A familiar scent caught his attention, sending his predatory instincts into overdrive. Colin Creevey, a former Gryffindor student, now a timid wizard in his late twenties. Harry's senses went into overdrive as he followed the scent, his claws clicking against the cobblestones.
Meanwhile, Colin stumbled upon a dark alley, humming a tune from his Hogwarts days. He never saw the danger lurking nearby, not until it was too late. Harry pounced, his fangs sinking into Colin's shoulder. Colin screamed, but the sound was cut short as Harry's teeth tore into his flesh.
With a sinister grin, Harry dragged Colin's unconscious body deeper into the alley, ready to satisfy his cravings. But he hadn't accounted for Denise Creevey, Colin's fiery twin sister. She sensed something was amiss and set out to find her brother, her magic senses tingling.
She stormed through the streets, her wand at the ready, hurling playful insults at any potential threats. "You think you can hurt my brother, you miserable cur? Try me!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty streets.
She arrived at the dark alley, her heart pounding. She sensed Colin's presence, but something else too - a dark, monstrous energy. With a flick of her wand, Denise illuminated the alley, her eyes widening in horror as she saw Harry, her brother's friend, transformed into a beast.
Harry, caught off guard, paused, his eyes meeting Denise's. For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition. But Denise was having none of it. She stepped forward, her wand pointed at Harry. "You've hurt Colin, you filthy mutt. Prepare to pay the price," she snarled.
Harry snarled back, but Denise stood her ground. She was a Creevey, after all. With a swift movement, Denise cast a spell, binding Harry's limbs. Harry struggled, but he was no match for Denise's magic.
Denise approached Harry, her eyes filled with disgust. "You used to be human, you know. What happened to you?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
Harry, defeated, hung his head. "I... I don't know. I just... I couldn't control it anymore," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Denise raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's just bloody inconvenient, isn't it?" she said, her voice sharp and witty, even in the face of danger.
End of Chapter One.
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