death Eater. They both pounced on him, one went straight to the throat and ripped at it viscously, the other took the leg in his jd yanked, they climbed all over his body until all his blood pooled onto the grass. Voldemort watched silently, and when the dogs had finished, they trotted to his side, their teeth and muzzles stained a horrible red.

The Death Eaters still hadn't finished. Malfoy and the others had closed in on the two other bodies like vultures - pulling out daggers.

Harry couldn't help but scream, it fell on dead ears to the people around him. The sound from his throat was not human; it came as a loud, low noise that vibrated his whole body. He looked at the mangled bodies, the bodies of mother and child and screamed and screamed............

Harry woke with a cry, he could taste the saltiness of tears on his cheeks, and his throat was raw from screaming. In the back of his mind he noticed that he was on the floor, with sheets stuck to his sweaty body. He dived for the bathroom; opening the door so violently that it screamed on its hinges. He threw himself at the toilet and retched; the images of the bodies kept coming into his mind, which only caused him to retch further.

When he had finished, he slumped against the wall behind him, his muscles ached from being bent over for so long, and it hadn't helped that he had fallen out of his bed. Getting up, he staggered over to the sink and splashed ice-cold water onto his face and in his mouth before he returned to sitting against the wall.

Harry rubbed his scar unconsciously, noticing for the first time that it did not burn. It throbbed like it had done since the end of term, but that was just like a permanent headache, nothing new. He had now had four horrific dreams; in each one he only caught a glimpse of Voldemort.

He stirred when the sound of shouting reached his ears: it was his uncle. Surprised that they had not stormed in on him by now and thrown him out for the noise he had most probably made, he quietly opened the bathroom door and tiptoed across the hall - towards his room. His aunt and uncle had been too busy shouting at each other to notice him.

"How do you expect us to live, we are short of money as it is, without you going out getting drunk every night?!" The shrill voice of his aunt rang out.

"I don't get drunk every night, and if your so god damn worried about the bloody money, why don't you get a job?!"

Harry could tell that his Uncle was not completely drunk anymore, just slightly tipsy.

"Oh yes, like what? Who would stay here and take care of our house?"

It went on like that for another hour, until they finally gave in to each other and went to sleep.

But the dark haired boy did not sleep; he continued to look out the window, at the glowing, silver moon.

He did not notice the pair of black beady eyes staring at him from the bushes outside 4 Privet drive.

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