September 2nd 1993

Harry was only half way through his first day of classes at Hogwarts and already things seemed to be going from bad to worse.

First, word of his fainting at the sight of a dementor had spread like wild fire before they had even reached the castle the night before and Harry had no idea how anyone had found out about it. Everyone had either been fussing over him or laughing at him because of his reaction.

He would have felt a bit better about it all if he'd been able to explain that it was because he'd had his first woge. However, Ron had surmised that though his fear of the dementor had most likely triggered the woge- which would have happened sooner rather than later regardless of the awful creature- the fainting itself likely had nothing to do with being wesen. Ron had also been very insistent that he tell no one about being wesen yet since they didn't who they could trust.

He'd only been able to have a short hushed conversation with Ron last night in their dorm about what wesen were and what it would mean for Harry now. Unfortunately Ron had only been able to give him the basics; like the fact that wesen hid themselves from Wizards and Muggles alike, that you needed at least one wesen parent to be wesen, and wesen squibs formed their own communities in the Muggle world.

The one thing Harry's best friend had been very sure about was that Zauberbiest (Hexenbiest for females) were not viewed positively in general and if Harry thought last year had been bad after the parselmouth incident, this would be much much worse if word got out.

Harry on gone to sleep feeling more lost than ever, not that he had managed to sleep very much. His life kept changing, setting him further apart from everyone he knew with each passing year. Now even his best friend was terrified of him, Ron might be hiding it well now but Harry hadn't forgotten his initial reaction or the wary looks the young Eisbiber kept throwing in his direction when Ron thought Harry wasn't looking. His other best friend, Hermione, knew nothing of it if he believed Ron –he really had no choice but to believe him at this point- so even if he did tell her she would either run to the library or to a professor. Neither prospects were very appealing at the moment.

If all of that wasn't bothersome enough as it was; now because of Professor Trelawney, the majority of his classmates were convinced he was going to drop dead at any moment.

And here he was, trudging down towards the forest with the Slytherins in tow to Hagrid's class while his best friends ignored each other after yet another fight while he was stuck awkwardly between them.

Much to Harry's relief, Hagrid had led his class to the edge of the forest where an empty paddock waited for them instead of into the forest itself. It was a place Harry would rather not have to venture into ever again.

It hadn't taken long for Malfoy to start spouting off insults once Hagrid had briefly left the class unattended and Harry wished nothing more than to hex the blond git. As usual when it came to Malfoy, Harry lost his temper quickly, "Shut it Malfoy!" He barked out, throwing the Slytherin a dark look.

Malfoy sneered and marched towards Harry, "You going to make me, Potter?" The blond dared, looking down at Harry by a few inches – Harry was loathed to admit he'd notice everyone had seemed to grow taller than him over the summer. Again.

Nearly half the Slytherins and Gryffindors had gathered around them, eager the view the first confrontation of the year between them. Ron and Hermione had taken their usual places at Harry's side while Malfoy was flanked by the ever present Grabbe and Goyle.

Harry made to pull his wand from his robes -determined to show Malfoy he had no problems shutting his stupid mouth for him- when Malfoy suddenly shouted in shock pointing behind Harry, "Dementor, dementor!"

Harry felt fear grip him quickly and he knew he'd woged before he'd fully turned to look behind him. He ignored the various shouts of surprise and fear from the other students around him.

However his fear turned to fury when there was nothing behind him.

He turned back towards Malfoy, letting out a menacing growl; his instincts pulling at him to tear the blond teen apart for tricking him. His steps however failed him as Malfoy woged in response to the threat.

More shouts were heard in the background, some of fear others of confusion. Harry could feel Hermione desperately trying to pull him back but his brain was stalled on the fact that Malfoy appeared very much as Harry remembered his own reflection from train window.

The shock was such to cause Harry's woge to retract, Malfoy's disappearing a few seconds afterwards. A look of pure confusion etched on the blonde's face.

Harry stepped back, looking to Ron who was still woged and shaking his head in denial. He then looked around him at his classmates. Most appeared confused but there were a few that showed just as much if not more fear than Ron. Harry stared briefly at the other wesen faces he spotted. There was what seemed like a fox amongst the Gryffindors and what Harry thought could be a cat and an ogre among the Slytherins.

Panic filled Harry's mind, he'd just revealed himself to his entire class not to mention Malfoy. Malfoy who was a Zauberbiest…

Harry ran.

He never stopped for Hagrid's or Hermione's shouts for him, he nearly bowled over a first year as he ran back into the castle, he didn't stop running until he reached the Fat Lady's portrait. Even then he only stopped long enough to gasp out the password, ignoring the portraits reprimand for skiving class.

He ran through the empty common room, making a bee line for the boys' lavatory. Harry slammed the door shut behind him and not for the first time he cursed the fact that the door didn't lock. He walked slowly towards the furthest sink, his fist balling tightly before curling his fingers tightly around the cold porcelain.

He stood there, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he fought back tears of frustration. He was not going to cry about this. He would deal with this, just like he had everything else his cursed life seemed intent on throwing at him.

He looked up, determined to look at his wesen self. At first nothing happened, he tried force it but after a few fruitless minutes all he'd accomplish was give himself a head ache. Finally he remembered Ron's words of just letting it happen.

Harry calmed his breathing, it was just like parseltongue; he couldn't think about it, he just had to do it.

The woge came.

Harry glared at his reflection, he let his fear, the anxiety, and most of all the anger fill him until he thought he would burst. He felt the chaotic force of his magic being unleashed in the lavatory, causing the mirrors to rattle and crack, the faucets began to leak under the invisible pressure.

At the peak of his rage. When all of the pain from his life's hardships and loss tore through Harry's self-imposed restraints and he felt as though he would choke on the weight of it all, Harry screamed. He screamed out all the hurt, the fear and self-loathing until he was hoarse and the porcelain sink had crumbled under his palms.

Breathing heavily yet more freely than when he had stepped in, Harry let himself out of the mostly destroyed washroom. He didn't know what he would do, he didn't even who he really was anymore but he was going to figure it out and no one was going to stop him.

Authors Note: And here's chapter 2. It's pretty intense and it give a bit of my thoughts on how I merged the HP and Grimm universes. Harry was pretty ansgty and angry in book three and I wanted to keep some of that, so that's what you're seeing here. Like I said this will be canon-divergence so though this follows the book in the beginning, I'm mostly using critical points to help shape things for the future. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed. Feel free to ask questions, make request/suggestions and of course, comments are awesome.