I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Chapter Two: In a new time

Elphias Doge was sitting by his fire enjoying his nightly cup of tea when he felt a disturbance in his wards. Surprised but wary he got up to look out the window and was taken back to see a figure collapsed on his front lawn. Curiosity that overwhelmed his caution he stepped outside and was meet with the sight of a young man no older than 17 but what really surprised him was the bloody shoulder and claw marks on the right side of his face. Snapping out of his surprised stupor he hurried forward to aid his mystery guest. Levitating the boy into his house and up to a spare bedroom. He quickly summoned a box of healing potions and vanished the blood leaking from the wounds. Thankful for his time as a healer many years ago he ran a diagnostics test to determine the cause of such a gory gash. What he saw had his face draining of color. The boy had been attacked by a werewolf and was now infected with the curse. Elphias wasn't sure what to do and who to notify. He has no idea who the boy was let alone his parents. Deciding to put breaking the news to the back of his mind he set to healing and cleaning his wounds as best he could. He knew no matter how much magic was used there would still be scaring. It was unfortunate the wolf got his face but years of working in the medical field allowed him to be able to make the scars as thin as possible. After doing all that needed to be done he sat back and begun to ponder what to do next. He knew that many were prejudiced to werewolf's which caused many of them to turn to the dark. He hoped the boy would be able to live as normal as a life as possible with his 'condition'.

Harry woke to his shoulder being sore and a tingly feeling on his face. Cracking open an emerald eye he saw that he was in a basic bedroom. One that looked like it was rarely used and had the bare essentials in it, no personal touch. He gingerly sat up and was surprised to see he wasn't the only person in the room. There across the bed he was lying in sat an old man. He had brown eyes with a tuffs of silver hair covering his head. As he was about to ask the man what was going on the old man spoke.

"Ah, I see you have finally awaken. No need to fear, I found you on my front lawn. Somehow you managed to pass through my wards, which is quite a feat I assure you. Now I'm sure you have as many questions to ask as I have for you. So let's get the basics out of the way. My name is Elphias Doge, this is my house and you are currently in the guest bedroom. I saw that you were gravely injured so I fixed you up. Now lad, what's your name and how did you attain the wounds that you had?"

Harry floundered for a moment, willing his brain to process the amount of information he was just given. He opened his mouth to reply, when he realized he had no clue on what to say for an answer.

"I don't know"

"Excuse me?" Elphias said. He wasn't quiet sure if he heard correctly.

"I don't know my name or what happened to me. I only remember seeing a night sky and the feeling of grass as well as confusion. I can't remember anything about me!" Harry was now starting to get very scared and panicky, he couldn't remember a single thing about his life. It was like a black hole. There was nothing there but air and nothing to grasp onto.

Elphias sat back in his seat. Feeling very worried for the young man before him. Memory loss wasn't uncommon in the wizarding world but without knowing the degree of damage and the cause it could be potentially impossible to restore ones memories.

"What can you remember, young man? Maybe what you got for your birthday or the first spell you learned?"

"I can't remember anything about my birthday nor when it is, but I remember learning spells and how to do them and their uses but I can't remember when I learned them or who taught me. It's like I still have my knowledge but anything beyond the knowledge that's personal is not there. It's like knowing what a owl is but not remembering how I came to know what an owl is or when I first saw one. Does that make sense?"

"Surprisingly, yes. It's good that you still have your knowledge but I have a feeling that stuff like who the minister is you won't know, but you do know what the spell to unlock a door is. Am I correct?"

"Yes"

"Well this complicates things greatly. But memory loss aside. There is another topic that I feel you need to know about sooner than later"

Harry did not like the sound of the that. His instincts were screaming bad news and what was about to be said would greatly change his life forever.

Elphias continued on speaking as if being blunt would be the most fastest and painless way to say what needed to be said. "While I was taking care of your injuries I ran a diagnostics test on them to determine the cause of them. The scan said you were attacked by a werewolf. Last night was a full moon."

Harry sat there stunned. It was like the world had frozen and the words "Last night was a full moon" kept repeating themselves in his head. It was like he was in a dream and this wasn't really happing. Not only did he have no memory but he was now a werewolf. A dark creature of the night, controlled once a month by the moon. Unable to make conscious decisions and become a beast, just like the one who attacked him. A monster. His heart filled with despair. He felt like he was suffocating. And in a way he was. There was no cure he would always be infected, he would never be able to escape the moon.

Elphias watched as the young wizard sat frozen, lost in thoughts and processing his words. He felt a surge of pity for the boy. A boy who already had it difficult with no memories but to add on being a werewolf was just cruel. He vowed right there that he would help the boy as much as possible and be there for him when he needed someone, to help him come to terms with this new development. But first he must find the boy's parents.

"I know this is rather shocking news and I will help you to the best of my ability but I think we should find your parents first."

"There dead"

Harry looked up in shock. The words came out of his mouth before his brain could process them. It was like he had said the words so many times that it was pure instinct.

"What I mean is I don't know how I know but something in me knows they are dead and have been for a long time."

Elphias looked at the boy with sadness in his eyes. He just gave a nod in understanding. The words had been instinct and no matter of memory loss would remove instincts, they were ingrained in his brain. He knew the boy was not lying, he had been shocked by his own statement.

"Well, I guess you can stay here, as long as you don't mind living with an old fart" Elphias gave the boy a small smile trying to lighten the gloomy mood the boy was in. "We can get you some stuff so you have things to do. You will need clothes that's for sure. We can make a trip to Diagon Alley to get you everything. Some books on werewolf's too. You will need to understand what is happening to you and the effects. You'll be surprised that being a werewolf isn't so bad, in fact many good men have ended up being bitten and they turned out all right."

"But I don't have any money and I don't think anyone will hire a werewolf so I won't be able to pay you back and -"

"Nonsense! You won't need to pay a knut nor repay me! Elphias continued when he saw the boys mouth open in protest "Honestly, I have more money that could last me 5 lifetimes, I don't have a heir so once I die all of it will go to the ministry, so now worries!"

Harry was still not convinced but let the subject drop. He was feeling very worn out even though he had only woken up not so long ago.

Elphias seeing the boys droopy eyes, stood up to leave and let the boy go to sleep. But he paused at the door when he heard a question asked in a soft voice.

"Are you sure you want a werewolf to stay in your house. I am a monster" The boy said sadly.

Elphias turned to regard the boy on the bed. A boy he had only just met but had somehow already earned a place in his heart. "Just because you are a werewolf does not mean you are a monster. You are not a monster, a monster is someone who likes pain and takes pleasure in causing it. You do not. In time you will see yourself as the person you are and not what society deems you as. But until then I will be here to make you see sense and no matter of fur and tail will make me leave." With that he walked out of the room leaving a very confused and scarred but hopeful boy on the bed.