Chapter 8
The Alpha wolf, Jean, nudged the 11 years old winged pup, waking him up. "Mh...? Is it morning already?" Harry asked sleepily, opening his eyes. Jean shook his head. "Non. But it is your time to prove yourself on watch duty," That made him wake up faster then a cup of coffee. "Really?" Harry asked while scrambling to get his cloak unwrapped from his body. Jean nodded. "Oui. Get yourself to the posts, pup," He nodded, stumbling out, unsteady from sleep.
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Finally, Dumbledore found the entrance; a pair of buildings so close to each other that there was barely any footspace. He drew just short of it.
A boy, wearing the normal blue cloak, was crouched there, clearly scouting for the rest. But that hadn't been what had caught his attention.
On the boy's back, flared in warning, were a pair of black and white wings.