Hey, new story. I literally have three full chapters of my time travel HP story done, so instead of having this story take up an update slot over the weekend, I figured I would post new stories on Fridays, keeping the two update days as Saturday and Sunday. So tomorrow, I plan to add another chapter to Heir to What, and Sunday will be Different kind of Time Travel.

Please, let me know your thoughts in the comments. If you want to read ahead, all the chapters are already up on my pat reon if you decide you want to read my chapters as I am writing them.

-=-=-=-=October 1985=-=-=-=-=

Harry Potter really didn't like running.

He ran a lot in his short life, and it looked like he was getting pretty close to not having to run anymore. Simply because he was running from someone he couldn't escape, and all because he chose to stop running once to save his ungrateful cousin from this situation.

Harry was unable to tell how long he had been missing after he was kidnapped by the creepy man that had started out introducing himself as Fenrir Greyback, he acted a bit polite, even letting him enjoy a proper meal and rest despite having dragged him deep into the woods while unconscious. Apparently, Fenrir wanted to hunt him for fun, and he was going to do just that whether Harry had the energy or not. It was either he ran and made the hunt fun, or Fenrir would torture him to death.

Then the man became a beast as the full moon rose, and Harry ran with all the practice he had from dodging Dudley and his gang. For Fenrir, it was more fun than he thought it would be.

Harry caught sight of another beast, causing him to flinch, but before he could turn and continue running away from what he assumed was a second beast, he felt a piercing pain in his right shoulder.

Fenrir was enjoying the hunt, but all good things must come to an end. As he bit down on the boy's shoulder, savoring the feel of flesh in his teeth, the taste on his tongue, and even the marrow of bones as his teeth broke deep enough.

Enjoying it so much, he never felt something behind him.

-=-=Perspective change=-=-=

Marlene McKinnon hated Fenrir Greyback with such passion and rage, she was able to keep herself focused on hunting him even as she turned on the nights of the full moon. It hadn't been easy to figure out a way to do it, but she had managed to get a hold of some gloves that, while worn, would cover her claws when she transformed, giving her silver claws. Her inner wolf learned quickly to stop clawing at herself.

Marlene started to work with her wolf through reasoning. They both wished to murder the werewolf that turned her because he had taken everything from her, murdering her 'pack', causing her friends to believe her dead, and even costing her, her mate. She felt like she would never have any cubs of her own due to that man, and so, her inner wolf shared her rage.

So she hunted him as both human and wolf, and was finally rewarded. She had not made it in time to keep the bastard from sinking his fangs into the boy, but she had managed to remove the wolf's head from behind before he could get more than a single bite.

Staring down at the boy, coated in his own blood as well as some from the monster that had tried to eat him, the only thought she could think of was "cub."

It would be several hours until the full moon ended and she would be able to think clearly, but her thoughts for the young boy was simply that he was alone, hurt, and she could smell the lycanthrope curse taking hold of him. He was a lonely and hurt cub without a family, so she would take him, he would be her cub.

-=-=-=-=February 1981=-=-=-=-=

James was ecstatic, yet scared.

He was currently in a meeting with his account manager in Gringotts, and was being told something rather serious. Harry had been born an animagus, because he couldn't keep it in his pants while his wife was learning the magic herself, and thus, he was in his current predicament.

Lily was at least calm enough to continue speaking. "So we have to bind the magic, taking away his ability to ever become an animagus?"

Ragnok shook his head in the negative. "Not forever, it will be powerful enough to remove all access to the magic, but it won't be permanent. As the child ages, he will learn control, which you would obviously teach him, and when he is ready, we will remove the binding."

The reason for the issue currently, was because Harry decided to give his parents simultaneous heart attacks when he transformed his hands into claws and smacked playfully at Padfoot when he was playfully pawing at him. After figuring out the problems themselves, yet finding no solution that had no chance of failing while they were distracted by the war with Voldemort, they came to ask a goblin for ideas.

Ragnok smiled as he went on to explain. "No need to fret. If it helps, our magic reveals that your child, since he was at the point of complete purity when he underwent the ritual, has the form of a sprite dragon."

That caused James to puff his chest in pride. "My son is a dragon animagus?"

Lily pouted as she sat up straighter, feeling just as much pride as her husband, but was confused. "But in all the research I have done, nobody has ever recorded a magical form before."

Ragnok shrugged. "Because you humans are weak. Magical forms are such a rarity, that any of you that would have had the chance, didn't have the magical strength required to get it. Your son was at a state in development where he was technically still within a limbo state. Existing, but not being alive. Like with all the muggle things pregnancy does for the infant while it is in your womb, your magic also supports the child, leaving him access to his entire magical core to dedicate to the task. Also helps that sprite dragons aren't the strongest out there."

Seeing her still confused, Ragnok sighed. "Nothing is born with innate knowledge on what to do, just as the infant has to learn as they grow, so too does their magic. The child's magic will leach off of, and learn how to flow from the mother's own magic as it works to keep the child alive. It's why you're advised not to perform much magic while pregnant if able, because it could confuse and harm your infant. Your magic was learning to change forms while you were pregnant, and it taught your child's magic to do the same. Imagine if you were unlucky enough that his magic decided to transform him while giving birth? I do not believe you would fare well giving birth to a dragon, nor would he have survived if it was a different part of him that transformed instead of his hands. Say if he changed his mouth to breathe fire without changing his lungs."

That bit actually brought things into perspective. Lily's magic first taught Harry how to change, before showing him he was supposed to be human, but watching Sirius change gave Harry the knowledge that it was possible to change. So if she had done the ritual any later, Harry would have possibly killed her and or died himself. James was still puffing his chest out. "So, we bind the magic, and later when he learns control, we bring him here to have the bindings undone. Easy, and if we can't, we obviously can just add it to the will."

Lily just scoffed at her husband. "I will definitely put it in my will, but I don't know about you remembering to get a hold of your witnesses for your own. I can at least trust Ragnok here to remember to remove the binding later, right sir?"

Ragnok chuckled at James' affronted reaction to his wife's words. Their arguments reminded him of his own with his wife, with all the good natured ribbing. "You are correct Lady Potter, I will even ask my own wife to remind me if it makes you more comfortable."

-=-=-=-=November 1981=-=-=-=-=

Albus Dumbledore had just assured McGonagall about leaving Harry with his relatives here at 4 Privet Drive when Hagrid showed up with Harry Potter. As the old man carried the child to the door, he frowned as he noticed Harry's hair shifting colors to match the shifting ones on his robes as the boy sleepily drooled before he yawned and drifted back to sleep. The warming charmed blankie lulled him back to sleep as Albus stopped jostling him to allow him to settle.

Albus twitched slightly as he thought of all his current plans. Sirius had obviously taken the Blood-Oath Godfather ritual, and upon the death of James and Lily, Harry's blood adoption was finalized by magic.

So, Harry had Potter, Evans, and Black blood. Enough fresh blood to allow the Black Blood Trait of Metamorphmagus to activate. "Well, we can't have that now, can we? I can't have the Dursleys killing you if you change at an inopportune time."

Albus had to use sleight of hand to pull his wand out without Minerva or Hagrid noticing. But once it was, he waved it around Harry as the boy's hair returned to the Potter black and several other features turned to match closer to James. The next wave of the wand was a trait binding charm, focusing on the scar this time, Dumbledore was sure the dark magic in the scar would be an excellent anchor for the spell to permanently attach to the boy. It was already attaching a horcrux anyway, what was one more curse? The boost from using the Elder Wand would surely ensure the boy never knew of the trait.

While he's at it, why not a couple more bindings?

-=-=-=-=Back to the Present=-=-=-=-=

Marlene was starting to panic a bit.

Her new cub was not looking too well, overheating, shortness of breath, and coughing up blood were all bad symptoms. And then, there's the worst issue of all. As a werewolf, she would lose the little cub if she were caught with him, whether he was a werewolf or not. She would be killed for the people assuming she had bit him despite what evidence she provided to the contrary, and he would be dragged to the ministry where they would do everything in their power to make sure he died before he could grow up.

Failing that, they would let the Daily Prophet expose him and he would be ostracized, she had to do everything she could to help him. He was obviously a wizard, seeing as Greyback was so distracted by the taste of his flesh for her to be able to sneak up on him. Her own scans had shown he had residue of several magic bindings the lycanthropy curse had broken, so her current theory was that those bindings marinated his flesh in raw magic causing him to have an addictive flavor.

Any creature that had the senses to taste magic, even slightly, would have been overwhelmed by any amount of his flesh. The signatures from the bindings were a bit mixed and muddled, so pinpointing who bound the boy was pretty much impossible to her, though she swore she recognized the signature of all but the oldest binding, she just couldn't remember.

For now, she could only watch over the poor boy and do her best to make sure he stayed as cool as she could keep him as his magic worked through whatever was making him ill. The scar on his forehead was really causing her the most concern, seeing as it gushed black ooze every other minute or so.

After an hour or so of doing her best to keep his face clean, the scar began to smoke as a specter was ejected. It screamed in pain and hissed in anger, before it just began to bulge slightly and burst into black wisps and a pained screech.

Having panicked and pulled her wand as the spectre scared her, Marlene suddenly dropped it as she rushed to check over the poor boy.

Harry opened his eyes a bit, whimpering from lingering pain as he took in what he could through blurry eyes. "Mommy?"

Marlene wouldn't be able to tell anyone for a good while, but she absolutely adored hearing someone call her that. The word, from the boy, filled her heart with something she had never thought she would experience again.

Love.

As the days went by, Marlene sat with Harry and talked about what happened to him to land him in the position he was that night. She needed to recover from the full moon and Harry understood that the transformation was painful, so he stepped up to help the woman that saved him. He wasn't able to do much because she didn't have much in her little cabin, but he always managed a smile when she referred to him as her cub. He even stopped flinching every time she hugged him or kissed his head.

They both managed to recover from that night, with Harry surprising Marlene with how fast he recovered from having his shoulder bitten as deeply as he did. Though Marlene knew he would probably be taken from her as she did what they had to tonight.

She had to take him to Gringotts and allow the goblins to contact his legal guardians.

She was fully aware who he was and could possibly let the world believe he died, but where would that put her when his letter came for him? Magical Britain would find out a werewolf was hiding the boy who lived, and then it would only be a matter of time before they found out about his condition and blamed her, then they both would be hunted. Her to be executed, him to be imprisoned.

She chose to take Harry to Gringotts because if she took him to Saint Mungos they would expose him, and the same fears she had for the past week would come to pass. With Greyback dead, she wasn't afraid to die, and would possibly even welcome it, but she didn't want Harry to be left exposed to the system where just anyone could come by and take advantage of or expose him.

Taking him to a regular hospital was out of the question as well, because as soon as the reports of his injuries were filed someone at Saint Mungos would be notified and come to check it out. A healer from the Magical hospital always had to check animal bites like that, disguised as a specialist in wild animal attacks, which was helped by the person actually being a specialist and actually being able to identify and help with identifying the beast that attacked.

But Gringotts was its own nation and didn't follow the laws of the rest of Magical Britain, they weren't racist towards her kind and would listen to her explanation.

As she walked up to a teller, she was only slightly hesitant. "Greetings teller, we are here to speak with the Potter account manager."

The goblin blinked at the woman, before turning his attention towards the young boy at her side. "I will inform him of your presence and will get back with you when he has decided if he will see you."

During the night the tellers were all of the stronger goblins, mostly because of the kind of clients that walked in at this time. Some of their clients were werewolves that simply felt uncomfortable dealing with humans. Though some were magical creatures that were simply nocturnal in nature and were stuck coming in at night, such as vampires.

Most of the teller goblins chose to either be a day shift or night shift, but the accountants were used to emergency calls and had allowed themselves to be woken up. A benefit that comes with being a race that lived primarily underground was being able to choose when the day started or ended.

The teller came back to guide Marlene and Harry to Ragnok, deciding to forgo telling the woman that if this was a trick to try and gain access to the Potter vaults, she would lose her life.

Ragnok nearly snarled as the woman walked in with a small child at her side. "Before we begin, the boy has to allow me to verify his identity."

Marlene nodded as she muttered to Harry about how he proved he was who he was, before he stepped over and held his hand out to Ragnok.

Ragnok smirked as he spoke. "Heir Potter has something special about him that I alone could identify, so before we even use the regular methods, I plan to test you with my own first."

Marlene and Harry both looked confused rather than frightened, though Marlene did look a little concerned. "Harry here was recently attacked by Fenrir Greyback."

Ragnok waved the woman off as he held a hand out to Harry, scanning the boy for the bindings he placed on him before. What he spotted actually caused him to become concerned. "The bindings I placed on you when you were an infant were broken, I can see the residue as well as the markings that indicate more were placed on you. I also see residual cursed magics from your scar that indicate something worse for you. All these bindings on you actually made things worse though, because the idiot that placed the bindings on you after mine, bound them to the scar which must have taken the bindings with it when the lycanthropy curse took hold and killed it. This was also enough to break my binding of your animagus magic."

Marlene blinked as she shook her head. "But if he was an animagus, he wouldn't have been able to be infected with lycanthropy."

Ragnok snarled. "My bindings were strong enough to prevent the animagus magic from being activated, by all means, he wasn't an animagus while it was on him. But then something activated the dormant ability of metamorphmagus within his blood, which I will look into, and someone decided to bind his magic more and binding that ability in a similar way to what I did, only instead of binding them normally, he anchored his spells to the dark magic in his scar. When Harry was bit the lycanthropy curse took hold of him, this wound up killing what I could only guess was a weak Horcrux from his scar and destroying the bindings the fool placed on him. All this together wound up breaking my own bindings, but more along the lines of putting a hole in them, which caused them to slowly erode away for the past week, and there isn't anything I can do about it."

Harry sat in the chair next to Marlene, confused and not understanding anything, as the woman looked scared out of her mind. "But as far as I know, those magics all contradict one another. They all change the body in different ways and when someone has one, the methods to get the others are impossible to activate."

Ragnok nodded. "Well of course, however I feel that mister Potter actually did die that night. His scar shows signs of being a horcrux, so the mixture of magics obviously caused a bit of an internal problem for the boy, and the only reason he lives now is because they technically did kill him for a moment, which allowed them enough of a chance to harmonize. So, he is all three, no one will be able to guess how this will alter any of them, but I am sure that the effects of some will counter the pains of the others."

Ragnok nodded towards Marlene as he pulled out a folder. "According to my files, young Harry here should be staying with his godfather, Sirius Black. Would you mind explaining why you are here and not him?"

Marlene blinked in shock as she shook her head. "Sirius betrayed the Potters and is in Azkaban."

Ragnok snarled. "Impossible, I am a witness for when Sirius completed the blood oath the godfather ritual required of him. Simply put, if Sirius Black had betrayed the Potters, he wouldn't be in Azkaban, he would be dead."

Marlene began to hyperventilate as she went over what all that meant. Harry started to rub her arm as he sat beside her, noticing the stress she was under. Ragnok simply called for the Black account manager.

Harry was still rubbing Marlene's arm, still too nervous about physical touch from his time with the Dursleys, as a second goblin walked in. "What reason do you have to call for my presence Ragnok? Be aware that if this wastes my time, the Bank Manager's favorite or not, I will gut you."

Ragnok frowned at the other goblin. "As if you could, however I have important questions about your client Sirius Black, the legal guardian for Harry James Potter. Sirius took an oath to protect Harry here, and I was just informed that he rots in prison for breaking said oath."

Bloody Clutch snarled. "It appears there is no honor even among family with those filthy wizards. Narcissa Malfoy has been using her former Black name and declaring her son the heir, Lucius has been working through her to gain access to the Black vaults. Looks like we were both being stolen from."

Both goblins were snarling by the end of the statement, as Ragnok spoke up once more. "Albus Dumbledore has been poking around my vaults lately as well, so this will grant me the reasoning I need to brand him a thief. We both have to shut down our accounts until Sirius, as Lord Black and Potter Regent, can step in here and clear things up. We are going to have some serious headaches coming our way soon."

Bloody Clutch snarled more. "I still say we just kill them all."