What if the night Harry blow up his Uncle Vernon's sister Marge? Instead of Sirius Black in his Animagus form, something else was out on that street that night with Harry.

"God forgive me." He told himself as he moved into position and drank the bitter potion This will change things. . . once they see him. . . they will have to change."

These were the desperate thoughts of an equally desperate man. a man who only a year ago lived a very comfortable life, he wasn't rich or famous. However, his job in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement gave him plenty of creature comforts. All that had changed the day he changed in the blink of an eye he was cast out by all he know from the life he know, wizard or not what had been done to him was a fate worse than death.

Not too far off Harry Potter was moving several streets away from his aunt and uncles house before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk. He sat quite still, anger still surging through him, listening to the frantic thumping of his heart. Not too far off in the distance he could hear the solitary howling of a dog in the night.

After ten minutes of standing alone in the dark street the light of the moon his only light source, a new emotion overtook him: panic. Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent. What was going to happen to him? Would he be arrested. He had broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry so badly.

Swallowing deeply harry gathered his things and started to make his way down the street, with Hedwig gone he had no way of contacting Ron or Hermione. alone and penniless in the Muggle world he needs to get a hold of some of his gold from Gringotts. But that was all the way in London, and he had no way of getting there.

He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. If he was already expelled a bit more magic couldn't hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father — what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London?

Suddenly straightened, he looked around. A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses. Then the sound of a twig snapping drew his attention, his hand clenched on his wand. He had sensed rather than heard it, then the sound of a low growl could be heard.

"Lumos," Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, almost dazzling him. He held it high over his head. Suddenly he was violently tackled to the ground by a large dark mass with bright yellow eyes. A searing pain just above his collarbone in the nip of his neck. fangs were sinking deeper and deeper into him. The weight of the dog that had attacked him was so too much he could move. White-hot pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound.

There was a deafening BANG, and eyes blinded by a sudden light — With a yelp, whatever was on top of him rolled back onto the pavement let out a deafening howl and darted into the darkness of the night. Harry tried to look around, but his glasses had been knocked off his face from the force of being knocked to the ground. Everything was blurred, he couldn't lift his body off the ground as a wet worm feeling started to speed across his chest.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve —" Someone was talking but who it Harry didn't know his vision was starting to grow dark as he started to shack from the pain coming from his neck started to grow more and more.

Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy. He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange. He blinked again. The somber face of a strange man swam into view above him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," He said Harry swallowed hard and looked around the room he was in.

The Room was small and rather dingy as the only window was narrow and set high in the wall facing the door. Most of the light came from more shining crystal bubbles clustered in the middle of the ceiling. The walls were of panelled oak and there was a portrait of a rather vicious looking wizard on the wall, captioned urquhart rackharrow, 1612– 1697, inventor of the entrail-expelling curse.

"My Name is Hippocrates Smethwyck I am the Healer-in-Charge of the "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn Ward here at St Mungo's." said healer Hippocrates

"St Mungo's?" Harry asked not sure where at that was supposed to mean.

"St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, you where very fortunate the Knight bus had picked you up when they did."

"Knight bus what was this man talking about walking about." Harry thought to himself not understanding anything at the moment. Just then however the room door burst open and in walked Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself.

"Your finally away, thank goodness Harry." He said as he moved closer towards Harry's bed but stopped just a few feet short thinking better of it. Fudge, a portly little an in a long, pinstriped cloak, looked exhausted.

"I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic." Harry already knew this, of course; he had seen Fudge once before, but as he had been wearing his father's Invisibility Cloak at the time, Fudge wasn't to know that.

"Minister have Mr. Potter's family been notified." Healer Hippocrates asked as he looked to the door expecting more people to arrive.

"Yes, yes Harry's aunt and uncle have been told but they w-well that is to say they." Fudge looked to Harry not sure of what to say.

"It's alright I don't expect the Dursleys care If I'm in a hospital." Harry say knowing after what he did he expected the Dursleys where disappointed he was still alive.

"Well, Harry," said Fudge, pouring out tea, "you've had us all in a right flap, I don't mind telling you. Running away from your aunt and uncle's house like that! I'd started to think . . . but" Fudge started to nervously play with his bowler hat.

"Perhaps Minister I should take over form here." Healer Hippocrates cut in. "Mr. Potter there never is an easy way to go about this sort of thing. however, being blunt is the best way last night you were bitten by a Werewolf. A mixture of powdered silver and dittany applied to your bite to seal the wound the worst has passed."

"the worst has passed." Fudge cut in looking outraged "Harry Potter the boy who lived is a Werewolf do you have any idea what impact this will have on the wizarding community."

"Werewolf, I'm a werewolf." Harry asked shocked at what he had just heard. He had known about werewolf before but didn't really give It much thought, suddenly everything that had been happening didn't really seem to matter as much anymore. What was he going to do now it was bad enough he broke the law by blowing up aunt Marge but now he was a Werewolf too?

"Minister, please what's best now is for Mr. Potter to start learning about the next step not public opinion." At this point Healer Hippocrates stood up to his full height which easily gave him a head over Fudge. "Now Mr. Potter, although lycanthrope is a difficult thing to live with, there have been many advancement's in its treatment with the use of The Wolfsbane Potion you never need worry about losing yourself during your full moon transformations." Harry saw the minister look flustered at being addressed in such a manner, but Harry was more focused on what he was being told.

"W-will it hurt; I mean when I change i-in too." Harry asked as the image of a spectacled messy haired wolf in Hogwarts robes entered his mind.

"Yes, I am afraid so it is not a pleasant thing you will also experience some ill health a few days preceding and after your transformation as well." As Harry listen it looked at though Fudge was about to start up again but at that moment the room door opened once more.

"Professors?" Harry asked out loud not understand why professor Dumbledore and his head of house professor McGonagall where in his room.

"Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this?" Fudge asked he too not understanding why they were here.

"Good after noon Cornelius." Dumbledore said as he walked up to the minister of magic. "I came as soon I received for form St. Mungo's that one of my student's has been diagnosed with lycanthrope. Professor McGonagall and I are here to work out the arrangements so that Mr. Potter my continue his education at Hogwarts unencumbered due to his illness." Dumbledore said as he looked down at the Minister of Magic from his halfmoon spectacles.

"Y-yes, well. . . well then I have other matters to attend too so. . .good luck Harry." Fudge said as he quickly left the room with out another word.

"How are you felling Potter." Professor McGonagall asked as she moved closer towards Harry's bed. He noted she look at though she wanted to say something but thought better of it.

"I'm alright Professor." Harry said as he sat up a bit more on his bed, however he let out a small gasp of pain when he placed too much pressure on his injured shoulder.

"Try not to strain yourself Potter." Professor McGonagall said as she moved to try and help him up.

"Headmaster, I'm glad you were able to make it on such short notice, I've already gone over some of the things Mr. Potter will be dealing with now. However, were how he will go about dealing with his transformations during his school time I leave to you." Healer Hippocrates said as he stood form his chair and left the room.

"professor Dumbledore will I still be able to attend Hogwarts." Harry asked thinking if a werewolf would be allowed to attend classed with normal students.

"Harry you are not the first werewolf student Hogwarts has had." Dumbledore said as he smiled down kindly at him. "Now your aunt and uncle have at this moment refused to allow you to return to their home so once you have been released from St. Mungo's till the first of September."

"But what about the next full moon?" Harry asked wonder what he was going do once he had to transform.

"The these few weeks leading to the full moon will help you to adjust to your transformations, upon such time you will be provided with The Wolfsbane Potion." Professor McGonagall told him as she placed a comforting hand on his arm. Not long after the professors left a nurse walked into the room to check on him. this was when Harry noticed that she looked a bit jumpy. When he tried to make some kind of small talk, but she wouldn't even so much as look at him which was something new to Harry.

This quickly became the norm as Harry came to realize that everyone stayed as far away from him as possible not only that when people did have to talk to him, they would say as little as possible with a great amount of fear in their voices. After his first talk with Healer Hippocrates Harry was visited a few more times by the man all of which consisted the best ways of dealing with his lycanthropy as well as the reassurance of him still being able to live a normal life. This only lead Harry to believe things where not going to be easy at all.

"Is this what it will be like from now on." Harry thought to himself one afternoon as he lay in bed. it had been a week now that he had been staying at St Mungo'. He was alone in his room, there were other beds but with the full one a week away it had been decided it was best for him to be alone. it was a strange felling having people instantly hate and fear you the moment they saw you. He had thought of writing to Ron and Hermione, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it out of fear that they two would react the same way as other did.

That wasn't the only thing on his mind however as his injury healed and the start of term drew ever nearer, he quickly found out just how his body naturally reacted. At first when his meals were brought to him, he was discussed at that state of the meat on his plate. Barely cooked the second he pocked it with a knife he saw a large amount of blood leak out of the large slab of meat. What happened next was even more shocking as he found is suddenly incredibly irresistible and before he knows it, he had devoured the whole thing blood and all. Just then his room door opened and in walked Healer Hippocrates.

"How are we feeling today Mr. Potter." He asked as walked over to his bed, placing the goblet he was carrying on the nightstand next to Harry's bed and started to look over his shoulder wound. "Well this seems to have healed nicely." Said injury had indeed healed leaving a rather large and jagged looking scar from the top of his left shoulder to down to the top of his collarbone.

"I've been starting to like my meats cooked on the very rare side." Harry said

"A very natural occurrence that is to be expected." Healer Hippocrates told him "Now I have some very good news with this being the last week of the month your time here at St Mungo's will finally be finished." And so after his daily check up from the healer Harry was once again left alone in the room. Looking round the room once more Harry spotted the book Professor McGonagall had brought him. "Living with Lycanthropy a modern guide" it was a black leather book it's title in silver letters. It wasn't the most exciting thing he had ever read, but it did give him a lot if insight of how things were going to be from now on.

With nothing else to fill his time Harry picked up the book and started to read where he had left off from yesterday.

"A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope, is a human being who, upon the complete rising of the full moon, becomes a fearsome and deadly were-wolf. This condition is caused by infection with lycanthropy, also known as werewolfry. Werewolves appear in the form of a wolf but, there are distinctions between them and regular wolves."

"A werewolf cannot choose whether or not to transform and will no longer remember who they are and would kill even their best friend given the opportunity once transformed. Despite this, they are able to recall everything they have experienced throughout their transformation upon reverting to their human form."

That was the part that scared him the most of everything what if something went wrong. He couldn't imagine doing something to Ron or Hermione. which was another thing the book had brought to his attention the stigma connected with werewolf's meant almost every witch and wizard had been brought up thinking only the worse of people like him.

Deciding that maybe reading the book was not the best thing for the time being Harry put it back on his nightstand. This ended up being how he would spend the next few days till finally he was awaked to the first of September.

Quickly getting out of bed and dressing himself in some muggle clothes Professor McGonagall had brought him a few days ago. Since the clothes he was wearing on the night he came to St. Mungo's where tattered and covered in his blood. Not long after there came a knock at his room door and in walked in Healer Hippocrates and Professor McGonagall.

"Good morning Mr. Potter I hope you are ready to get a move on." said Professor McGonagall

"Yes, but Professor isn't a bit early to go catch the train." Harry asked as he looked at the clock in his room.

"I will be taking you to the leaky caldron where Arthur and Molly Weasley have agreed to take you the rest of the way." Professor McGonagall told him as he signed off on some papers Healer Hippocrates had given her.

"Well this is it then Mr. Potter we have done all we can I wish you the best of luck." Healer Hippocrates said as he reached out a and to Harry.

"Right thank you for everything." Harry said earnestly as he took the offered hand and shock it. exiting the room Harry followed Professor McGonagall through a corridor and passed a door that bore the words "Dangerous" DAI LLEWELLYN WARD: SERIOUS BITES. Moving through the door left the "Creature-Induced Injuries" corridor and headed down a flight of stairs. They followed through the double doors and along the narrow corridor, which was lined with more portraits of famous Healers and lit by crystal bubbles full of candles that floated up on the ceiling, looking like giant soapsuds. More witches and wizards in lime-green robes walked in and out of the doors they passed; a foul-smelling yellow gas wafted into the passageway as they passed one door, and every now and then they heard distant wailing.

Moving pass all this Harry followed Professor McGonagall till they arrived in what seemed to be a crowded reception area where rows of witches and wizards sat upon rickety wooden chairs, some looking perfectly normal and perusing out-of-date copies of Witch Weekly, others sporting gruesome disfigurements such as elephant trunks or extra hands sticking out of their chests. The room was scarcely less quiet than the street outside, for many of the patients were making very peculiar noises. A sweaty-faced witch in the center of the front row, who was fanning herself vigorously with a copy of the Daily Prophet, kept letting off a high-pitched whistle as steam came pouring out of her mouth,

Harry could see a grubby-looking warlock in the corner clanged like a bell every time he moved, and with each clang his head vibrated horribly, so that he had to seize himself by the ears and hold it steady Witches and wizards in lime-green robes were walking up and down the rows, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridge's. Harry noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests: a wand and bone, crossed.

Moving passed everyone they left the and stepped though another doorway only this time Harry had to stop and do a dubble take. They had arrived outside a large, old-fashioned, red brick department store called Purge and Dowse Ltd. The place had a shabby, miserable air; the window displays consisted of a few chipped dummies with their wigs askew, standing at random and modeling fashions at least ten years out of date. Large signs on all the dusty doors read closed for refurbishment.

Harry distinctly heard a large woman laden with plastic shopping bags say to her friend as they passed, "It's never open, that place. . . ."

"Come along Mr. Potter we will be using apparition to arrive at the Leaky Caldron." Professor McGonagall said as she held out her arm for Harry to take. Once the street was cleared enough the vanished with a loud crake. A moment later they arrived at Diagon Alley just outside the back entrance of the Leaky Caldron. However before them moved any further Harry was stopped.

"I moment Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall said as she looked down at Harry with great concern. "Now them Mr. Potter arrangements have been made with the school board of governors, however the news of your attack and condition have been made public knowledge. . . Harry. . . just remember you have friends ready to accept you for who you really are." Professor McGonagall told him kindly. Harry didn't know what to say but he nodded his head in understand non the less. His time in the hospital had already shown him how people would be towards him.