A different kind

SilverFang hit the floor hard, blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, his head spinning and
thunder roared in his ears. His body ached, and he felt like his legs were jelly. His mind told
him to lay down, play dead, but he ignored common sense. He slowly forced himself back up
to face his opponent. Blood blocked his sight in his right eye, but the left could still see.

\"Had enough?\" His opponent demanded. SilverFang shook his head, and stood in his ready
position that he had been taught. His opponent attacked him, and SilverFang took three blows
to the chest before seizing a foot that had been aimed at his head and threw his opponent out
of the ring and into a wall. After a moment of silence, a single pair of hands clapping echoed
throughout the room. SilverFang turned towards his teacher and Master, smiling.

\"Well done. You learn fast, Mr. Potter?\" His teacher asked. SilverFang stiffened slightly and his
teacher shculed again. \"Don\'t fret, SilverFang. You know your true name is spoken only inside
of these walls. Go to the infirmary and get patched up. Tomorrow, we\'ll began your weapon\'s training.\"

SilverFang bowed and left his Master. He limped his way through the halls, a few people clapping
him on the back. SilverFang grinned at a couple of them. He walked into the infirmary and sat
down on a bed as his best friend, SilverFang, came over to heal him. She grinned at him, her
obsidian eyes sparkling merrily, and her long black hair pulled back into a thick braid.

\"Did you do well, Green Eyes?\" She asked, calling him by their personal nick names. SilverFang
nodded, grinning.

\"Yeah, I did, Obsidian. I beat the great Panther.\" He said with a smile. She smiled back at him,
her pale skin making her look so fragile.

\"I\'m glad you passed your test. Oh, this is going to sting, Harry.\" She whispered softly and
SilverFang barely winced as the cut on his head began to heal, sending a sharp pain throughout
his entire scalp.

\"I hear you\'re going home.\" SilverFang said softly, a pain in his chest building. Marlene paused
in her healing and sat down next to him, putting her arms around him.

\"It\'s going to be alright, love. I\'ll be back in two weeks.\" Marlene whispered. SilverFang nodded.
Marlene then sensed what was really wrong. She kept silent though. SilverFang didn\'t know that
she knew why he had originally befriended her. \"Ill be back before you know it.\" She whispered.
She then slapped his chest.

\"You\'re all healed. Now, go and rest.\" She said. SilverFang got up and nodded. He left the
infirmary and headed straight to his quarters. He stripped down to his boxers and laid down,
quickly going to sleep.

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[Three Years Later]

SilverFang grinned as he walked along the street, two of his best friends walking besides him.
GoldFeather and Whitestone. They had graduated only that morning, and they were finally allowed
to wear clothes of their own choosing. Whitestone squaled with delight and pointed towards one
store filled with nothing but black things, and loud music was pulsing.

\"Lets go in there!\" She cried and dragged SilverFang and GoldFeather into the store. They looked
around and Whitestone grabbed a tight black shirt with a skull on it and held it up to SilverFang.
\"This is so you! Go try it on, with these!\" She cried, and grabbed some leather pants off of the wall
that were slit all the way up to his hips and were tied together by leather ties. SilverFang conseded
and went and found a dressing room.

When he walked out, but Whitestone and GoldFeather applauded, with a whistle from GoldFeather.
\"Beautiful. Now try on this shirt!\" Whitestone said, and threw him a black longsleeve shirt with tears
all over it. SilverFang went back in and walked back out and GoldFeather shook his head.

\"I wish I could carry off clothes like that. Uh-oh, she\'s coming back with more.\" GoldFeather warned.
Whitestone came back, carrying three different pairs of clothes. She smiled brightly at SilverFang.

\"I love it! Now try these one!\" She cried and thrust them into SilverFang\'s arms. SilverFang decided it
was time to weedle out.

\"Aren\'t you guys going to try on anything?\" He tried. She waved him off, knowing his tactics too well.

\"Of course we are, but only after you\'re done. Wait until you see the jewelry they have!\" She said, her
eyes sparkling. SilverFang, knowing full well that he had lost, headed off towards the dressing room
once again.


When they left, they all carried large bags. SilverFang gagged at the antics of his two friends, who had
managed to get him to carry most of the bags so they could grope each other as they walked.
Unfortunately, Whitestone spotted his antics.

\"Oh, shut up, Green Eyes!\" She snapped. \"One day you\'ll have a love life too, and not one of those one
night stands either. A true, long lasting relationship. She snapped. SilverFang scowled.

\"Not likely, Obsidian. The only one I want will never want me.\" He snapped before apparating away.
GoldFeather hugged Whitestone, who looked miserable.

\"If only he knew.\" She whispered sadly. \"But I can\'t tell him.\" GoldFeather hugged her gently.

\"Don\'t worry. One day, his life will be clear to him as well.\" He whispered. She shook her head.

\"He expects to die after he kills Voldemort. If he continues believing that, then he\'ll never see what\'s infront
of him.\" She replied before they both apparated after SilverFang.