I don't own Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction only.

Since I didn't have didn't have a place to live Albus decided that I lived in the castle, specifically a house that to everyone else was the most haunted place in the world, except Hogwarts that is.

The shrieking shack was the name people gave it. Honestly, once I looked at it, if you compare it to how I used to live, it was a palace. I was more than happy to live here. The best thing of all I had privacy thanks to that tree that acted as a guard dog. I got to know the old softy and one little touch from yours truly and the tree was as harmless as a hamster.

The second thing I loved was that I had unrestricted access to any book in the library I wanted, I decided that knowledge is power, and I also loved reading, so you can guess where I was when I was not eating at the castle's kitchen. There were thousands of books, and I was not going to get bored anytime soon.

Thanks to the invisibility cloak my dad left me, I could read and not worry about someone finding me reading something that was beyond the first year. I finished the school material for the first year and all of the second just barely got through the third year stuff when I heard someone shout.

Part of me wanted to take off the cloak and remind the supposed deputy headmistress that there was no shouting in the library, but then again she would find out I lived in the castle, and that I liked to read books that were shall we say too difficult for someone my age.

"Albus, We got a problem. I been trying to send the acceptance letter to Harry, but the person who lives there just sent me a rather rude letter. Apparently, Harry Potter doesn't live there anymore and he even said she hoped he died. Harry Potter is missing Dumbledore! How am I supposed to send him his letter."

Honestly, this woman could make Banshees turn green with envy, she had an amazing set of lungs on her that was certain, if the ringing in my poor ears was any indication. If someone tells me I was blessed with heightened senses, I would gladly remind them of this.

"Minerva, slow down and relax. Harry is in the castle already. The rude person was probably someone called Marge, wasn't she? In self-defense, Harry killed his uncle, aunt, and cousin. He has been living here for the last six months."

I really wish they didn't have to have their conversation in the library. Honestly, I could hear every single word they said. "If Harry Potter is here where is he? I need to give him his letter, and make sure he gets his school supplies and robes."

I had more than enough of this, I could not concentrate on the transfiguration book as much as I would like, too bad to it was a book about the transfiguration of non-living matter into living matter. I found the theory quite engaging, and the examples quite funny.

I walked down the stairs from the third floor, and I intentionally used the stairs that they could both see me as I walked down the stairs.

I walked to the woman wearing square-rimmed glasses, and her hair so tight that I could practically hear the hair crying. "First off I have all my school supplies, robes, wand, and potion ingredients several months ago. Secondly, there is no shouting in the library. Honestly professor I am shocked that I have to remind you of this, and lastly your little chat interrupted my reading."

"I will never finish that Necro transfiguration Book if this keeps up. It's bad enough when the janitor comes in and mutters about how much he hates not being able to use magic. I might as well take this book with me. I will never finish it if I can't find a quiet place to read in the castle."

She looked at the book and then she looked at me glaring while she did that. "That book is a fifth-year transfiguration book. You are not even in your second year! Don't make an excuse and Don't lie to me."

I walked over and looked at her, "I finished all the transfiguration books at least once, I am only reading this for the fun of it. I happen to like the jokes that are in this book. Like how can a rock be both diseased and deceased at the same time."

I heard Dumbledore clear his throat and walk towards me. "Honestly Harry, why don't you take some time and relax? I remember you father used to love playing quidditch, or maybe plan a rather intricate prank."

I looked at him and then at the book which I sent right back where it was with a single spell. "I don't like to waste time. I need to keep active or my blood starts to boil and I want to find something to kill. Speaking of which, you still haven't told me what can I eat in the forest."

Albus just looked at me, "Of course, I forgot. You will not go crazy thanks to that ring, but you still are every bit one of those. You can eat anything that is not either magical, human, or sentient. Birds mostly, but you can eat some fish from the lake as long as they aren't merpeople or the giant squid."

"My name is Minerva McGonagal, I am the Deputy Headmistress of this school. What do you mean by being one of those?" I had no choice but to transform. The pain of transformation was a lot fewer thanks to all the practice I been doing. My jaw and hands were still a bit painful, not to mention my rear.

"He means I am a werewolf, as one of the moon people I need to hunt or remain active doing other things. Since he didn't tell me what I could hunt, I decided to keep busy by reading and practicing my spells."

She looked at me as I changed back and I could almost see a look of fear in her eyes. "So how many books do you read per day? Should I be concerned about you making a meal out of your fellow students?"

I felt almost insulted as she said that, "I read ten books per day and the very idea of me eating something as foul as human upset my stomach. I would never eat something as foul as a human."

She didn't like the sound of that last part from the look she was giving me, "Need I remind you that you are human?"

I looked at her and she was clearly going to say something, but something made her stop. "I am human? I would never know unless you told me. I only knew my name was Harry Potter till Professor Dumbledore to me, before that I was called a combination of the words Freak and Thing. I think Disgusting was added sometimes, but that was usually only on my birthday."

"So tell me Professor why would I want to be considered a member of the race that tortured, starved, and tried to kill me for years? How about you show me a few good examples of honorable humans and then I might consider it."

I saw her look at Albus like she really wanted to tear his heart out. "I told you, I told you! We should have never left him with them in the first place. I told you they would not be the caring relatives you thought they were!"

Albus just let out a sigh and looked at me, "I believe in giving people a second chance to redeem themselves, I guess it's was wrong of me to think Petunia had changed in all these years."

"Harry since we are having this conversation, there are two things I need to tell you. First, you will need to use the fireplace and travel to the train station of King's Cross, you need to take the train to the school like everyone else. Secondly please try to keep the fact that you are a werewolf a secret. People are afraid of werewolves and people often hate that which they fear."

"You need to go on the train because this will allow you to meet other people your age, we can't live alone all your life Harry, you also need to be sorted into one of the four houses, but you know that already. You probably read a few books that said that much."

I didn't like the idea much but indeed I did read that in more than a few books, and scrolls. "Fine, but if they try to kill me. That person just became my snack of the day if he thinks he can try to kill me. I don't care what people think, someone tries to kill me I will devour that person."

She looked like she was having trouble with that idea, "How about you knock him out and let the Magical Law Enforcement deal with him or her? Harry many people would use such actions to try and classify you a menace to your fellow students, and have you expelled from our school."

I looked at Albus and I looked at her, it made no sense to me. If I can't devour my would-be murderer I would be constantly be trying to get the idiot to stop trying to kill me. "So let me get this straight, a complete stranger can try to make a corpse out of me, but I can't kill him or her in self-defense because others might use it to kick me out of this school?"

"This is the world of humans, and which is why I don't consider myself one. I never will till I find one with a mind smart enough and heart kind enough to be able to see the reason for my actions. Till I find one worthy to be my mate, I will never call myself a human."

I looked up to where I was, and then I looked at them. "If I must go and come back on the train for appearances sake you could just tell me. I am not ungrateful you know, now if you two have nothing else I have a few books I like to finish before I have to be on that train and that boat. Not to mention the sorting."

I jumped up to where I was and I could hear someone gasp from sheer shock. I continued reading my transfiguration book, and I knew I had to read a few others for reference material and because I never get tired reading about all these spells.

From that day on Professor McGonnagal was always there were I was reading a book, I don't know if she was there to keep an eye on me, or was afraid I would harm the books.

By the time I got to the seventh floor of the library it was time for me to go and take the train. During one of attempt at a particularity difficult spell I ended up summoning a rather strange miniature dragon. She has feathers that were really soft, and if it wasn't for the scales on the underside of her body I would say she was a bird.

Well that is not true, she had the mouth you would expect on a dragon, and she had lovely eyes. For some strange reason, I also felt like she was tied to my magic core. I kept reading and found out she was a familiar. I was probably the youngest person to ever have a familiar.

She loved riding on my shoulder and rubbing her head on the side of my neck. The next thing that I found strange was that for some reason I ended up calling her Pina. The strange part is that my familiar seemed to like me calling her that.

As I got out of the fireplace and began walking towards the train station I knew this would not be pleasant. "Come on, Pina. It's time for us to spend some time with hormonal, impulsive humans." She rubbed her head on me and I knew what she was saying without her saying a word.

"Thanks, Pina I know you be there for me. Come on let's get this over with. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to that book." She perked up immediately after I said that, it was a book about the language of dragons after all.