Authors Note: I can see a lot of you had negative reactions to the Rape. Good, I didn't intend for it to be something you enjoyed reading. But I didn't just throw it in for a bit of smut, my reasons were that I wanted to convey the dark bloody side of this story right off the bat. I can't promise that there won't be another instance of rape actually happening or being mentioned and there will be graphic deaths depicted in this story. There will be graphic sex as well, though censored on Fanfiction and uncensored on Ficwad.

This chapter will get things rolling for Harry as well as explain a few more things concerning Harry's strange reaction to the Werewolf bite and the sudden change as well as why his scar was affected and destroyed in that circumstance. Now sit back and enjoy chapter 2 of Rise of the Lycans.

Rise of the Lycans Chapter 2

(Harry's Dream)

His paws pounded against the earthy forest floor in a rapid repetitive beat. His breath came in deep powerful breaths from his large powerful lunges, bigger in this form than his bipedal form. He was fast, much faster in this form than the other which was based more around power and agility at close range. This larger faster form was better suited for endurance while the other form was more flexible, and his larger heart pounded in his ears which were able to detect sound from miles away no matter how faint. Such sounds as the prey animals stalking the forest or more importantly the echoing howl of the one he was here to observe.

As the howl went up, indicating that his subject had located his target and had started hunting, he egged his body to run faster. The thrill of the speed, the power, and most importantly the freedom was unmatchable in most other forms of personal pleasure and happiness. The forest around him blurred and the moon, full and shining brightly above him, seemed to sing to him in a way only he could understand. It did not control him, but it loved him and it always watched over him when it was there. Providing its protection as best it could, that was why the first hunt was always held on a full moon.

He crested a hill with an outcropping of rock and looked out over the forest from above. The vantage point gave him an excellent view of his surroundings. But most importantly it gave him a view of the clearing below him. Suddenly a large tusked warthog of the magical variety burst from the foliage, and by magical he meant that it was bigger than a human. Six feet long and four at the shoulders with two long arching tusks jutting from the jaw the warthog was a powerful creature. Though the creature that was chasing it was just as powerful. Out of the forest sprung a brown blond Lycan, the Lycan changed in mid air between his four and two legged forms and tackled the warthog to the ground.

The massive beast gave a screech of panic and anger and thrashed around trying to either throw the Lycan off or gore it with its tusks. But the Lycan was having none of that and slashed viciously at the beasts flank, another screech and the wounded warthog reared and the Lycan went for the kill razor sharp teeth finding their way to the beasts neck. A simple twist and tear and its throat was ripped out, blood spilling all over the ground splashing everywhere. The Lycan dropped the carcass of its kill and rose its head high howling deeply at the night sky and the moon shining down on him.

Harry made his way down from the outcropping of rock and into the clearing where the Lycan stood over his kill. With a shudder of both his body and the shadows he commanded he shifter, losing a significant amount of weight and rising up on his back to legs. He walked the rest of the distance between him and the Lycan. The Lycan was 7 feet 9 inches in his two legged form, young but a good proper size and strong of body and sharp of mind. He towered over the Lycan at 8 foot 3 inches full grown and weighed almost 120 pounds more than the youngling. The male stood straight and proud his emerald eyes glowing like moon light surrounded by black where white once was in his human form.

Harry stopped not three feet from the Lycan and his kill. He appraised the youngling and his kill with all seeing eyes taking in every detail of the results as well as what he had witnessed leading up to said results along with everything he had seen earlier that night during the other test. Finally he gave a half pleased half amused growl low in his throat and a single nod. The tension in the younglings eyes vanished at once replaced at once by relief and joy. The youngling the leaned his head up and to the left over his heart bearing his throat in a sign of submissiveness and respect. A common sign among the Lycans, to bear ones throat to another meant you were placing your life and your honor it that persons hands, normally a superior would bear his throat less than the subordinates Depending on how much less he bared his throat measured the amount of respect put into the gesture.

He bared his own throat to the youngling, the exact same amount that he had bared to him. Pride filled his eyes making Harry smile a fanged grin. A human gesture but acceptable now that the first hunt was over, unable to resist any longer the youngling threw himself at him yipping in glee knocking them both over onto the ground. From then it devolved into a play fight between the two something they both enjoyed as there was no real force behind their blows or bites. Though he still pinned the boy out of necessity it was all in good fun and they both new it. Finally tiring they broke apart, he took the scent of the youngling in smiling, like always he reminded him more of his mother though there were traces of him in the sent as well his mother dominated this one. But that was ok like all his mates she was strong and bore him many fine pups like the one before him, his pride and joy, his son.

Not his only son, not by a long shot. But he loved all his children, his sons and his daughters and his mates who gave him his children. The beginning of his race, his people, the Lycans. His son hoisted his kill over his shoulders, it was his responsibility after all and the father and son pair started running back through the forest path, back home. He was slower than normal but that was to be expected due to the trials he had faced that day, ending with the first hunt, and now he was carrying his kill it was expected that he would be a little slow. As such it was almost an hour later before they reached the end of their path. A strong wind blew towards him carrying with it the scents of his pack. Looking at his son he gave him a nod and his son let up a mighty howl which was answered after only a moment.

Suddenly there was the sound of beating paws and almost half a dozen pups all in four legged form came pelting down the path yipping in excitement and joy and their brother and father returning. Harry turned four legged and met the pups as they reached him jumping up and down trying to climb on his back and licking his muzzle. He playfully pawed and nudged at the pups and they squealed in mock fright ant his antics. They noted his newly christened son next and leapt at him as well trying to get at the boar he carried. He chuckled at his little brothers and sisters and a growl from Harry got them to back off.

Reaching the den Harry's eyes landed on the rest of his pack, the pups at his feet bolting back to their mothers and siblings. Two of his mates one with blond fur and another strawberry blond came up to him and nuzzled him in greeting before the blond went to his son and greeted him as well. The similarities between the two were easily recognizable as she was his mother and she shifted to a two legged form to greet her child. He gave a gruff bark at his son and pointed with his snout indicating that he should finish his job. His son nodded and walked away with the boar and his mother, he would take the boar and prepare it for the pack but he would not take any of it for himself. A hunter was not allowed to eat his own first kill, the pack came first after all and after he was done he would stand watch under the full moon for the rest of the night protecting the pack while the slept, when the sun came up he would be considered a man in the pack and allowed to go on hunts with his brothers and sisters.

The strawberry blond at his side still on four legs nudged him and pointed in another direction, towards the nursery indicating that he should go there. The pair then started walking greeting the other mates and children as he passed them through the clearing, the nursery was made out of spun branches, leaves, moss and bushed and was quite large on the inside. As he walked in he noticed three of his mates, a ginger and light brown standing over a dark scarlet red wolf with blue green eyes. She lay on the ground with the other two standing over her tending to her with care. The reason, well she was round with pups and was currently giving birth.

A moved quickly behind her and laid there letting her lean against him in support. She whined slightly and burrowed into him, he licked her neck and ears in encouragement. He tried to be there for all his pups births and so far he had been successful in that endeavor. He had been through all this before, giving encouragement with his presence. It took several hours but eventually nature came through and with a painful whine his new children entered the world. Three of them all little girls, they were all beautiful and he nosed them taking in their sent and nudging them up against their mother as she cleaned them. He nosed her again and she hummed against him before he rose up and made his way out, her sister wives would take care of her now and the puppies and she needed to rest after giving birth.

The blond furred she wolf approached him again her son off in the distance finishing up with the boar. She rubbed up against him and motioned for him to follow her. He did wondering where she was leading him. It became apparent fairly quickly though when he caught a certain sent, pure human. A female to be exact and then she came into view as he rounded the corner. She was young, but not young enough to be below his age limit, she looked like she had just reached it. She had a loose cloth toga wrapped around her and clasped at the back of her neck. Her hair was long and luscious and her eyes wide and full of lust.

He had forgotten that it was her time, that was the reason she was here. To going him and his pack as his mate and to give him more Lycans. There was no need for words as his mate left him and the human woman alone, he shifted back to a two legged form his shadows whipping around him during the change. His organ released itself from inside his body and the woman unclasped her robe and turned bearing herself to him. He took her quickly and strongly and when he finally reached his peak and claimed her womb he bit her shoulder finishing the mark. This was the reason he could only change women, to change them they needed his bit and his seed. The drawback being that he could not bring any men into his pack for strength the good thing no other males competing for head of the pack, that would be annoying to deal with. Suddenly his head got heavy and the world blurred around him and it all went dark.

(Hospital Wing, Hermione/Normal POV)

Hermione Jean Granger stared at her cold lunch sitting on a tray in her lap. She wasn't hungry, at least not at that moment. As one might expect her thought we preoccupied with the events of the previous night. There was no way to deny what had happened, she had been violated, overpowered and raped by the werewolf that had once been her DADA Professor Lupin. Last night she had been in shock and had cried herself to sleep. She had been given dreamless sleep potion but apparently they did not always work because she had spent the night having nightmares constantly but never waking up until the dreamless sleep potion had worn off.

Madam Pomfrey had apologized profusely when she had woken up, apparently it was a fatal flaw of the potion and the kind healer had been distraught that she had still suffered nightmares. Another side effect apparently being that she had not moved or made any sound so she had known that anything had been wrong. Now she was awake but for some reason she still felt like she was dreaming. Harry still a giant wolf was asleep on the floor next to her bed and part of her felt grateful that he had been there all night.

Sirius Black had left early that morning for Gringotts after checking on Harry's sleeping form. He said he would be back soon after lunch. Dumbledore had arrived just before he left and had a few words with him before coming to her, he also checking that Harry was still a wolf and just said that it confirmed some things he Professor McGonagall and Snape and discovered last night after studying Harry's blood sample. He also told her that Professor Lupin had been recovered from the Forbidden Forest. Surprisingly she had not reacted with fear to the fact that he was back in the castle. When the Headmaster asked her why she simply told him that Professor Lupin had not raped her, the Werewolf did.

Dumbledore had smiled sadly at her and told her that she had a kind heart and a better head on her shoulders than most. In all honesty she had surprised herself as well by saying that, sure her mind understood that Professor Lupin was not to blame. But what had happened had left very painful scars on her emotions and personality, she should at the very least be wary of the man. But no she was not, in fact she was eager to see the man if only to slap some sense into him. She was sure he was beating himself up over forgetting the Wolfsbane potion and she planned on fixing that ASAP.

No the thing that was the most scaring about last night was not the rape itself. Honestly it probably would have been more traumatic if Harry had arrived before the werewolf, she refused to think of it as Professor Lupin, had penetrated her. Then her mind would have been full of what ifs and maybes and the like and she probably would have imagined something far worse than what had happened. In retrospect the werewolf had not even finished in her and besides a few internal injuries which the healer had fixed up in seconds she was fine. The thing that was running through her mind the most was not her lost virginity or the pain she had suffered, but the feeling of helplessness that had come with the experience.

Without her wand she had been helpless, unable to defend herself or fight back. She had been over powered, weak and useless. Like usual Harry had been the one to save her and as always his actions had almost gotten him into bigger trouble, which the Headmaster and his Godfather had prevented by the skin of their teeth, that Bitch in Pink made her want to hurt something very badly. Preferably her the half toad abomination, but that was a revenge for a later date she had the feeling that they had not seen the last of THAT woman.

Back to the defenseless bit, she had resolved to spend the summer at home training physically and maybe taking up karate for defense. Magicals were helpless idiots without magic and she would no longer be like that. Never again would she allow herself to be in a situation without magic and not have a backup plan. Besides it would give her the chance to hang out with her older sister Miranda, it had been ages since they had really spent time together and she missed her lovable tech obsessed sibling. She often desired to tell Harry and Ron about her older sister but her promise to Miranda prevented that for now. Speaking of Ron that was another issue that had popped up, apparently his git was showing through. He had barely even been able to look at her after waking up and only moments after Madam Pomfrey had cleared him to leave he had bolted. She had a bad feeling concerning that situation as well but that was for another day.

Suddenly the doors to the Hospital Wing opened again and Dumbledore returned with Professors McGonagall and Snape flanking him. "Hello again miss Granger," said the headmaster smiling at her kindly, "not very hungry right now?"

"Not really Headmaster," she said while placing the tray to the side, "I will eat more later after Madam Pomfrey lets me go."

"Be sure you do," he said patting her shoulder. Hermione froze slightly not out of a negative reaction to being touched but to the other conclusion she had come to after hours of thinking. She had a crush on Harry, was probably well on the way to being in love with him, but that did not mean that she did not admire the male form like any other woman. Especially the muggle male form, however after last night she found that thinking of men even those she had seen in her sisters muggle magazines elicited no reaction from her physically like it used to. Even Harry was not immune to this change, though she still held the same feelings as before for him, his physical appearance scrawny short with barely any muscle, nope no reaction. Quittage helped its players a little, but not much since they did not work out or anything like that only fly and bump into each other. She would have to ponder this change in her perceptions at a later date though as at that moment Harry stirred and woke up.

"Ah Mister Potter excellent! I do hope that you had a nice long rest, good afternoon yes afternoon it's just after lunch in fact and I'm sure you don't want to sleep the whole day away now do you?" Harry got up standing over her in her bed and looked around, then he looked at himself noticing that he was still a wolf before looking outside and seeing that the moon was gone and that the sun was out and shining. Finally he looked at Dumbledore questions in his giant emerald green eyes.

"Yes Mister Potter you are still a wolf, as we mentioned last night the moon had very little to no effect on you. As exampled by the fact that you changed so quickly and the fact that you have not changed back on your own." Harry gave a soft whine and pawed at the floor, he was obviously concerned about his condition but could not actually speak so Hermione did that for him.

"But Headmaster how will Harry get back to normal then?" She sounded somewhat desperate not that it was suprising, she didn't want Harry stuck the way he was forever if they could help it.

"Worry not Miss Granger we believe that Mister Potter can take a human form again. But first I will turn the floor over to Professor McGonagall as this is more her area of expertise. Said cat lady stepped forward looking warily at Harry. Harry in turn sniffed the air and kept his eyes locked on the cat animagus. The tension was not too bad and after a moment both McGonagall and Harry chuckled slightly at the whole situation.

"Now Mister Potter after we left last night Professor Snape the Headmaster and I ran various tests on your blood sample to determine exactly what has occurred to you. Near as we can tell it happened something like this. Your scar has long since been giving off large amounts of dark magic, evidence of the curse He Who Must Not Be Named used on you all those years ago. Apparently this dark magic has been acting like a leach all the while draining your magical core constantly for the last 12 plus years." That got both the students attention and Harry gave another whine.

"However it seems this leach was vulnerable to certain things. Specifically Basilisk venom," Harry ears perked up and Hermione gave a squeak. "Yes apparently Basilisk venom was effective against your scar, when you were bitten at the end of your second year by the Basilisk the curse in your scar used the magic it was soaking up to fight the venom in your system, Fawkes in turn added his tears to finish the job. The problem however is that the venom was not destroyed just suppressed, also Basilisk venom is one of the only things in this world that can stand up to Phoenix tears. Because of that it takes a specific amount of tears to nullify a specific amount of venom and because your scar was already working to suppress the venom Fawkes did not give you enough tears to counteract all the venom in your system."

"Honestly it's only because of your scar that you even survived long enough for Fawkes to give you tears. Most Basilisks are allowed to live between a year and five before it is killed and harvested, the last being 6 years ago it's just that dangerous a creature. The Basilisk in the chamber is estimated to be between 1,200 and 1,500 years old. The venom in the snake is probably the most potent that ever existed, probably worth more than all of magical England by itself actually. But enough of that, it also seems that the werewolf curse also had an effect on your scar, when you were bitten it reacted with the curse in your scar and moved to destroy it and was successful in doing so." At this point Hermione spoke up questions burning in her caramel colored eyes.

"But Professor, if the curse in Harry's scar was acting against the Basilisk Venom in his blood what happened when it was destroyed?" McGonagall smiled at her favorite student, not at all surprised that she had caught onto that fact so quickly.

"Good catch Miss Granger 5 points to Gryffindor," Snape snorted in disgust behind her but they ignored him and the sour look on his face, Dumbledore just kept on smiling. "Your exactly right, when the curse in Harry's scar was destroyed all the Basilisk venom in his blood that was not being repressed by the Phoenix tears went wild. However Mister Potter is nothing if not unique and insanely lucky, phoenix tears are not only insanely powerful but very adaptive as well. When the curse scar was destroyed all the magic it had been draining from Mister Potter's core was released, that was almost 12 years worth of stored magic with nowhere to go and the phoenix tears took advantage of it the werewolf curse and Mister Potters potential animagus form."

Again Hermione could not help but ask a question, "What do you mean by potential Animagus form Professor?"

"Well basically Miss Granger, animagus forms are VERY rare. I'm still surprised that James, Sirius, Peter and Lily were all able to change into animals. Normally its 1 in a hundred thousand that has the potential to become an Animagus. You're born with the potential ability or you're not that's it. Mister Potter inherited the potential wolf animagus form from his mother specifically which is more likely if your parent does have a form. So when the curse scar was destroyed the phoenix tears took the stored magic the werewolf curse and the potential animagus form combined them together and absorbed the Basilisk Venom and as a result we have this mutated version of a werewolf that Mister Potter has become as the end result."

"Lycan," said Hermione looking at Harry who cocked his head to the side questioningly at her statement. She smiled back at him and continued, "Call him a Lycan he's not a Werewolf and should not be called one. It's a muggle name but I think it fits, that is if you like it Harry." To answer her he reached over and gave her a big lick across her face causing her to shout and bat at him, "Oh I'm gonna get you for that one Harry but I assume that's a yes then?" Snickering with a fanged smile as Hermione wiped her face a grin threatening to break out despite her faux anger he nodded his big head.

McGonagall and Dumbledore both nodded at this, Snape just rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath before McGonagall continued. "Yes well we did need an official name for it and I suppose that works as well as anything else could. Now this is the tricky part, when we tested Mister Potters blood we found that the wolf animagus he could have been was very dominate in his new Lycan form. This is why he has not changed back yet, because he can't change back unless he wills himself to change back just like with any other animagus."

"That's what you're here for then," exclaimed Hermione the light of understanding shining in her eyes before the blush covered her cheeks when she realized that she had cut off the Transfiguration Professor. Though she only chuckled at her outburst and then continued.

"Yes Miss Granger, that's why I'm here. Hopefully I will be able to walk through the process with Mister Potter. In fact unless you have any more questions I would like to try right now. Mister Potter are you ready?" She looked at the giant black wolf. Harry had been mostly silent listening to the conversation, not that he could do much else being unable to talk while a wolf. He could still nod his head do and he did, Hermione looked at him a hopeful expression on her face. She stayed silent though she still had questions and watched as Harry rose from laying on the floor to stand in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Now we will begin Mister Potter, I believe it would be best if you returned to your two legged form since it is more like a human body than your current form it might make the process easier on your body and mind." Harry shrugged his shoulders and then got a look of concentration in his eyes. Suddenly the shadows under him and all around the Hospital Wing began to writhe and rise off the ground like they had a life of their own. The teachers tensed and watched the shadows with caution but kept most of their attention on Harry. A steady but strong gust picked up though it seemed to come from nowhere and center of Harry's shadow warped form. For a moment he was completely hidden in a ball of shadows and then they were gone and the two legged Lycan stood where the giant wolf once had.

It only took about a second or so for the whole change to happen and for the shadows to die down and the gust to vanish as quickly as it had come. "Interesting," said Dumbledore looking around the room that was now completely still. "Very interesting, shadow and wind elemental manipulation. And all without a wand on incantation which makes it very powerful indeed. If I had to guess I would say the wind comes from Fawkes as Phoenixs are both Fire and Wind personified and the Shadows have to come from the Basilisk."

"But how," Hermione asked unable to contain her questions any longer, "there's no information about shadows in the book about Basilisks I found last year so how can the Basilisk be responsible for the shadow manipulation thing Harry is doing."

"Well to be frank Miss Granger it's as Professor McGonagall said before, very rarely are Basilisks allowed to live very long after being discovered or bred. They are dark creatures and have to be created intentionally by Witches or Wizards or come into being by accident or fate rarely found in nature. There are some scripts though about battles with Basilisks in the past that some of the older ones normally exceeding 100 years of age had the ability it blend in with the shadows around them. It would explain how the Basilisk in the chamber being well over a thousand years old was able to leave the pipes of the castle attack the students and then vanish all without any of the pictures or house elves seeing it."

Hermione was nodded at everything Dumbledore was saying, but a moment after he said that last part she did a double take and shrieked, "THERE ARE HOUSE ELVES IN HOGWARTS!" She yelled so loud that Harry flinched his ears folding down over his head at the sound before reaching over and covering her mouth with his hand, thankfully his claws were retracted. Dumbledore rubbed his ears as well before answering.

"Yes Miss Granger Hogwarts has house elves, is there a problem with that?" Hermione pushed Harry hand away so she could speak.

"Not so long as they are getting paid and are not enslaved. There thinking creatures Headmaster, how can you do to them what Malfoy did to Dobby?" The twinkle in the Headmasters eyes dimmed slightly but he did not sound angry as he answered.

"To answer your question, no I don't pay them because they would be insulted if I tried to. Second I have to wonder how much research you did on House Elves because if you had done any you would know that they are a parasite race. They would die, slowly and painfully I might add, if they did not bond with a host family. Finally House Elves are for the most part treated with dignity and respect as is deserving of their station as our caretakers in a vast majority of things. Hogwarts elves are among the most respected elves in England and they take great pride in their work, also cases like Dobby's are very rare even among purebloods because the ICW imposes rights and regulations concerning the elves. I hope that this has reassured you Miss Granger and I would hope that you would do more reading before you jump to conclusions in the future it could have negative effects on people's opinion of you."

Hermione was beat red and ashamed at this point and mumbled a quick sorry with her head down. She didn't like being chastised by teachers, not at all. She made a mental not to get all the facts before jumping to conclusions about the magical world in the future, she had applied a muggle view without thinking and the headmaster was right to correct her on it. McGonagall took the opportunity to finish her previous conversation.

"Back to business then Mister Potter, in theory it should be easy. No different from you changing between your different Lycan wolf forms. Just try concentrating on your human form and will yourself to change into it, you understand?" Harry nodded after a moment, he was eager to try. He wanted t be human again, no matter how cool this Lycan form was he would not be satisfied until he could look in a mirror and see his own face again. He started concentrating on how he had appeared a few days ago, using memories of his own reflection in the mirror. Again the shadows and wind wiped up around him, and the occupants of the room again shielded their eyes.

Hermione noticed at once that unlike before the change was not instantaneous in fact the shadows covered Harry for almost a minute before they began to fade. For Harry it was strange switching between the were and wolf Lycan forms as he started to think of them was nothing. It happened whenever he wanted it to and it felt natural. Now however as he tried to take a human for again he could feel the wolf, the Lycan in him resisting. Not enough to cause him to panic but the Lycan didn't seem to want to go away and the change back to human was much slower than he expected. Regardless he felt his muzzle collapse back into his face and the fur across his body retract into his skin which turned back to a human skin tone and it all centered around the shrinking feeling of his body as his bones and muscles rearranged themselves, it was almost over he could feel it.

The first thing Hermione saw of harry was his head as the shadows lowered, she was happy to note that he was human looking again and furless. But she also noticed that he looked to be taller than before also his hair was no longer a tangled rats nest but fell around his head almost to his shoulders. His features were also much more mature looking and she understood why as the shadows lowered more. His upper body was bare not suprising since all his clothes were destroyed the night before, but the suprising part was his stature. She was right about him being taller he looked about six feet tall at her guess. He was also ripped, incredibly so and she actually felt her face heat up at the large sculpted muscles that grated her.

He had been just as muscled if not more so as a Lycan but it was different without the fur or the fangs and claws distracting form it, he was the perfect balance between a weight lifter and a swimmer by muggle standards. Managing to look both powerful physically and agile with grace, also all the muscles including his arms pecks and six pack looked like they were sculpted on a Greek statue there was so much detail. She was patting herself on the back mentally; glad that she could still be affected by this man. Then the rest of the shadows dropped away and she swore she could hear the clang of her jaw hitting the floor. His legs were just as sculpted as the rest of his body but that was not what had surprised her, what surprised her was the organ hanging between his legs.

The only thoughts going through her mind at that moment were, it's fucking huge, and, it's not even hard and it's that big. Images started flashing through her mind, very naughty and downright perverted images involving her Harry and that wonderful piece of meat writhing and slapping together over and over again. But it didn't last as her well structured mind would not let her have her fantasies for long, she wasn't all that pretty not compared to many other girls in the school and even before yesterday she considered Harry well and beyond her ability to hold romantically. Now she had lost her virginity the only thing she might have been able to offer him in the hopes that he might take it even if it was a sympathy shag added onto the fact that he looked like a fucking Greek sex god what hope did she have of ever catching his eye? No better to remain his close friend and not risk anything.

Harry was oblivious to the morbid turn his first and best female friend's thoughts had turned. Instead he was checking out his altered human form. He couldn't tell but to everyone else his eyes were still different the emerald green having a moon light effect and the white parts of his eyes black but that was the last thing to go as the moon light faded and the black in his eyes retreated away from the green leaving them white and human looking again. As for his body he was presently surprised by the results. Taller at about six feet stronger and no glasses, a very good side effect of all this but his thought were interrupted by Snape. "POTTER, unless you want me to remove the thing you call a manhood with a cutting spell you will cover yourself this instant!"

He looked at the teachers, the Headmaster was looking at the ceiling, McGonagall was averting her eyes a slight blush on her cheeks and Snape was looking over his shoulder and above him but the anger was unmistakable. He looked at Hermione whose hair covered her face as she looked at her lap, he looked down at his naked body a slight blush coming to his face but for some reason he was not all that embarrassed as he should have been.

He was HAPPY that his body was healthy and strong now why shouldn't he show it off, (It would be easier to attract mates after all). He paused and shook his head. Where had that thought come from? Whatever he needed clothes and he needed them now. He looked around for some but it was unnecessary as the feeling of pressure around him swirled up. The shadows were again reacting to his desires, they began to form around and up his legs socks the shoes and the underwear and pants with a belt then a t shits and finally a great trench coat. It was all black with dark green highlights and the belt and trim was silver. It all hugged his body showing off his muscles and form unlike wizard robes. He decided he quite liked it, wizard robes were so hampering.

It all ended when the clothes became solid and stopped requiring that he concentrating on it, really this shadow manipulation was very useful. Everyone was looking at him again including Hermione whose expression was slightly guarded though happy none the less. McGonagall smiled and clapped her hands, "very good Mister Potter very good, we will call Pomfrey now and have you examine you but I think the big obstacles are behind us now wouldn't you agree Headmaster?" The aged man also smiling nodded before answering.

"Yes I would think so, though I would advise you my boy not to try and become a Lycan again for at least 24 hours just to be on the safe side. Now if there's nothing else at the moment I have a few end of term duties I have to take care of."

"Professor wait, what happened to Professor Lupin?" Dumbledore paused and looked grave which caused Harry's panic to rise a little ok a lot and Dumbledore noticed.

"Don't worry my boy, Mister Lupin is fine and has returned to the castle unharmed. A certain under secretary tried to have him arrested but she could only do that if the victims pressed charges and Miss Granger has already filed that she wishes not to press charges. However do to unfortunate circumstances Remus Lupin's status as a werewolf was made public knowledge and as of this morning he has resigned as the DADA teacher. I'm sorry but I must be going now, good day Mister Potter."

With that the three professors left and the healer Madam Pomfrey emerged from her office. She began scanning him with spells but basically told him the same thing the Headmaster had and told him that he was cleared to leave if he wanted but to return in anything felt wrong. They still didn't know all the changes being a Lycan brought about just yet. After checking Hermione to she left and the two friends were alone and silent until Hermione spoke.

"I can't believe Professor Lupin quit, he was the best DADA teacher we have had so far." He hardly noticed it but Hermione's voice was a little flat, he didn't think he would have if his hearing was not so much stronger than before.

"Has he come to see us yet Hermione," he asked already knowing the answer.

"No I haven't seen him since I woke up, Sirius went to the bank and Ron just left earlier acting weird. Honestly we both know what Professor Lupin is thinking Harry. He's probably blaming himself for last night. Do you think you could bring him here before he leaves so I could speak with him Harry he might listen to you." Hermione looked Harry in the eye begging for him to agree.

Harry could tell she didn't blame Lupin, he didn't either come to think of it. But he knew that the old wolf would blame himself so he figured he might as well go kick some sense into the mutt. His father would probably want him to after all. "Sure Hermione, I'll go get him and be back in a minute." He gave Hermione a quick hug startling the girl slightly as he had never given her a hug before walking out of the hospital wing.

Exams were over and they were scheduled to leave in two days to return home for the summer. A surge of pleasure shot through him as he realized that he would not be returning to the Durselys. That was enough to put a big smile on his face, that and because it was bright and sunny outside most of the students were either out on the grounds or in their common rooms enjoying the last days of the term. That left the hallway mostly clear of other students but there were a few. Specifically he walked by a group of three sixth year female Ravenclaws. They were talking excitedly to each other until they noticed him walking towards them. When they noticed him their eyes bugged out of their sockets and their mouths hung low, he could hear their heartbeats suddenly speed up dramatically and a heavy musky smell suddenly hit his nose and made him lick his lips. He thought about stopping to talk to the three but decided he needed to get to Professor Lupin before he vanished so he settled on winking and smiling at them as he walked past.

The blushes on their faces made him bark out a laugh and one of the girls looked close to fainting, he was surprised at himself that he had actually winked at them. He should have felt embarrassed but for some reason he didn't. (They were moderately powerful and fertile they were no big loss.) He froze the thought both foreign and yet somehow not, as if it was a feeling given a voice and instinct. He shook his head and continued walking, "Pull it together Potter hearing voices was last year's shit not this years. And besides the year is over, I have till next the school year before things got to hell again."

He rounded another corner and saw the DADA teacher's office door at the end of the hall. His nose suddenly filled with the smell of a diseased and twisted wolf. His spine stiffened and a small growl escaped his lips before he smacked himself. Damn instincts, guess this was part of the Lycan package. He could hear movement coming from behind the door not hurried but lots of it. Remus Lupin was already packing. He reached the door and tried the knob, locked so he pounded on the door three times and yelled, "Open up Professor Lupin its Harry, I have to talk to you."

A pause and then the sound of footsteps approaching the door, his heartbeat slow and steady. "Harry, I'm sorry but I don't really feel like talking right now. Come back in say an hour or so and then we can talk, I will be done with my work by then."

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes and a feeling of anger welled up inside him, (How DARE this sub wolf tell HIM no. HE was the ALPHA and this sub species would LEARN not to tell HIM no!) So caught up in his emotions Harry didn't even notice the extra thoughts in his head and yelled out, "BULLSHIT Remus Lupin. I know your leaving and it's a damn cowards thing for you to try and leave without even a goodbye for your best friends son! Now I'm gonna give you till the count of three and then I'm BREAKING this door down and dragging your furry arse back to the Hospital Wing, Hermione has requested to speak with you and I want to talk as well." He paused and counted to three slowly in his head giving the man a chance to respond. He didn't.

"Fine then we do this the hard way," without another warning he snarled a sound not even remotely human pulled his fist back and threw it with all his might at the door. Remus Lupin was at a loss on how to react when Harry had shouted at him, he barely recognized his deeper voice through the door and could not bear to face him out of shame. A coward yes but after what he had done to James and Lily's son he didn't feel like he deserved to look at the boy let alone talk to him. So he was caught completely off guard when the heavy oak door reinforced with spells was blasted off its hinges and hurled towards him not three feet away. The door hit him head on and tired as he was from transforming without the Wolfsbane he could not have reacted even if he had seen it coming. The door pinned him to the ground for all of ten seconds while his head was ringing unable to do anything but groan. Then suddenly it was pulled off him and thrown away allowing him to look into the moon lit and surrounded by black eyes of Harry Potter.

He looked about 18 now dressed in Black and Dark Green clothes with silver lining that fit him almost like a second skin, muggle inspired nothing magical was made like that. He was also very muscled in ways no magical ever was before given how damn lazy they all were. The big coat reached all the way down to the floor but again it hugged him very close and was open allowing him to show off the clothes underneath. He also looked pissed feral in fact, besides his eyes his teeth were bared in a snarl his canines elongated slightly. His right hand was clawed and was bulging with veins and fur was starting to sprout though after a moment it all seemed to retract into his arm and turn back to normal closely followed by his teeth then eyes.

"Now that I have your attention," he said in a low heavy voice that sent a shiver up his spin, "you're coming with me Professor. Your attendance is required, refusal is not an option." He didn't get a chance to respond to this statement as Harry seized him buy the scruff of his collar and hauled him to his feet. He realized that Harry was taller than him by about an inch or so and taller than James had ever been. The boy turned man then began to frog march him down the corridor and back to the Hospital Wing. He was tripping up so badly he wasn't able to voice a single complaint if you didn't count gasping from having to run while bent forward. Probably Harry's intent from the beginning, and it worked as he never noticed that they had arrived until Harry released him and pushed him to his knees.

Looking up his eyes met Hermione Granger's who in turn looked surprised at the whole situation. "PROFESSOR, oh my God Harry what did you do!?" Hermione looked so panicked that Harry chuckled good naturedly despite her tone of voice.

"Nothing more or less than what was necessary Hermione; he was being stubborn as a mule and if necessary I plan to beat the stupid out of him once and for all. M pretty sure it's what my father would want me to do after all." Though she still looked panicked she was slightly mollified by his words and turned to Lupin.

"Oh Professor I'm so sorry, I didn't know Harry would react this way when I asked him to go get you." Now Lupin looked surprised as he answered her.

"No Miss Granger, it should be me apologizing to you. The fact that Harry was forced to come get me and drag me here to force me to say it to your face just proves what a sorry excuse for a human being I really am." SMACK, that would be the sound of Harry fist impacting the back of Lupin's head as he followed through with his promise of only moments before. Honestly it was like the man had not been listening to him really.

"HARRY uh, forget it. Professor let's make things clear between us right now. I don't blame you for what happened, you weren't in control and the only reason you forgot the Wolfsbane was because you were distracted by Sirius and Peter so I won't let you use that as an excuse." Her eyes were blazing with determination as she stared the man down. He smiled slightly at the young woman before him, in a way she reminded him a lot of Lily.

"Your very kind Miss Granger, you have a good heart. But regardless of the circumstances I made a major mistake last night. I hurt you, in a way that will never heal and took something form you that I can't return and I deserve punishment. That's not even touching what happened to Harry, the son of two of my only friends ever and it very nearly cost him his future if not for luck and circumstance taking a curse a turning it into a power." The self loathing in his voice was thick in his voice and it angered Hermione something fierce.

"I can't say I agree with you mister Lupin but if it really think you deserve punishment then maybe I should decide it for you." Another voice filled the Hospital wing announcing the arrival of others.

"That seems like a fair idea Miss Granger does this sound agreeable to you Mister Lupin?" It was Dumbledore followed by Sirius who looked confused by what he had walked in on followed by the pink haired Auror and surprisingly a Goblin in a Gringotts business cloak.

"Headmaster, back so soon?" Harry asked looking perplexed at the man's return.

"Why yes my work didn't take nearly as much time as I thought and then I ran into Sirius and his company on their way back from Gringotts and decided to accompany them." Harry just rolled his eyes and greeted his godfather by walking over to him and embracing him.

"Harry," Sirius exclaimed hugging him back, "Good to see you not so hairy again. Dumbledore said you had managed to change back but left out the part where you looked 18 instead of 13." He glared at the man in question while Harry just laughed.

"Forgive me Sirius but I figured it would be better to leave it as a surprise," the aged Headmaster said with a twinkle in his eye like normal. Sirius just snorted at that statement and Harry's eyes fell on the pink haired woman in red Auror robes. She looked about 19 with long pink hair and purple eyes a slightly tan complexion and a decent sized bust though he forced his eyes to stay on her and he held out his hand to greet her.

"And hello you to you as well, if afraid we weren't properly introduced last night," the young woman smirked giving him a quick once over and from her expression she seemed to like what she saw.

"Wotcher Harry, names Tonks. You probably don't remember me but I was a Hufflepuff 7th year when you were a first year. Though you seem to have grown a bit since I last saw you, and I have to say I'm really…enjoying the improvements." She said the last part with a low husky voice, in her mind she wanted to see how flustered she could make him. He may look like a stub but he was 13 on the inside. She was satisfied to see him look surprised and start to blush but suddenly it vanished and he got a predatory look in his eyes and a smirk graced his lips.

For Harry he was embarrassed for a moment as he realized that this young woman was flirting with him, but it didn't last, (Young, Strong, Fertile, stake the CLAIM!) he just wished the damn voice would shut up. Still the embarrassment gone he easily responded, "I must say I also enjoy the changes I can see. I do remember you though your hair is different again though I'm not sure why, you've turned into a beautiful young woman Tonks. I'm very…impressed."

To say that she was taken back would be an understatement, she had not expected that come back. Added onto the fact that he copied her husky voice there at the end. A wave of unmistakable desire and lust shot through her causing her to suck in a breath. Bad choice as his sent, vanilla and pine trees, filled her nose making her a little dizzy and she had to fight down the reflex to jump him. Holy shit, if she didn't know better she would have thought him a male Veela if such things existed, these reactions were not normal. She was distracted however from her train of thought by Sirius breaking out in laughter at her.

"HA HA HA, oh Nymphadora the great and powerful Metamorphmagus bested by a 13 year old boy, seems you can give but can't take eh Nymphy?" That snapped her out of it, at Sirius's words she turned red in the face and hair in anger and her wand in her hand appearing under his chin.

"DON'T call me Nymphadora, I HATE that name and you know it," Sirius held up his hands in a surrender but he was still laughing.

"Oh your defiantly Andy's little girl, same temper and all that." In response the woman punched the ex convict in the arm which he rubbed theatrically. Harry however looked confused and asked.

"What is a Metamorphmagus Ms. Tonks, that is if you don't mind me asking," Harry asked politely. She looked at him noting the look of honest curiosity in his eyes, the bushy haired girl in the bed behind him also looked curious so she figured she would indulge them. Smiling she shifter her hair and eye colors through the full color spectrum and blinding speeds to demonstrate her point.

"I don't mind at all really, basically I have the ability to change my physical appearance in any way I want so long as it is human. I could change the color of my hair skin or eyes or if I physically touch someone I can copy them perfectly down to the last physical detail or I could just make something up and look like someone who does not exist. The only draw backs are that I can't do animals and for everyone else they can't learn the ability they have to be born with it." She finished her speech by thumping Sirius on the forehead with her finger making the man give an exaggerated cry of pain only for Tonks to perfectly mimic Sirius. Though the site of Sirius in a skirt made the others in the room laugh.

"Oh that's amazing," Hermione exclaimed her eyes shining, "though it's too bad you can't learn to be one. Oh well, I do have to ask though," suddenly Hermione turned a little red, "when you say you copy them perfectly does that include…well you know. The pluming?" Tonks laughed and made a show off patting her lower waist and smiling cheekily at Sirius.

"Yep, it sure does. Though I have to say Sirius from all the talk mum had about your time at Hogwarts as a womanizer I would have expected you to have been packing a more impressive package. Trust me this isn't the first time I've turned into a guy so I know what I'm talking about," The horror stricken look on his Godfathers face would forever be preserved in Harry's mind until the day he died and some serious, pun definitely intended, black mail down the road. Laughing out loud at his godfathers shouting OY and ranting at the version of himself in a skirt another though crossed his mind about Tonks.

Tonks noticed the change in Harry's expression and how his eyes traveled over her form. She could see the thoughts forming in his mind and she could guess what his next question would be. For some reason her heart sank at the thought of him asking her to change either into a specific girl in the school or maybe his idea of a beautiful woman. She had been asked questions like that ever since she hit puberty and it was the major reason that she did not have a boyfriend let alone a potential husband. However the question he did ask surprised her beyond belief. "Ms. Tonks please don't be offended by this but I would like to ask. Is the form we saw before what you really look like or does your normal form look like something else because I'm pretty sure pink hair is not a natural hair color."

Harry saw the look on Tonks face turn to shock as she changed from looking like Sirius to like she had before. Then that look of shock turned to a big nice smile and she suddenly leaned over and pecked him on the cheek making him, finally, blush a nice red color as the softness of her lips brushed against him and his loins stirred as she spoke. "Just for that Mister Potter you can call me Tonks, none of the Miss stuff I'm only 19 after all. And to answer your question no this is not what I normally look like, though if you want to find out I would be more than happy to show you in a more…private setting. If you catch my drift." His face was the shocked one now but again it changed rapidly as his eyes darkened at her meaning.

"Only if you call me Harry Tonks, none of this Mister business understand." Tonks eyes darkened and the tension between the two was easy to see and it might have gone farther had Sirius not caught their attention by coughing not so discreetly making them both look at the others in the room. Sirius had a shit eating smirk on his face and Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be on overload twinkly mode, the aforementioned goblin was standing back trying to look aloof but they could both see a slight fanged smirk. Hermione was looking back and forth between the two with a look that clearly said she had no idea the Harry Potter she knew could be acting like he was and theories were already racing through her mind, and finally the healer Madam Pomfrey and exited her office with a tray of more potions destined for Hermione. She too was smirking though she was trying to hide it.

"As much as I am enjoying watching my cousin once removed flirt with my godson I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you two to wait a little while longer before you jump each others bones, we have a few things to discuss first then you can get back to business." Tonks just huffed though a little red around the cheeks while Harry averted his eyes to the suddenly interesting ceiling.

"Alright Sirius," Harry said still looking up, "Lay it on us."

Sirius nodded and started to speak, "Well to start off Harry I've just gotten back from Gringotts and have officially reclaimed the Lordship of the Most Ancient and Most Nobel head of the Black Family. Since my father never officially banished my despite my mother kicking me out and because I was never officially given a trial despite being in Azkaban the Black estate has been largely untouched these last 12 years."

"What do you mean largely untouched Sirius? Was someone stealing from your family vault or something?" Harry asked suspicious and with anger starting to build in his voice. If someone had tried to screw with his Godfather while he had been imprisoned, but his fears were laid to rest as Sirius shook his head.

"No, no Harry nothing like that. No one stole from the Black family vault, however due to the house being in limbo my cousin Narcissa Malfoy nee Black gained a sort of allowance from the Black family. Or better yet I should say her husband gained an allowance, basically he was able to withdraw 50,000 Galleons a year for himself as well as take the seat of the Black Family on the school board of governors and in the Wizengamot to use by proxy. However now that I have taken back the Lordship I was able to take my seats back as well and I was also able to call the Malfoys in on the debt they own house Black for borrowing all that money over the years with interest, the stupid ponce Lucius Malfoy is broke both politically and finically." Sirius practically cheered the last part and everyone else in the room felt like cheering as well, for Harry specifically he could not wait to see Malfoy again a rub it in his face, he had so much dirt on the boy who considered himself the prince of Slytherin now powerless and he made his excitement known.

"HA HA that wonderful. I can't wait to rub it in Malfoys face the next time I see him. Serves him right for trying to get Buckbeak killed this year. But I'm surprised this broke them, I thought the Malfoys were a rich pureblood family. Shouldn't even 600,000 plus Galleons be chump change to them or something?" Sirius nodded and continued.

"That's not exactly true Harry. You see the Malfoys have only been a confirmed Pureblood family for the past 174 years and if you remember they once came from France but fled here due to the Veela curse placed on their family and created the Pureblood Special Powers Protection Act. But the Malfoys are not an Ancient or Nobel family, they have no seat of their own on the Wizengamot nor do they have a lot of gold. However all their power came from the limbo state of the Black house through Lucius marriage to Narcissa. With all that gone now and what little personal money the Malfoys had to their name gone to repay me their broken. All that money they took form the Black vault probably went into Fudge's coffers along with many other ministry officials." Sirius finished with a self satisfied smirk.

"Ok then, but if they took so much money from the Black vault exactly how rich are you?" Harry asked hoping that it was not rude to do so.

"Well with the money I got from the Malfoys which included several businesses they owned because they could not pay me the amount in gold alone the Black vault is worth about 7 million Galleons total. I also managed to snag the 57% ownership of the Daily Prophet and the 64% ownership of Quality Quittage Supplies the Malfoy had to make up the difference. They kept their manor though most of the stuff inside was seized and sold, from what the Goblins told me Lucius was not very happy about that. Not that he could do anything about it, and he probably won't have that manor either for much longer, he can't afford it and will be forced to sell it and move out." Harry looked impressed by the amount and said as much.

"Very impressive Padfoot, not a full day out of Jail and you are already making waves huh?" Sirius just bowed and smiled before motioning the Goblin behind him forward.

"I've been in prison for 12 years Harry. As a marauder that means I have 12 years of pranking to do make up for. And what better way than cutting that deatheater scum down to size. But enough about me, Harry this is Account Manager Mason, he's the head manager of the Potter family vault in Gringotts. He has some important information regarding the Potter family vaults to talk to you about." Harry smiled and approached the Goblin hand held out in greeting.

"Hello Mr. Mason I'm afraid that I don't know any of the Goblin traditions let alone what is considered standard for greetings so I hope a simple handshake will suffice." Other than a raised eyebrow the goblin in question gave no sign of surprise at his gesture but responded with a fanged smile and by taking his hand instantly and shaking it firmly.

"Ah Mr. Potter it is a pleasure to finally meet you, and think nothing of formality between us. My family has been the sole keepers of the Potter family fortune for generations. That and you remind me greatly of your mother who greeted me in a similar way when we first meet all those years ago, it seems you got her heart as well as her eyes. Though the rest of you seems to come from your father.

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes at that particular declaration, if he had a Knut for every time somebody told him that. "Thank you Mr. Mason but please call me Harry, now should we get down to business?"

"Alright Harry but then I must insist that you call me Mason. Now as for the reason for my visit, as per the Pureblood Special Power Protection Act you signed last night and witnessed by both the Supreme Mugwump and the Minister of Magic you are by officially recognized both by the government and by magic as emancipated allowing you to take the mantle of Lord Potter or the Most Ancient and Most Nobel house of Potter." With a slightly exaggerated flurry Mason pulled out an ornate oak box with a coat of arms inscribed on the lid. The coat was a shield with a silver tree painted on it and two swords crossed under it in an X shape though you could only see the handles and points sticking out under the shield. On either side of the shield were two winged unicorns, Pegsai then a cross breed born from a Unicorn and a Pegasus.

The box was nice but it was what was in the box that was important and as Mason opened the box Harry discovered what it was. A large signet ring rested on a black satin pillow, it had a large golden band and base and the coat of arms was superimposed over a large gem stone that was surprisingly not red as he might have expected but a combination of purple pink and orange though the correct name for the color was a Crystal Volcano. Strange but for some reason he liked it and inscribed on the band in Latin was Nos non facimus segnes which loosely translated into We Don't do Dull. Reading that almost made him snort in laughter but he was more preoccupied with the ring as a whole to laugh at that moment.

Slowly he removed the ring from the box and held it in his hand. It was heavy and as soon as he picked it up he felt it thump in his hand as if responding to his touch, it recognized him and he in turn recognized it. He felt it deep in the core of his being that this ring was HIS and his alone. "This ring was my fathers, wasn't it Mason?" He asked the goblin but was surprised when a genuinely sad expression appeared on the business man's face.

"I'm afraid that is incorrect Harry, your father and mother went into hiding while your grandfather Charles Potter was still alive. He along with your grandmother died shortly after that and your father never got the chance to claim the Lordship of the Potter house before he was killed. So that ring should have been his but he never got the chance to wear it." Harry was sad and angry at Mason's words, mostly mad because this ring was a connection to his father but les in some ways because his father had never worn it on his hand.

"So how does this work Mason, do I say some sort of oath or do some sort of ritual to claim the Lordship of my house?" Mason snorted and rolled his eyes at his statement but answered.

"No Harry nothing so complicated as that. All you have to do is place the ring on the middle finger of your non dominate hand and the contract will be complete." Harry nodded and fingered the ring in his hand, so simple a thing to do. He lifted the ring to his left hand and was about to place it on his middle singer when the voice of the Headmaster suddenly cut through the quite.

"Harry stop."