As he prowled deeper into the forest, he stumbled upon two familiar figures, sneaking around with flashlights in hand. Colin and Dennis Creevy, two young Gryffindors, were attempting to complete a dare. Harry's eyes narrowed as he considered the boys as potential prey.
Noticing the unusual appearance of their friend, Colin and Dennis tried to back away slowly. "H-Harry?" Colin stammered, his voice shaking.
Harry's lips curled back into a snarl as he lunged at the boys, causing them to yelp in fear. Colin and Dennis tried to defend themselves, but Harry's strength and speed overpowered them. In a matter of seconds, Harry had pinned the boys down, growling and salivating.
Colin and Dennis exchanged terrified glances, realizing they were at the mercy of the werewolf. Harry's hot breath was on their faces, and they could feel the weight of his body pressing down on them.
Harry's mind raced with thoughts of tearing into their flesh and sating his hunger. But something held him back. He felt a strange sense of control, and he decided to toy with his prey.
"Well, well, well," Harry taunted, his voice deep and menacing. "Look what we have here – two stupid little Gryffindors, out past their bedtime. And here I thought you two were smart."
Colin and Dennis tried to reason with Harry, reminding him of their friendship from Hogwarts. "Harry, it's us! Colin and Dennis! Don't you remember?" Colin pleaded.
Harry, amused by their attempts, continued to playfully insult them, calling them "brave but foolish." Colin and Dennis, feeling helpless, started to plead with Harry to spare their lives.
But Harry's hunger was not for their blood. It was for something else entirely. He ordered the boys to strip, threatening to eat them if they refused. Colin and Dennis, shocked but obedient, complied with Harry's demands.
As they stood there, trembling in the cool night air, Harry's gaze raked over their bodies. His hunger grew stronger, but it was no longer for food. It was for something more primal, more carnal.
And as he stepped closer to the boys, his intentions became clear. He was no longer the Harry they had known. He was a creature of the night, and he would take what he wanted.
The three of them stood in the darkness, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Harry's eyes glinted with a new kind of hunger – one that would change their lives forever.
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