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SUMMARY: Harry is not as he as he appears to be- in his 6th year (lets all pretend HBP doesn't exist) he is bitten by a werewolf. And just who this werewolf is, I hear you ask? Well, you'll just have to read to find out! Mahahahaha!

"…" talking

'thoughts'

ANOTHER WEREWOLF STORY

Chapter two

"Will he be alright?"

"I'm not sure, he was bitten quite badly, if the headmaster hadn't of found him he'd have been dead for sure".

'oww!' The boy who lived- again! Opened his eyes. Everything was all blurry.

"He's awake!" said a voice excitedly. Harry fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table and slipped them on.

Hermione, Ron and madam Pomfrey were gathered around his bed in the hospital wing. For once, Ron and Mione wasn't snogging each other's faces off which made a nice change.

"what happened? He asked, dreading the answer.

"well what do you remember?" asked Pomfrey gently, as she felt his forehead to check for a fever.

"well, I was sitting by the lake, teasing the giant squid as I like to do. I was about to start heading back when I heard a noise. Was about to go investigate when a werewolf came out of the forest and charged at me. As I was running a stone hit me on the head."

"oh, Harry! You shouldn't tease it. It has feelings too you know!" said Hermione reproachfully as Ron rolled his eyes behind her back.

"I know, I know," he replied, "but that's not important right now. What I want to know is- did the werewolf bite me?"

"yes, I'm sorry to say you were," said Pomfrey, "but there's no reason why you can't live a perfectly normal life, providing you take the wolfs bane potion before the full moon."

Harry gulped and looked down at his covers, refusing to look at anyone. He knew what she said wasn't completely true as he knew that Remus Lupin, as a known werewolf found it very hard to find work ever since that toad faced Umbridge woman had forced though that decree.

There was a awkward silence as no one knew what to say. Madam Pomfrey busied herself by rearranging his pillows, though he wished she wouldn't.

The door opened and everyone looked up as the headmaster walked in. He smiled at Harry, his eyes twinkling like mad.

"Harry! Glad to see you're awake! We thought for a while we'd lose you there!"

Harry frowned and said nothing, continuing looking at his bedcovers. He was just waiting to hear what will happen to him now that he's going to become a lethal blood thirsty monster once a month. That, and being reprimanded about picking fights with that bloody giant squid.

"I must say, if the student alarms hadn't of gone off, telling me one of the students were in danger, you'd have had it!" said Dumbledore, sounding almost gleeful at the prospect.

'is it just me, or is he sounding a bit too cheerful about all this?' Harry thought furiously.

"anyhow, when I found you, the werewolf took one sniff at me then ran off into the forest howling. I always knew eating all those lemon drops would pay off one day. It certainly makes up for the tooth decay!"

"er- professor? Can Ron and I go now? We'll be late for class." asked Hermione timidly.

"yes of course" answered Dumbledore, waving his hand airily, "off you trot."

"you don't mind, do you Harry?" asked Ron, getting up ready to go.

"No, I don't mind." he sighed.

"I'll pick up your homework for you" promised Hermione as she grabbed Ron's hand and skipped out the door, happy to escape from their strange, slightly insane headmaster.

"how long do I have to stay in the hospital wing, sir?" asked Harry, reluctantly looking up into Dumbledore's eyes.

"well I don't see any reason why you have to stay here any longer. You can leave as soon as you're dressed and I'd like to come to my office after breakfast as there's someone I'd like you to see."

"oh but headmaster- he needs his rest! He's just been though a very traumatic experience, the poor dear." cried Pomfrey.

"Don't worry Poppy- he'll be fine." replied Dumbledore gently. "you are feeling all right aren't you Harry?" he said, turning to face him.

"yeah, I'm fine" he said quickly.

"Well, I'm off now. Have lots of things to do…" said the headmaster, getting ready to leave. "I'll see you later."

"bye sir" Harry said, as Dumbledore hurried out of the room.

30 minutes later, Harry was washed, dressed, discovered a few flea bites- much to his annoyance and was finally ready to leave. It had taken him slightly longer then usual to get ready as his left leg was still feeling slightly sore, were the werewolf AKA flea bitten mutt had bitten him. He was just about to leave when Pomfrey stopped him, holding a large slab of chocolate.

"Don't forget your chocolate young man, or I'll have to stay here the rest of the day, no matter what the headmaster says!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he took the chocolate before heading out the door.

Author's note: hope you like the story so far, thank you to those people who reviewed. Any ideas for the story will be greatly appreciated.