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Harrison's POV

Harrison questioned mistrust in his gaze, "How do I know any of this is true? You could be lying to me about everything. Skinwalkers are extinct. How can you three be one and I be one if they are are extinct?"

The three men exchanged glances. It seemed as if they were having a silent conversation. He could feel something trying to form in the back of his mind. There were whispers of words that he couldn't quite hear.

Harrison strained to hear it. In turn that caught the attention of the men. Specifically the man called Tyler who turned his blue eyes to Harrison. They were wide with surprise.

A voice could be heard but the man's mouth didn't move, "Can you hear me?"

Harrison asked taking a step away from the men, "How did you do that? What is happening to me?"

Unbeknownst to Harry his eyes flashed to amber for a brief moment. Then they returned to their normal killing curse curse. It was only when two of the three men sucked in a breath did he realize something happened.

Sherman said his head lifting to the sky, "We don't have time for this. I, Sherman Blackstone do swear upon my life and magic that everything said here is true. So mote it be."

A light flashed. Harrison stared at him for a moment longer before nodding. The only way he was going to get answers was to go with them. Otherwise he would be left in the dark once more.

Sherman held out his arm but immediately retracted it, when Tyler growled at him. It was a low threatening growl. Grey widened as the man looked between the blond and the ebony haired boy.

Tyler blinked owlishly for a moment before offering his arm to Harrison. Harrison stared at him for a long moment. Something told him this one wouldn't hurt him. That despite the growl he meant well.

Hesitantly he reached out and took the arm. To his surprise he felt a brush of magic on his skin. It was warm far warmer than he felt before. It almost made him forget that there was still something he needed. That he couldn't leave behind.

He said resolutely, "Wait! I need my notebook. Absolutely no one must find it at the Dursely's."

Tyler didn't question him instead drew his wand. He intoned, "Accio notebook."

When it flew into Tyler's hand he said, "Deep breath."

He complied and faintly heard shouts for them to stop. Then it was like he was being pulled through a tube. If it wasn't for the hand on his shoulder he would have fallen on his face.

The scent of an open fire on a plain calmed the need to run. To get away from the feeling. Tyler held him a little longer than normal. When he did release Harrison the boy stumbled slightly.

On an instinctive level he felt connected to the man. While he didn't trust any of them he wanted to learn. Learn about what was happening to him.

A moment later two more cracks of apparition sounded. Sherman and Matthew appeared. Then there was the feeling again of whisper like speaking. He couldn't quite hear it still even if it did seem louder.

Tyler let out a low growl stepping closer to Harrison. It was such a possessive movement that he had to step away. Harrison didn't know what was happening but he didn't like the possessiveness.

He took the chance to look around them. They were by the side of a highway with woods surrounding him. There was magic that surrounded them. A feeling of acceptance came from the magic. It was as if was coming home.

A man with salt and pepper hair and grey eyes came out of the woods. Tyler and Matthew stiffened their heads bowed slightly to the man. Only Sherman and Harrison kept their heads high.

The man said his eyes solely on the youngest, "So this is Riley's grandson. I don't suppose that you three were able to find him as well."

"Riley and his wife died several years before Harry was born. His oldest daughter was Harrison's aunt and guardian," came Sherman's reply.

They died during the war with Voldemoert. If what he understood was true then it was the Dark Lord who killed them. His aunt blamed him and his mother for what they couldn't control.

The grey haired man moved closer to him so that there was only a few feet between them. He said his grey eyes catching Harrison's poison green ones, "Its extraordinary how much you look like Riley when he was your age. Though your hair would be your father's. I am Willard Cates. I run the brewery here in town."

Harrison glanced at Matthew who said, "Running the brewery means you run the pack and the town. Not everyone here in Wolf Lake is a skinwalker. Everyone looks to the brewery's holder to determine the course of the town."

The whispers grew louder. Willard said a gentle smile forming, "Your mind is trying to integrate into the pack. You truly are one of us even if you haven't changed yet. Come let's get into town then we can speak more."

Severus' POV

The Order of the Phoenix was in a frenzy. Potter had left Private Drive willingly with unknown person's. They had come up to the door and spoke with the Petunia.

Doge had tried to get information out of Petunia. He was the one on guard when they arrived. At first he didn't even consider that they might be wizards.

Petunia Dursley nee Evans was not the loving aunt everyone though she was. Severus who knew her as a child was not surprised by her hatred of wizards. Though he had thought she would treat her own flesh and blood better.

Due to the rudeness that Doge experienced they sent Severus and Albus the second time. Severus wanted nothing to do with Petunia but his oath required that he go. To see what unsafe conditions Potter had been in.

Apparating to the street had been simple for them. Then it was a short walk to Number Four. If it wasn't for the numbers no one would have been able to tell the difference between the houses.

They were almost completely sure that it wasn't the Dark Lord. Severus would have been called if Death Eaters captured the brat.

That and to Doge it seemed the Potter brat had gone willingly. Who were the people that could convince the boy to leave with them? Another question was why?

The door was soon answered by a horse faced woman. Despite not seeing her in well over a decade he recognized the woman immediately. She was thinner than what should have been normal. Her brown eyes glared at Albus then at him before widening with recognition.

She screeched in a high pitch, "You! Snape I told you years ago that I never wanted to see you again. For that matter I told you freaks that the boy was gone. He left with those people from before. The ones with the amber eyes!"

Amber eyes? Werewolves? What did werewolves want with Potter?