Harry was banging his head against his bedroom door, which now had various magical locking spells, wards and an enchanted dead bolt charmed onto it. And why was one of the three most powerful wizards in the world and the most powerful Gray Lord hiding in his bedroom and attempting to kill himself from blunt trauma to the head?

It was because of the war happening in the house. It had been going on for two days straight and it was all over him. Harry knew he was attractive and he knew the Veela allure added to that, he also knew some women in tune with magic were attracted to men with power, which he also admitted grudgingly he had in abundance, and this was why, the presumed that from the second the Veela Fleur had arrived in the house she and Tonks had been at each other's throats.

It didn't help that when Fleur had arrived she had seen Tonks walking out of Harry's room in pyjama bottoms and a Quidditch t-shirt which had 'CANIS' and his number written on the back. She had then walked into the bedroom to find Harry handcuffed to the bed. Fleur had assumed the worse and Tonks had done little to dissuade her otherwise.

Harry had been released and immediately wished he was still locked in his room. The two had tried out beautifying each other. Which involved lots of make up, magical glamour's, Tonks's Metamorphic skills being turned up to the max and Fleur, even if it was useless, doing the same with her allure. It was due to both Sirius and Remus getting starry-eyed around the allure that the twins had dragged the two men out for a 'holiday', leaving Harry at the mercy of the two women.

He almost preferred the drug induced comas for that, but he could get out of the castle without one of the two women seeing and insisting they come with him for a 'romantic' walk. Tonks had then resorted to playing dirty, dirty meaning using the skills she had learnt from hearing stories from Sirius, Remus and Harry and started setting up pranks that Fleur walked nearly willingly into.

After pranks galore and both of the two women shouting screaming and at one point, to Harry's slight amusement mud wrestling in the courtyard he had had enough and hidden himself in his room. It was seven thirty in the morning and so far he hadn't had any sleep and hadn't heard anything from the women. Putting his ear to the door he deemed it safe and opened the door carefully.

Slipping out, he shifted into his new Poltergeist form which he had recently mastered and glided down the corridors of the castle, becoming invisible. In this form he looked like a smaller version of himself, only distorted slightly. His face was fixed in a grin, making him look a lot like Jack Nicolson as the Joker; he was dressed in a pink dress suit with a frilly dress shirt underneath. If he though hard enough he could also make a red phantom of the opera mask appear on his face.

As he got closer and closer to the kitchen he heard raised voices.

"I'M GOING TO TAKE 'ARRY IT BREAKFAST!" Harry flinched at Fleur's raised voice; obviously this had been going on for sometime.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW HE EVEN LIKES FRENCH TOAST YOU STUPID BIRD?" Tonks screamed.

Harry floated into the kitchen, still invisible, though the three wolves that were in the kitchen turned this head's towards him, he lifted a finger to his lips, signalling them to be quiet. Morag seemed to wink at his master.

HE ATE IT WHILE HE WAS STAYING AT THE VEELA HOUSE. 'ARRY WOULD NEVER EAT THAT 'ORRIBLE ENGLISH" she paused trying to get the name right. "F-ry- up" she pointed to the large plate in front of Tonks filled with Fried bread, sausages, bacon, beans and hash browns. Tonks meanwhile was glaring at the French toast Fleur had prepared.

They didn't notice around them cupboard doors opening and food flying out and into a large sandwich, which then flew into the toastie maker. They did however notice as the meals they had prepared floated into the air and were deposited in the food dishes of the wolves, which pounced on them eagerly. The two witched immediately blamed each other.

That is until some invisible force made them sit down, bound them to the chairs and silenced them. They watched fuming as the toastie finished and the plated floated to the table, a chair pulled out and one Harry James Potter reappeared in front of them, munching happily on his toastie. He smiled at the two girls. "Nice to have a quiet breakfast don't you think?"

The glared at him as he ate, taking his time and using his fingers to pick each crumb up and finally waving his wand causing the plate to start washing itself up. Finally he sat back down and placed his boots on the table. He sighed.

"What we have here are two insensitive witches and one irritated bloke who is still trying to get over his wife's death." the two witched looked down not meeting his eyes looking ashamed of themselves. "You two are wonderful, really, but I do not want this attention, at least not yet. In a few months I would probably find this hilarious, but not now. Understand right now what I want are two friends, not two girls trying to kill each other so they can seduce me. Nod if you understand so far?"

The two nodded, Harry smiled.

"Good, we are now getting somewhere, right now I would not choose either if you anyway, though you both have done me favours I wish to really get to know a girl before I start up anything resembling a relationship. I am now going out for an hour or two. I will take the silencing charm off, but not the binding charm; you will talk to each other sensibly and not try to verbally kill the other. We will then talk like reasonable adults when I get back." he turned and walked out of the door, the wolves, having finished their breakfast followed the boy happily.

* * * *

Harry ran through the woods as fast as his four paws would take him, the pack following the run quickly developing into a game a wolfish tag. The entire pack chasing Harry, snapping at his tail and back paws and finally bundling on top of him, playfully biting any part of any other wolf they could reach.

"Nice to see you're having fun, Cane." all the wolves heads turned, their eyes widening comically giving the look of a child who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Sitting on a rock was an Asian girl, but her body colouring was all wrong, while her face and eyes were all Asian, her hair was a golden blonde, while her eyes showed an animalistic charm in them, much like wolf eyes did. She wore a black silk robe and shawl. She was roughly Harry's age.

Slowly the wolves detangled themselves from each other and Harry rolled out, slowly changing back into himself. He hadn't seen the girl in years and she had certainly grown up. He smiled.

"Hello Lana, how are you?" He smiled, the two standing with distance between them.

"I'm fine, Cane. The question is how you are. I have heard about June Vladimir. I am so sorry." she said, and in seconds she had crossed the distance that divided them and taken Harry in her arms, hugging him to her. Harry leaned into the hug, breathing into her wild tangled hair, smelling the incense, dirt and the smell of the wolf inside her. "I did not know June for as long as you did, Harry, but she was like us, wild and instinctual. I know nothing I can do can help, but my clan and I will always be there for you when you need us."

Harry smiled and took a step back. "Thank you, Lana." he took another step back and looked her up and down. "Well, look at you. You're all grown up. I haven't seen you in four years." she had certainly grown into the woman she was destined to be, growing curves in all the right places, all baby fat had gone and her voice was sensuous and husky. "How are the transformations going for you, last I saw you, you were trying to control your wolf."

Lana smiled. "I have made peace with the beast within, as have you I see." she pointed to where the pack had stepped back and was smiling lazily. "You have a loyal pack, both here and at Hogwarts." Harry's head shot up. Lana smiled her soft smile putting him totally at ease. "The seer told me. A Wolf, the Gemini and a knowledge seeker. Sounds ideal, but your secret will soon be out, Cane. And you must be prepared to make peace with your two identities, letting the real you come out, Harry Potter."

"The Seer tell you all that?" he asked.

Lana nodded. "She also told me how to help you work out your grief so you can become who you need to be to face the trials ahead."

Harry's curiosity was peaked. "Do tell."

"Intimacy." she told him. "Not with the women currently in your castle. You need to make peace with what is inside of you and you need to be with someone who knows what that's like."

Harry was suddenly angry. "You want to be with me? Lana I'm not ready, how many times do people need to be told, I am not ready for a relationship."

"Who said anything about a relationship?" Lana growled, the wolf suddenly coming to the surface as she grabbed Harry and dragged him down to catch his lips.

Inside Harry something snapped, something wild and untamed, something that hand nothing, but everything to do with the beasts in side of him. He grabbed Lana by the throat and pushed her back and into a tree, smashing his lips with hers again.

The wolves sensing the two wanted to be left ran off into the woods as the two shifted so they were both human but the mind of the wolves were taking over, it was an intricate dance of dominance, as the tore at each others clothes, until both were dressed in rags and tatters. One second Harry had Lana pinned the next Lana had Harry pinned.

They were scratched, bloodied and the animal attraction mixed with the human sexual tension was coming off of them in waves. Both were practically naked when Lana gave up, revealing her belly to Harry.

Harry pounced, mashing his lips against hers and kissing and nipping down her neck to her collar bone. She scratched at his back in pleasure as he came back up and used a hand to position himself by her entrance and in a forceful push he was inside her. She clawed at his back and tore at his face and neck with her mouth, causing his lower lip to bleed.

He thrust into her again and again, causing her to convulse each time, they came together howling up at the sky, and an orchestra of howls followed, the wolves of the forest relieved as they heard something they hadn't in a long time. Their leader contented and seemingly at peace with himself.

After the first time they slowed, their human sides taking more and more control until Harry's hands were running smoothly over Lana's skin, kissing where he had previously bitten and stroking where he had scratched. There second time was slow and deliberate teasing each other for as long as they could until they came again Lana first and Harry second, moaning each other's names.

After hours they lay against the base of a tree, using the rags of Lana's robe as a blanket, kissing and snuggling into each other. Lana turned to him and after nipping at the underside of his chin spoke. "This was a once time thing wasn't it?"

Harry looked down and smiled. "Yeah, you helped me, I don't know how but during all that animalistic lust something opened and I feel-"

"Complete?" Lana questioned. "I could see it when I first saw you today; you needed to make peace with the many beasts inside of you. That discontent was fuelling your grief even more. The world cannot have a hero who doesn't know who he is. Tell me Cane, who are you?"

Harry puzzled over the question momentarily. "I am Lord Harry James Potter, Son of James and Lily, nephew to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin."

"Yes you are, but you are also Lord Canis, Champion of the Gray and last hope to those of us who want to live in peace with out being judged for what we are, if you win this you can make thing right." Lana told him. "And I have set you on the right path." then a devilish smile took over her face, "And had a fucking good time doing it as well."

Harry kissed her on top of the head and stood up, looking around the clearing for the remains of his trousers. Finding them he pulled them on and watched admiringly at Lana as she too stood up immodestly and pulled the robes around her body as best she could.

The two came together one more time kissing passionately, Harry watched, with a twinkle in his eye, as the female werewolf stepped back and vanished, leaving Harry to run back how in his wolf form feeling happier that he had since June died. Harry Potter was back.

* * * *

Harry didn't know what had happened that day in the woods with Lana, but what he did know was some how it had helped, jerked him out of the world of misery and vengeance he had been living in since June had been murdered and he was now feeling like his old self. He still had no wish for a relationship, but he was more social. After he had got back from the woods he had released the two girls, telling them he hoped they had gotten over their differences, he had then skipped down to the training room that he hadn't used in months leaving the two girls wondering why he was covered in scratched, bite marks and why his trousers were shredded so much it made the two of them blush.

Harry had thrown himself into his training, building his magical strength as well as his physical. He found now he was somehow at peace with the beast inside he was stronger than ever, more agile and faster. His Wandless abilities had increased as well, so much that he hardly needed a wand or his staff, though the staff did increase the magical power of his spells.

It seemed the two women had been concerned about him and had Flooed Sirius, Remus and the Twins, who had rushed to his aid, only to find the Harry who had been missing since before that summer. They were ecstatic to find that Harry had, somehow, in the space of a few days gotten over most of the grief, guilt and conflict that had been consuming him from inside. Smiles made it to his eyes; his pranks increased ten fold, especially towards Sirius and Remus, though Fleur didn't seem too impressed.

It was the day before Fleur would be leaving to go back to France when Mira and Gina took the girl aside. They had noticed that the girl was becoming more and more frustrated with the happy and jovial side of Harry and they need to set her straight on a few things.

"What's wrong with you, Fleur?" Gina asked, always one to get to the point. "You seem to have little patience with Harry these days, what's wrong?"

Fleur looked like a deer caught in the head lights, then resigned herself to telling the two women the truth. "When I first helped him fight the beast and he came back, he was more serious, sure he enjoyed having fun, but he was never immature like he is now."

The two women smiled at each other, they knew it was something like this. "It's simple, Fleur, this is Harry. What you saw was him grieving, he get's serious for a few reasons, when he's going into a fight, discussing Voldemort or got a big issue on his mind. Somehow we have the old Harry, that most of us in this house love, back and we aren't letting him go." Mira explained.

"We know that you see yourself in love with him, but you're not if you can't accept his fun loving "marauder" as well as his serious side. You're a serious girl Fleur, to me it seems like you take things too seriously, trust me when I say Harry loves you for what you did for him, he needed it and that's the makings of a true friend, but" here Gina looked serious, "to be more you need to be compatible. June was, she was wild, untamed and fun loving, but like you she was also serious and thought things through, but only when she had to be, which is why she was a good match for Harry. Try to lighten up a bit and you might stand a chance."

The two patted Fleur on the back and left the room leaving the girl to think things through.

* * * *

"So you're saying a roll in the sack was all you needed?" Sirius questioned his eyes wide. "How did you work that out?"

Harry shrugged. "I didn't, the seer of Lana's clan did, got to love that weird future perception that werewolves get sometimes." he smirked. "Or maybe she had it before, whatever, but yeah essentially all it tool for me to come to my senses and get my old attitude back was to for an hour or two give in to my animal instincts, I'm at peace with myself and I'm at peace with the world."

"Guys!" The two spun to see Remus looking wild eyed. "We're needed. The Quidditch World Cup is being attacked by Death Eaters."

"The Dark is stirring." Harry muttered. "The Ministry is there, they can deal with it."

"Harry." Remus said steadily. "Tonks is there."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Kit up."

* * * *

The camp site was in ruin, there was a circle of fifty or so Death Eaters, the outer edge keeping the Ministry Wizards at bay and the inner Death Eaters maintaining spells that were keeping a family of Muggle levitating above them. Tonks was throwing spells, standing next to Kingsley Shacklebolt, behind her a group of teens cowered, she recognised them as Weasleys and a bushy haired girl, she shielded them and along with the three other Aurors were being closed in on by the group of Death Eaters. They were loosing and unless back up arrived, they would be tortured or worse killed. Back up arrived.

Three figures popped into existence in between the Death Eaters and Ministry Wizards. As if rehearsed one threw up a shield, on ran back to pull the ministry wizards and teens into a group and cast another shield while the other pulled out a staff, twirling it around he started flinging spells at the offending Wizards.

Hermione glanced at the face of the man shielding her and the group of teens. "Professor Lupin?" she gasped recognising his face from last year at school.

"Miss Grange, how nice to see you again. Weasleys." he greeted the other teens. "This shouldn't take to long, and you're not in immediate danger, they'll have to go through Sirius and Harry first." he smirked.

"Harry Potter?" Ron asked eagerly.

Remus nodded. "Yeah, I feel almost sorry for those Death Eaters." he grinned at their stunned faces. "Almost."

They watched as Harry got bored of throwing spells and pulled out what Hermione recognised as a gun. He started blasting, after seeing the first shots the girl realised it wasn't an ordinary gun. Normal guns didn't blow a hole the size of a cannon ball into a person's body.

It was obvious the Death Eater's were loosing, with the Colts of Lucifer on Harry's side it was unlikely he would lose against such a small group, especially as it was taking a lot of power to hold the Muggles up. After ten minutes of being on the defensive from Harry they gave up and Apparated, as they did their spells on the Muggles failed and Harry raised a hand, stopping the family from hitting the ground.

He turned and nodded back to Sirius and Remus. "You can let the shields down now. HOLY SHIT!" everyone turned in the direction he was looking, hanging above the trees was a spectral green skull with a snake coiling round it going through the mouth and eye holes. "I hate that symbol." he simply said and then vanished.

Tonks turned to Remus. "Where'd he go?"

"The Dark Mark usually means there's been a death, he's going to see who cast it and who got killed." Remus explained. "Though I do agree with him, even though our group isn't scared of it, it fills us with fear at what we might find underneath it."

There were suddenly Pops of people appearing all around them. Ministry Wizards. Sirius rolled his eyes, and then glared with hatred at one, Barty Crouch, the man who had put him behind bars without trial. He wore a business suit, looking like one of the bland Muggles who travelled the underground every morning with a brief case. His small moustache under his nose moved up as he snarled at Sirius.

"Black, I knew we would regret letting you free." he growled.

Sirius smirked. "You didn't let me anything, Crouch. I escaped you had to let me go cause I handed you the rat."

"Aurors arrest this man."

There was a pop and Harry appeared again. "Oh piss off, Crouch." he laid an unconscious house elf on the ground. "Come on, Elf wake up."

"What are you doing with my Elf?" Crouch demanded. "Who the hell are you?"

Harry stood up. "I'm Harry Potter, and you shouldn't be making accusation die to the fact your elf was just found under the Dark Mark, holding the wand that cast it. Oh yeah and Hitler called, he want his facial hair back!"

"My Elf? The Dark Mark? Preposterous." Crouch yelled. "You all need to be taken in for questioning."

"Like hell we will. You and your Minister can shove his bowler where the sun don't shine and swivel." Harry told him, his anger pouring his power out of his skin lighting the area up green and red.

"You dare talk to me this way, Boy?" Crouch snarled. "You've been too afraid to show your face Merlin knows how many years."

"Yeah, afraid that some up tight Hitler wannabe like you will lock my godfather behind bars. It's no wonder your son turned out to be a filthy Pureblood supremacy nut, you're a bigot as well, deciding if it's dark it's evil. Try locking me away then. The Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry turned to Sirius and Remus. "Guy's lets go home." the other's nodded and vanished. Harry turned to Crouch and the other Ministry Wizards gave them two fingers and also vanished.

* * * *

James Canis stood at the edge of Platform Nine and Three Quarters, in the past five minutes ten people had asked about June, he knew it had been a mistake coming here, only five people knew about June's murder, not including him. Julie, who had hugged him told him no one blamed him and all the Clan members were trying to petition for him to be allowed back into the fold. Neville had come up after being told by Julie, gave Harry a brotherly hug, smiled reassuringly then left after Julie. The Twins had also approached, they were silent, not their usual selves, they hugged him, patted him on the back then left. Finally Hermione came up; her hand slid into Harry's and gave his a squeeze.

"You know she wouldn't have wanted you to mope, James." Hermione told him. Harry smiled at her. "I know. She would have wanted me to do what I need to do, no matter what."

"You ready for Fourth Year?" she questioned him.

Harry looked at her. "I don't know but I think something's going to change this year. And I'll be ready for it when it does." Hermione smiled as a steely glint came into her friend's eye. "Voldemort, Dumbledore, the Weasleys…they're all going to be sorry they messed with Harry Potter. The Gray Lord."

A/N: okay Next Chapter James Canis reveals who he really is and the reaction is…expected. Sorry about the overall badness of this chapter I wanted something to get Harry over the funk he was in and I then realised that there's nothing like getting an epiphany after a long session of hard animalistic sex. I'm not going to say I hope you enjoyed it cause I as the writer thought it sucked so god knows what you thought R & R. thank you