Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter it belongs to the people at Warner Bros and J.K Rowling, who invented them all.

Okay I have a thank you to say before I start. Thank you to my wonderful beta reader aranel-elf, so this time if there are mistakes you can yell at her. I had to say that, if I didn't she's hit me, go and read her stories, she'll love you if you do. Oh and yep this is another AU story. The title has little to do with the story, we had trouble thinking of one, and it does have a wolf and a boy in though.

"Boy what have you done this time?" Uncle Vernon yelled, spraying spit everywhere. A young boy of about six looked up at the huge man standing in front of him, who was clutching a letter in his hands all about Harry.

"I didn't mean to Uncle Vernon, I don't know how it happened, I didn't do anything." Harry whimpered the fear apparent in his huge emerald green eyes.

"Let's see then, shall we," he paused to unfold the letter before reading it.

"Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,

I am writing to you in regard to an incident involving your nephew, Harry Potter. On Tuesday, after being reprimanded by his teacher for doing very little work, Harry was asked to stay in at break. During this time Harry somehow managed to turn his teacher's Mrs hair blue. When questioned by the teacher, a Mrs Stanwell-Smith, Harry remained silent as to how this happened. I would like to see you both and Harry on Friday after school to discuss this incident.

Yours Sincerely

Ms. R. Alinek."

After reading this he stopped and looked down at Harry, who looked very small and pale in his baggy clothes. He started talking again in a very quiet, dangerous tone. "So, boy, would you care to explain?"

"I don't know how it happened, I didn't do anything." Harry pleaded, his eyes filling up with tears, that he hastily wiped away.

"Why is I don't believe you?" Uncle Vernon shouted, making Harry jump, "you've been nothing but trouble since we took you in. Ever since your parents killed themselves in that car crash, and we got you. Talk about the booby prize."

"I promise I didn't do anything." Harry pleaded again, "she shouted at me and I looked up and her wig was blue."

"The letter says it was her hair, you better not be lying to me again boy."

"No I swear, it was like, er, like magic."

The change on Uncle Vernon's face was enormous. "I've told you before, there's no such thing as magic." He grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck, and dragged out into the hallway where he opened the cupboard door and threw him in. "You'll stay there until you learn to stay out of trouble." He slammed the door leaving Harry in total darkness.

Harry heard him stomp into the kitchen. He gently rubbed the back of his neck where Uncle Vernon had grabbed him. He crawled across the limited floor space on to the mattress he slept on. He drew his knee's up under his chin, and silently began to cry. Harry didn't normally cry, and especially not in front of the Dursleys. Why did his parents have to die and leave him with the Dursleys? It just wasn't fair; every other parent at his school loved their sons. He saw them after school, while he was waiting with Dudley for his Aunt and Uncle. They got bought presents and got hugged and kissed and, and… Harry brushed a tear off of his cheek.

As far back as he could remember he had wished for some unknown relative to come and rescue him. Then he could go and live with them, and they'd love him and he'd never have to see the Dursley's ever again. Harry lay down on his side, still crying, and fell asleep imagining what life would be like with someone else.

Meanwhile about sixty miles away in Essex, a light brown haired man had returned home after going to see his old headmaster. Professor Albus Dumbledore had many visits from this man over the past five years. Remus Lupin switched on the kettle and sat in his very small, cramped living room, thinking over what Dumbledore had said and started plotting something in his head.

Okay, it's a bit obvious what I'm going to say, but I'll say it anyway, please review, you have no idea what a boost it is to get reviews.