AN: While going through my stories for my 'massive marathon update' I found that I didn't really write my first story all that well so it's being rewritten.

Harry Potter and The pack

Chapter 1

-General P.O.V.-

It was considered the height of folly for anything odd, unusual, or even plain old interesting to happen in Privet Drive so it was a good thing for the Dursley family that nobody saw the large screech owl, with a letter clamped firmly in its beak, fly over to one of the windows of Number 4 Privet Drive. It was especially good for the recipient of the letter that his uncle, who liked nothing to do with magic or anything that the rather narrow-minded man saw as unusual, did not hear the owl tapping on the glass. The boy was the main reason that the Dursley family didn't like magic as the boy was in fact a young wizard, a student at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who was about to start his fifth year. But no one, no the owl, not the Dursleys, not even Harry Potter himself, could have predicted the events that would soon take place.

-Harry-

Sighing Harry Potter lay back on his rather small bed, trying to figure out what he was going to do, he had just been expelled and the only thing he knew besides that was that the Headmaster said he would be 'working' on it. His Uncle was ecstatic at the idea of watching him be carted off to prison and had proposed a toast to his Aunt before she pointed out that his cousin needed to see a doctor… he had decided not to tell them that the situation could be cured with chocolate.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep though he heard a tap at his window and, cracking his eyes open, found a screech owl with a letter in its beak. Quickly letting the bird in he opened the letter and read

Dear Harry,

Whatever you do, do NOT leave your Aunt and Uncles house until I get there. I am almost done convincing the Minister to hold off you expulsion until a formal hearing can be arranged. Do not leave the house and do not use magic unless you have absolutely no choice. I will come to get you at eight O' Clock tomorrow morning.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

Grinning he began packing up his trunk, after giving the owl a couple treats, much to Hedwig's ire, before the owl flew away and he made sure he had gathered everything he owned and planned to take with him.

The next morning at precisely Eight he was packed and waiting by the door when he heard his Uncle yell out "BOY! What are you doing out of your room? Your Aunt and I told you that you aren't allowed to leave you bedroom!", causing him to spin around warily at his now awake Uncle but at that precise moment the doorbell rang and he quickly opened the door to reveal the calm and composed Headmaster to his irate Uncle.

"Uncle," he said grinning "this is my headmaster. I believe you once called him a, what was it, crackpot old fool?".

His Uncle's face quickly lost its impressive mixture of red and purple and rapidly turned to the color of old porridge "Well that's impressive," he heard the headmaster mutter "I didn't realize that was even a color.".

Struggling to contain his laughter he turned to Dumbledore and asked "So where are we going Headmaster?".

"Ah yes," the Headmaster said nodding before casting a spell at his trunk and owl cage, Hedwig already on his shoulder, causing both to vanish with a pop "I'm taking you to your ancestral home of Potter Manor, your trunk and Hedwig's cage shall be waiting for us there.".

"That freak has a manor?!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed in shock before growling "I demand that it be turned over to me, little freak owes me for having to take care of him all these years.".

"Take care of me?!" he asked, furious and finally reaching the breaking point from dealing with his Uncle "You think locking me up under the bloody STAIR CASE and calling it a bedroom for ten damn years is 'taking care of me'? That feeding me scraps is taking care about me? What about how I didn't know my name till I went to school and told my teacher my name was 'Freak'? The beatings you all gave me! The insults, the lies, everything! That was 'taking care of me?!".

With each second he grew angrier and angrier, his magic responding to this as he heard his power roar in his ears before a second, even greater voice joined it with equal fury as he saw his Headmaster gaze at his uncle and, for the second time in his life, he saw the wizard that made Dark Lord's tremble in fear.

"You beat him?!" Dumbledore raged "Locked him in a cupboard! I asked you to look after him as if he was your own son and this is how you treat him!?".

Dumbledore's aura had begun seeping out and was crawling up the walls singing the wallpaper and causing the lights to flicker in its magnitude, to him the aura felt comforting and proactive but he could clearly see his Uncle didn't see the same by the way the man was backing up in fear, and the way his Aunt and cousin up the stairs were looking down in horror.

"You three disgust me," Dumbledore said with a snarl "I had hoped my faith in humanity would be better placed than this. It seems I was wrong.".

"Not entirely headmaster," he said glaring at his relatives "can anything or anyone who does the things they have truly be considered human? Fudge and his ilk may have labelled Remus an inhuman monster but Remus Lupin shows more humanity than these scum ever have.".

"Very true Harry," Dumbledore said, as the aura around the aged headmaster began to slowly recede "but I think we've wasted enough time on them. Let's go before they're taint tries to infect us.". With that, Dumbledore grabbed his arm and they dissaperated with a sharp crack, appearing moments later on a grassy hillside in front of a large mansion, surrounded by forest.

Groggily getting back to his feet he looked around and asked "Where are we professor?".

"We are at the Potter Manor which is somewhere in the forest of Dean Harry," the aged man said genially his voice pleasant but the rage still visible in his eyes even if muted "but let us go inside, I shall answer your questions in there.".

Shortly afterwards he was inside a small sitting area across from the Headmaster "Why didn't you ever tell me about this place Headmaster?" he asked confused "And why were you so shocked about what happened back there, you already knew didn't you? I mean, my first letter did come addressed to 'the cupboard under the stairs'.".

"To answer the most important question I didn't know how you were treated," Dumbledore said with a sad sigh "I had placed Mrs. Figg in the neighborhood to watch over you and report to me if the Dursleys abused you but she never reported anything of the sort. And as for your letters…" at this point the headmaster gave him an embarrassed look "Quirrell was in charge of sending out the letters that year.". (AN: I have never seen this explanation as to why nobody reacted to the address of 'cupboard under the stairs').

"Of course," he grumbled "Quirellmort strikes again.".

After a brief snicker at his new title for the Dark Lord Dumbledore continued "And as for why I didn't tell you about this place is simple, I knew you'd want to live here. Your mother's protection would only protect you so long as you stayed with one of her blood relatives and called it home…I have no clue as to why it failed with the dementors though. But if you did know you would want to live here and I'm positive your Aunt and Uncle would not want to live in a magical manor and rely on magic to get to and from places so I thought it best to save it for later.".

"I understand the reasoning for that Headmaster as you didn't know how badly I was treated…but I also know why the protections failed…at least I think I do." He said, calmer now that he had some answers.

"Really?" the Headmaster asked intrigued, "Do go on.".

"Two reasons," he explained "the first is that our favorite Dork Lord used my blood to come back so I don't really think that blood wards would do much good anymore. The second is that I haven't considered that place my home since I set my eyes on Hogwarts.". All was silent until that silence was shattered by the crack of Albus Dumbledore's face palm.

A few hours later he was by himself exploring the Manor, Dumbledore having gone ahead to a place called 'Number Twelve Grimmuald Place' but said he would be back shortly before dinner to pick him up while also giving him time to explore the Manor some and reconnect with his roots.

Suddenly a voice that seemed familiar called out "HARRY?!" causing him to jump in the air and look around but not see anyone.

"Behind you." another voice said in a joking tone. Turning around Harry came face to face with… his parents.