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Harrison's POV

He asked quietly as he stepped into the house, "Are they like me? Who are they, Aunt Petunia?"

Her pale features went even paler as she replied, "They are like Lupin. I only met the man once but I remember those amber eyes."

Harrison's hand tightened around his wand. Werewolves. There was only one werewolf in the world he trusted and that was Remus.

He said moving towards the door, "If they attack run. The only werewolf I know is Remus. Since they are not him they can't be friendly."

Petunia's eyes became like steel as they watched him go. Harrison's mind was going to his third year. About everything he learned of werewolves. They were spell resistant in their wolf form but human they were not. The full moon was still a few days off so any cuts or bites he received wouldn't infect him.

He opened the door and found two unfamiliar men standing there. One was older and had an ancient scent. It was far older than any he had ever come across before. He had black hair that was greying and grey eyes.

The one next to him was younger maybe in his mid forties. He had brown hair and green eyes. The green was a similar color to his own. They softened at the sight of him and a smile crossed the man's face. His scent was gentle as an early autumn breeze.

Just as the thoughts hit his mind both men's eyes flashed briefly amber. Harrison's wand came out from his pocket. Petunia was right. They had to be werewolves.

The brown haired man stepped back and the dark haired on simply raised his hands. He growled, "What are a group of werewolves doing here? How did you get past the blood wards?"

The two men exchanged glances before the dark haired one replied, "We are not exactly werewolves young one. As for the blood wards I believe that would be because of Matthew here."

Harrison's eyes briefly turned to the brown haired man before snapping back to the dark one. The one called Matthew said looking around, "This is probably not the best place for this conversation. Will you aunt allow us inside? Or should we go somewhere else?"

"No, she wouldn't. How do I know that you won't take me straight to the Dark Lord? I don't know either of you and flash of amber is a sign of a werewolf."

Matthew sighed, "She would have been happier if she knew the truth from the beginning. Sherman is there anything I could do?"

The one called Sherman shook his head, "She doesn't have the signs. Despite being your niece. However he does. You haven't changed in years but I have no doubt you can feel it."

Niece? Change? What the hell was going on here?

Sherman turned back to him, "I will swear on my magic that you will not be harmed if you come with us. Will that make you feel better?"

Harrison nodded. He stiffened when the man drew a dark wooded wand.

"I, Sherman Blackstone, do swear upon my magic that," he glanced at Harrison.

"Harrison James Potter."

"Harrison James Potter will not be harmed during our talk."

A gentle light flashed around them and Harrison said, "We can go to the park. No one goes there anymore."

Warily he allowed the men to follow him to the park. Once there he scanned the area. As he expected no one was there. Dudley had ruined the park and made it his territory.

A third scent had followed them and it put him on edge. The oath had been for hurting not kidnapping. Too late for that thought to be help to him.

Sherman sighed, "What do you know about the Evans side of the family? Specifically your grandfather."

Harrison answered confused, "Nothing. My aunt doesn't like to even speak to me."

He didn't even know that he was a wizard until he was eleven. What was the man getting at?

Matthew said taking over, "Your aunt is my niece. My name is Matthew Donner and my older brother was grandfather."

This was his great uncle? Why was the man here? Shouldn't he have known about Harry and Petunia?

As if sensing his questions Sherman said, "Riley Evans previous known as Riley Donner never spoke of his past. You see he grew up in a little known town called Wolf's lake. The natural magic of the place allows for the moon to always be full. Your grandfather was born and raised there. Half of the town is different even more so than the wizards that live there."

Harrison thought about it for a moment. His mind kept trailing to the research he had done. At first it seemed impossible but wizards hid themselves away. Why not Skinwalkers?

He inquired curious but cautious, "You're a skinwalker?"

A twitch of the man's lips showed his amusement as he replied, "That's right and so are you. You've been dreaming, haven't you? A wolf coming to you in your dreams."

That was it was about? He was a skinwalker? That was not what he was thinking. Then again that made some sense.

He croaked out, "How? How am I a skinwalker?"

Sherman answered nodding to his wand, "I believe it is the combination of your magic and the skinwalker gene. It had become less dominant after your grandfather couldn't change. With a flood of magic into your system from both your mother and father of activated the dormant gene."

It was like when purebloods inbreeded. New blood brought out old talents. Did they inbreed?

A choked laugh came from Matthew and Harrison looked at him strangely. Could they read his thoughts? He knew that there was a magic that allowed wizards to. Neither man however had their wand drawn.

Matthew sighed, "It's how we found you. You see all members of the clan are connected. Even those who have not officially met the leader. You are of our blood. The bond simply solidified it."

The scent of an open fire on a plain moved closer. A dirty blond haired man came forward. His eyes were an ice blue. They softened slightly when they lay upon him.

Matthew growled, "Tyler, you were supposed to watch for anyone that might interfere."

The man called Tyler looked away from Harrison as he answered, "Wizards followed us. I was able to divert their attention but it won't be long before they track us here. We need to move."

Sherman said with a low growl, "I wasn't expecting a guard," he turned back to Harrison his grey eyes softening, "You have a decision to make, lad. You can stay with your aunt and uncle and try to make through this on your own. Or you can come with us. The clan will teach you what you should have been learning from birth. Your transformation will be much easier with one of us there."

Three sets of eyes looked at him expectantly.