I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

FULL SUMMERY: 17 year old Harry Potter was at the local park in Surrey avoiding the wrath of his uncle. He did not plan on running into a werewolf on the night of a full moon, nor being attacked by one. Narrowling escaping with his life Harry ends up in a time where his parents and their friends are in their 7th year at Hogwarts. Harry wakes up to find he has no memory of himself or his past but to also be told that he is now a werewolf. Harry finds himself attending Hogwarts where he meets the marauders and mother. He deals with controling the beast within and accepting that he is not a monster. In a time where there is a very much alive and powerfull Dark Lord.

Chapter One: Bitten

17 year old Harry Potter was currently sitting on the swing set in the moon lit park in Surrey. The strange quietness and eerie feeling seemed to have no effect on the young wizard for he was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice. He sat there wondering when the Order would give him the green card to leave the Dursley's and Private Drive for good now that he was 17. The past year had been hard on him, with discovering that Voldemort had made 7 horcruxes and seeing Dumbledore be killed.

He had left his aunt and uncle house in attempt to get a few hours of peace without being yelled at. He had wondered around for awhile lost in his thoughts and finally ended up in the park, sitting on the lone swing that his cousin Dudley and his crew had not broken. A loud snap of a twig breaking had him popping his torso up from its previously slouched position with his hand dashing to his pocket where his wand was kept.

His eyes scanned the ground and shadows of the surrounding forest for the source of the noise. But all seemed normal, no death eaters jumping from behind bushes or dementors floating threatinly in the sky. Just as he was about to pass it off as paranoia and blame Mad-eye Moody for engraining 'constant vigilance' into his brain, he caught site of amber eyes staring at him unblinking from the shadows. He froze where he was, breathing stopping as he made eye contact with a creature he dearly hopped was muggle and not wizardly. But judging by the sheer size of the grey wolf he knew no matter of hopping would help.

Slowly as if not to appear moving he got up and drew his wand, taking small and quiet steps backwards. So focused on the wolf with eyes he had once seen on his old Defense teacher he did not notice the slide he was backing into until he was tumbling backwards on his back. This seemed to be what snapped the wolf out of his intense scrutiny of the wizard before him.

Seeing the wolf come pelting at him full speed Harry gathered his strength in his panicked streaked mind and forced his feet under his body where he ran faster than ever before in his life. Jumping over bushes and dodging play structures he ran to the nearest street in hope to avoid the beast that was quickly catching up to him. Just as he saw the nearest lamp post shining like the northern star he was pushed forward when the wolf lunged at him. Reaching for the wand that fell out of his hand as he tumbled to the ground he prepared to blast the werewolf off of him. But as his lips were forming the words the wolfs huge paw swatted at his face where Harry immediately thanked the heavens for the glasses that just saved his eye. He quickly lost the relief as pain and blood filled his vision as the wolf bit down on his shoulder.

Harry had no hope in stifling the agonized scream that ripped through his throat as the beasts teeth tore through the tender flesh and bone of his shoulder. Just as Harry came to the conclusion that he was going to be mulled to death Lady Fate interfered. A blue light that blinded him completely surrounded him and the feeling he was moving very fast backwards and that his mind was becoming lighter was all he could think about. As fast as it happened it stopped. He laid there looking up at the sky in what he figured was a front yard. No longer was he in a park being attacked by a wolf but alone on grass surrounded by a fence that radiated magic. The last thing he thought of before he gave way to peaceful unconsciousness was not where am I, but Who am I?