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Harrison's POV

Matthew was allowed to take him back to his house. Willard wouldn't call a pack meeting until later that evening. It would give them time to get settled. For Sherman and Matthew to explain things to him. Tyler unwillingly left with Willard but not before glancing at him over his shoulder.

Matthew said hesitating at the door, "Listen I have a daughter about your age. Her name is Sophia we don't know if she is also going to make the change."

So he was going to be an intruder in a family here as well. Great. That was the last thing he wanted to be. Still anything was better than the Dursely's.

Matthew opened the door and called out, "Sophia? Are you home?"

Harrison's nose picked up a surprised scent as he followed. It was that of coffee and grease. A gentle scent that had just a small undertone of pine.

In the entry way was a set of stairs leading to the next floor. Overhead was a banister that he could see a few doors.

A girl with brown hair and light green peered over the banister. Their eyes locked and surprise entered her eyes.

She asked her eyes never leaving his, "Dad who is that?"

Matthew said pushing Harrison slightly so that he stood in front of him, "Sophia this is Harrison Potter my nephew. Harrison this is my daughter Sophia Donner. He will be staying with us until he goes back to Hogwarts."

"Nephew? Dad you don't have any siblings," Harrison could see the confusion in her eyes.

It was the same as he felt finding out he had a family. One that actually wanted him. At least he hoped they might. The pack leader seemed to want him but that could be because their numbers were dwindling.

Sherman said as he slid past Matthew, "I can answer that but this should be taken to the living room. I'm sure you and Harrison both have questions."

The living room was small. It had a TV up on the wall and a couch with two chairs. Harrison and Sherman took the chairs.

Once they were settled Sherman explained, "Years ago your father had a brother. Riley Donner was the older of the two of them. As you know we change before the age of eighteen. Riley was one of the rare few that never changed. I helped him escape the town. If I had not the hunters would have killed him. Riley met a human girl and fell in love. They had two daughter, Lily and Petunia. One was of magic and went to Hogwarts. The other was a simple human. Lily ended up falling in love with a wizard by the name of James Potter. They had a son together, Harrison, here. Only Riley knew of the heritage that they shared. He never expected it to appear when Harrison started to come into himself. We didn't even think it was possible for a wolf to appear after so long."

Sophia stared at him for a long moment before she said, "You have our eyes. All Donners have green eyes but I have never seen any so vibrant."

Harrison said looking away, "Everyone says I have my mother's eyes. Though I look like my dad."

Sophia turned her head to the side in a curious manner. Then to his surprise she shook her head as she said, "No you look like dad. I can see some differences but your main features are that of dad's. The wild untamed hair must be from your dad's family though."

Sherman snorted. Harrison glared at the man who shrugged. It wasn't his fault that his hair refused to cooperate. Nothing he tried got his hair to stay down. Potions, magic or muggle products.

Matthew rolled his eyes as he said, "Knock it off, Sherman," then he turned serious, "Soph, there is going to be a meeting at the diner tonight. The entire clan is going to be there."

At his look of confusion Sherman explained, "The pack is mainly the town members. The clan is the enterity of the Wolf Lake area. There are two other packs who belong to the clan. Willard is the clan and pack head. Out of all our leaders he has lasted the longest uncontested. 25 years of being pack and clan head. That may change tonight for two reasons. One Willard isn't well. He is slowly dying of a cancer that even we cannot treat. The second reason is you. Many of the older wolves will not like bringing you in. While some of the younger wolves like Tyler and the pup pack led by Lucas Cates will accept. The older wolves will see your human side as a weakness."

Being human wasn't a weakness. It was what set them apart from being consumed by the beast.

Harrison asked, "What is the difference between us and werewolves? Or animagi? Why would the old wolves see humanity as weakness?"

The two men exchanged glances before Sherman replied an odd look in his eyes, "The older wolves believe that we should return to our roots. Back to the times we spent more time in our wolf skin than our human one. In a way they are not wrong about that. At the same time doing that would make us forget what separates us from beasts. Skinwalkers were what inspired the first animagus. We travel freely between wolf and human skin. Wizards are whatever animal is their animal spirit."

The man paused for a moment then continued, "Werewolves are another matter entirely. Wizards weren't wrong when they thought that the werewolves originally descended from skinwalkers. We dont know when it happened exactly but this story is passed down from black wolf to black wolf as we are the rarest of all wolves. I will explain to you in class why."

Matthew opened his mouth to question but was stopped by an upheld hand. Sherman said his eyes becoming glazed, "When wizards first decided we were dark creatures we hid ourselves. Tried to make ourselves seem more muggle. There were more of us back then and more places in the world where the moon was always full. Because of a select few there are only a handful of communities like ours left. Wizards labeled us extinct almost a millennia ago. They hunted us down like animals. Some of us were stronger in magic than others but they outnumbered us. When we tried to go into hiding that's when the certain members came out. They were the worst of the worst. Instead of helping hide their fellow skinwalkers they chose instead to betray their brothers and sisters. So many of us were lost because of them. Children killed because they had the gene. Adults trying desperately to save their cubs."

Sherman's voice was broken by the end of his recount. Somehow despite the impossibility of it. Harrison knew the other had seen the horrors he spoke of.

They all listened at rapt attention as the man continued, "Those who betrayed us were banished by the moon and Magic herself. Cursed to never change again under their own power. That their bites would forever infect others as punishment for their crimes. Two years before we were officially declared extinct the black wolves banded together. There were more of us back then. So many more," it almost seemed as if he was going to stop again. Then suddenly he spoke, "It was sacrificial magic. A very rare very dark ritual that sacrificed all but one black wolf per clan. Magic gave us safe havens in exchange. Places where the moon would always be full. A place where the betrayers could no longer go for they would be forced to change each night. This is one such community and clan."

His uncle said after a long moment of silence, "I never knew that history Sherman. How many people know about it?"

Sherman gave a grim smile in return, "Only the black wolves."