Plot: Harry was bitten by a werewolf when he was a young boy, and the whole wizarding world knows it. A story about a young wizard struggling to make friends in a world that hates him for what he is, and what he is is something that he'll never want to change. Harry-werewolf. Harry/Katie Bell

Scene 1:

Harry let out a sigh as he stood amongst the other students waiting to be sorted. He had gotten some odd looks on the train, what with the scratches on his face. So far, nobody appeared to have looked at him long enough to notice the lightning bolt scar on the top of his head, thank Merlin. At least nobody could see the bite mark on his shoulder. So far he had the pleasure of meeting a few people, the Weasley twins seemed alright, and so did their little brother Ron. The only other person he had met was Draco Malfoy who seemed like a real jerk, a jerk that had been sorted into Slytherin almost straight away, meaning Harry didn't really feel like going there. So far, the only house that seemed to appeal to him was Gryffindor since he wasn't smart like the Ravenclaws and didn't have lots of friends like the Hufflepuffs.

"H...Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall announced his name.

Harry started moving forward, the other first years parted away from him like he could explode at any moment. As he walked forward he heard plenty of whispers coming from the other students, whispers that he probably would have been able to hear even without his better-than-average hearing.

"That's Harry Potter?"

"The boy who lived?"

"The werewolf!"

"I didn't know he was a werewolf!"

"Was bit after he defeated you-know-who!"

"Can't believe that they're letting a werewolf into school!"

"I don't care if he's the boy who lived, that's dangerous!"

"You're a werewolf?!" Ron blurted out once Harry was near enough.

"Uh...yeah," Harry said quietly, though he may as well have yelled it given how everyone had heard him. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Scene 2:

"Oliver, I was thinking, we could invite Harry to the team," Katie Bell said at the end of one of Wood's mad quidditch practice sessions.

"Harry? Harry who?" Oliver asked whilst packing away his quidditch gear.

"Harry Potter, of course," Katie said, earning horrified looks from the rest of her team.

"Katie," Angelina said in a concerned voice. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Do you have a temperature? Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey?" Alicia asked.

"What are you on about?" Katie asked, bewildered. "I'm fine, I just did an hour-long practice with you guys."

"That must be it," Fred said dramatically.

"We always knew one day Oliver would drive us all into madness," George sighed.

"Such a shame that it had to be Katie,"

"Aye, she was the nicest one out of all of us,"

"Shut it," Katie cut in. "Look, all I'm saying is that we need a new seeker and I've seen Harry fly, he'd run rings around most of the other people we have trying out."

"Well...Katie...he hasn't really shown up for tryouts," Angelina couldn't help but point out.

"Do you think he'd be welcome if he did?" Katie snorted. "You've seen the way everyone treats him, come on, Oliver, trust me. He's really good."

"How good?" Oliver asked thoughtfully, causing Katie to grin. As far as Oliver Wood was concerned, it didn't really matter if Harry was part goldfish, so long as he could play.

Scene 3:

"Mr Potter," Dumbledore said in a quiet voice. "Do you know why I have requested your presence here?"

"Not really," Harry grunted, staring back at Dumbledore and the man next to him, one Remus Lupin. "Have I done something wrong?"

"That...is...well, no...not really," Dumbledore coughed awkwardly. "But there is something we need to discuss with you,"

"And what would that be?" Harry asked, having a good idea about what exactly Dumbledore wanted to discuss.

"Remus has informed me of your last conversation with him," Dumbledore stated calmly. "Am I correct in understanding that you want to create your own pack?"

"Eventually," Harry nodded without hesitation. "Before that, I'd like to work on improving wizarding laws regarding werewolves."

"But Harry, why would you want that?" Remus blurted out.

"Having a family is human nature," Harry shrugged.

"But you're not talking about a regular human family, you're talking about a werewolf one!"

"Not necessarily, I won't force the change on anyone, not on purpose anyway, I'm perfectly content to be with someone that's a werewolf and I got no problems with being with someone that's not a werewolf."

"Harry, we werewolves are shunned for a reason," Remus said in a tired tone. "That one night in a month may simply be just that, one night, but it's one very, very dangerous night that could end up costing lives. Harry, we are monsters and it's far better for us to not spread this...'sickness' to others."

"I don't know about you but I don't have a sickness," Harry glared at him. "The wolf is a part of me, just like my magic, it is me."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!" Harry stood up, slamming one palm on Dumbledore's desk. The two older men watched in horror as Harry's nails got longer and fur appeared on his hand, Harry pulled it back, scratching Dumbledore's desk as he did so. "I don't fear the wolf, not like you, Lupin. It's one with me, I'm in control here. I don't fight the wolf, and it doesn't fight me."

"Harry, this is a dangerous path that you are walking," Dumbledore warned.

"And I'll walk it with or without the two of you,"