Hey everyone this is a story i had for a while but i lost interest in for a long time but i just found it again and thought i would see what everyone else though so the first four chapters are up. if you like it let me know and i will try to do more of it.

Chapter 1

In a small bedroom in number four Privet Drive, Little Winging Surry was a young boy named Harry Potter. Now Harry Potter may at first glance look like any other boy but he looked like he was two years younger than he was, if you looked closely you would see the bruises on his skin, and that he was malnourished, he was also small for his age.

He was a wizard and tonight was his sixteenth birthday which was an important day in the life of a wizard for it was when they got their magical inheritance. It was also the time when any creature blood that ran in the family could come through, but it could either be a gene that lay dormant or a gene that can be passed down through the generations. Now Harry did not think that he had any creature blood in his family but he did not know for sure because he did not know much about his parents and had begun to suspect that the stories he heard were not entirely the truth but had no proof.

An hour before midnight a letter appeared in a rush of flames and fell into Harry's lap. He was shocked for a second as he had never seen a letter delivered like that before but when he picked it up written on the top of the letter in calligraphy style handwriting was 'from dad'. Harry dropped the letter in shock but scrambled to pick it back up.

"Is dad still alive?" Harry asked himself before he hastily opened the letter but what he read was not what he had expected to find out.

My dearest son,

If you are getting this then I am not with you, but I want you to know that I am still alive I just cannot get to you. I will tell you how to get to me after I explain some things. The first thing you need to know Harry is that the story the light tells about you and our family is nothing but lies. Lilly Evens was never your mother nor my wife, she was a spoiled girl with ideals of fame and being the great Aura Potter's wife. I was also never on the side of the light, the only two who would tell you the truth but would not because of their cover and keeping you safe is Sirius and Remus. Don't blame them for not telling you cub I told them if anything was to happen they had to keep their cover but keep you as safe as they could at the same time. Now for the truth, I was born to a light family that is true but I chose the dark side after my parents were killed by the light in a raid to make it look like the dark side had done it but they did not know I was there hidden and saw their faces. After that I sided with Tom and he is not what the light say he is, he is a reasonable man and is also someone who is trying to help the wizarding world even if his methods are not as nice as some may want. I'll explain more about that when I get you home but you should also know that your other father is alive as well his name you might know, Fenir Grayback. You are not human either Harry but neither am I, you see I am a wolf demon with elemental powers so tonight you will become one as well.

Right before midnight I want you to say the phrase 'wolf den' while holding this letter it will take you to where your father and I are and then I can help you through the transformation. You can come earlier if you want but at least five minutes before midnight.

I love you son and can't wait to see you

Love

Your father James Grayback nee Potter

Harry felt like his world had been turned upside down but he also held a lot of anger for the light side now for telling him his dad was dead though he did not know how he had two dads but that was something he was going to be asking. He decided he would be going right then. He got up and packed everything in his trunk and shrunk it wandlessly putting it in his pocket the he grabbed the letter and with a determined look said "wolf den!" right as he felt a hook behind his navel his uncle Vernon came in with a yell of anger when he saw his favorite punching bag disappear without a trace.