Harry woke up with a massive headache, not to mention the fire that felt like it was burning through his body.

He slowly sat up, past events whirling, Where am I?

Who am I?

How did I get here?

All these question whirling in his head until it all came rushing back and with it the rage of them trying to mindlessly kill him.

'THOSE GODDAMN FOOLS WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE'

Then Harry thought, Wait a minute I can't be dead so where the hell am I?

The smell of rotting garbage flooded his nostrils and made him gag, a garbage dump?…they sent me to a fucking garbage dump?

Rage as he never knew it, fueled by something he couldn't begin to understand coursed through him, through every vein, every cell of him was pissed as hell.

It started slow first with the shifting of his spine but soon encompassed him and became intense pain, only fueling his rage and transformation.

His spine snapped and reformed in an instant of shear agony as numerable other bones broke and shifted until in their place.

Head lengthened, muscles writhing under skin and shifting to fit the beast, cartiladge snapping only to reform and reconstruct features.

Soon the pain faded leaving Harry as a full blown Werewolf.

THE POWER! THE RAGE! THE SMELL OF BLOOD!

All these things overpowered his senses and bombarded his mind. The Werewolf instincts were seizing control and the body followed the smell of blood.

Well it actually turned out to be a slaughterhouse about 2 kilometers past the garbage dump through dense growth but Harry made it there in record time.

The bloodlust how it tore at his being with all its might, he couldn't control it, couldn't do anything but bend to its will.

He came to the steer yard and broke straight through the 3" steel tubing that was the fence to keep in the steers.

Picking out a particularly fat looking one he leaped about 20 feet in the air before slamming his entire mass with all the force he could muster on the poor animal.

The clawed feet ripped the back flesh and the sheer force drove the steer to the ground and almost broke its ribcage in 2, the snapping of bones so loud the workers inside of the factory rushed out to see what had happened to cause such a noise.

What met their eyes made most scream in terror or simply freeze in amazement and fear.

For what they saw was a incredibly large werewolf chowing down on an entire steer that could feed an entire 6 person family for weeks.

The crunching of bones and cartilage heard as well as ripping and gulping of the meat.

Finally one of the workers ran into the factory and came back with a shotgun and started wildly firing at Harry.

The rage once again overcame and he found himself running at the man, he plowed into the big man sending him about 30 feet backwards, and that was only a fraction of what Harry could have done, but after consuming the entire steer the bloodlust was finally starting to become manageable.

Screams of terror and further gunshots brought Harry back to the real world just as a shotgun slug slammed into his ribs.

It might not kill him but it sure as hell hurt.

Harry fled keeping from killing every last muggle there, he found that the Werewolf had amazing directional instincts and with thoughts of juicy steaks waiting for him when he arrived in the great hall he was on his way to Hogwarts.

Albus was calmly taking his daily stroll around Hogwarts to make sure everything was in top condition, armor suits polished, floors swept, when the great doors of the entrance hall were forcefully thrown open and a shifting mass of fur landed on the clean floor. Nearly frightening the old man out of his bright green socks.

However when the form slowly lost its hair and turned into skin and a very naked and shivering Harry the Headmaster quickly ran to his side, casting warming charms as well as pain relief and producing vials to keep Harry knocked out until he could be patched up.

After casting a spell to carry Harry off the hospital wing the Headmaster took a seat in the great hall and wondered just what he had done, and what Harry had gotten himself into.

Harry woke up groggy and so sore that he didn't know if he could move again.

However it was proven that indeed he could when Madam Pomfrey came in and tried to force Harry some potions only to have the potion tray thrown across the room.

"WHAT HAPPENED?"

"WHY AM I HERE?"

To say the least Harry had indeed lost it, confusion sat in and blurs of images only worsening the effect.

Harry made to run from the hospital wing only to be blown back rather more forcefully than necessary.

Albus Dumbledore looked down on Harry as he lay on the floor trying to get up.

"You sir have a few things to explain, and you may want to apologize to Madam Pomfrey she after all is only trying to make you comfortable and patch you up."

"Why don't you explain? Why am I here?" Harry's voice was naught above a fine whisper but echoed in the quiet room, that is after Madam Pomfrey had left cussing a storm at Harry.

"Harry I don't know what happened but you transformed and made quite a mess in a little town just outside of Little Whinging, where you ate a steer, broke a fence, and attacked a worker trying to drive you off."

"Is he alright?"

"Yes Harry fine fine, now what happened, you Aunt tells me you were picked up by uniform police officers yesterday afternoon."

"Yes Headmaster that is true, but they were a special muggle task force, something along the lines of a Werewolf killing committee, they injected me with silver, unfortunately it wasn't quite enough to kill me.

Both Harry and Albus laughed at his last statement but then the Headmaster became gravely serious.

"I have run into them before Harry, its better that they think you are dead believe me, but with this scene at the slaughterhouse, and the trail you left all the way here. They are going to come Harry, not into the castle of course, or the grounds, but they will be hunting you. Remus once had a run in, they came within an inch of hitting him with a silver bullet, gladly enough the shooter thought he died and Remus has not been bothered by them since.

Harry swore loudly.

"Though I can only hope that they will treat this as an unrelated incident, though I think just by your size and power they will track you, you see Harry something as powerful as you cannot be allowed to roam free in their eyes, they are afraid Harry , afraid of what you have the potential to be."

"A heartless killer" Harry finished for the old man.

"Yes Harry, I know you felt the lust for blood, for carnage, but just you sparing that mans life is enough proof for me that you can control the Werewolf inside, even under extreme weakness. The silver almost did you in Harry, it was damn near free of all impurities, any more and you surely would not be laying here today.

"speaking of that, Headmaster would you kindly return me to my bed?"

"Oh of course Harry my boy, after all your going to need to rest your best, tomorrow we start the training."

After using a spell to lift the feeble Harry to the bed the Headmaster politely left him to think his thoughts after telling Madam Pomfrey that Harry sent his deepest apologies, and wasn't in his right mind when he first awoke. Which Harry wasn't.

With that done Harry turned over on his side, contemplating the darkness of the events unfolding, what would everyone think of him? Would Hermione and Ron scream and run like all the other people when he was in Werewolf form, even though after his training he would be able to fully control it? Harry pondered these thoughts until he remembered to take the dreamless sleep draught that Madam Pomfrey had set on the table beside him. After ingesting it he promptly drifted off.

Yes I know short chapter but I was rushed writing it as all the ideas were straining to get out and fighting to break free from my mind,well myla I hope your happy,hes not dead just like I said in the last chapter….to all reviewers thank you and to those who have not yet reviewed or wish to again PLEASE DO SO…..i don't know how much this story is worth continueing…