Expelled from Hogwarts for a crime he didn't commit, the last thing Harry Potter expected was for the Wizarding World to come crawling back the moment Voldemort returned from the dead. Unfortunately for the Wizarding World the last thing they expected when they dragged Harry Potter back kicking and screaming, was for him to bring his entire pack of blood-thirsty werewolf buddies with him.

Requirements:

-Harry is expelled from Hogwarts sometime AFTER he starts in First Year, and sometime BEFORE Fourth Year.

-In the time he'd been removed from the Wizarding World, Harry has somehow become a werewolf and has joined a brand new pack.

-Although his wand was snapped when he was expelled, Harry has managed to master a few wandless techniques.

-Harry's breed/pack/or even just Harry are able to control their/his transformation and turn whenever they please.

-Alpha Harry OR if you can't do that then just make him important to the pack. NO SUBMISSIVE HARRY.

-A lot of Anti-Werewolf racism needs to be applied to your story, the Wizarding World is racist in canon, work with it.

-Light/Grey/Dark Harry allowed. But only Good/Neutral Harry, NO Evil Harry.

-While Ron turns on Harry, Hermione accepts him as a werewolf; having missed her best friend too much to care.

-Any pairings welcome.

Guidelines:

-Crossovers.

-When Harry was bitten he formed his own pack.

-Harry bites some people at Hogwarts.

-Harry turns Voldemort into a werewolf.

-Mates.

Forbidden:

-Fenrir Greyback as a main character.

-Harry that lets the Wizards walk all over him.

-Submissive Harry.

-Mpreg. (It's a common theme in creature stories.)

AN: I have permission from TheModernSorcerer to ignore one of his rules. I'm not going to tell you which one as it will spoil the plot, but I will drop a couple of hints! This is going to be my first story published on and I'm not sure how long it will be yet. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR IT'S CHARACTERS! Also, if you haven't read all of the books, there will be spoilers. I will also not be sticking completely to the canon storyline because, well, it's Fan Fiction. I can do whatever I want with it.

Book Suggestion: Harry Crow by Robst. (This was the first book I read on !)

Chapter One: Familiar Faces….

A brilliant red train pulled up to a stop in the Hogsmeade train station, steam billowing out as the engine began to cool. A man with jet black hair that gleamed in the sun stepped off the train, emerald eyes searching back and forth for threats. On the platform a woman with grey hair pulled back into a bun and bottle green robes stood silently waiting for him. As he slowly approached she let a soft smile cross her lips.

"Mr. Potter." The two stared at each other, the smile on the old woman's face slowly disappearing as the silence stretched on.

"Hmmm...Professor." The man stared at her for a couple of seconds before continuing to move around the platform, his eyes never stopping their sweeping motion. Finally the old woman sighed and spoke.

"Your room has been set up in the Room of Requirement. I hope you don't mind but we ran out of space in the castle and one of our newest Professors will be bunking with you. She's very familiar with werewolves and is actually the one who makes them."

"Hmm." A sigh was heard.

"If you will follow me please Mr. Potter, so that we can get you accommodated." There was silence for a couple minutes as the man finished up his search for threats.

"Alright guys, it's safe to come out now." Cheers sounded as a group of six rushed off the train. They quickly arranged themselves around the black haired man, each one talking excitedly.

"Dad when do we get to see Honeydukes?" A boy with blonde hair and green eyes jumped up and clambered onto the man's back. A girl with long, curly brown hair and blue eyes was turned away from the entire group, her hands clasped together as she thought aloud.

"Oh I bet they have the biggest book collection here!" Two girls were arguing over whether or not they would get to see any fairies, both of them with short black hair and dark brown eyes.

"Jamie can you give me a piggyback ride?" A boy with soft red hair and bright blue eyes looked up at a boy with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Sure Nathaniel."

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"Damn Severus can't look for his own potions ingredients. Stupid, greasy, git." A woman was sitting on her knees, hands deep in a bush as she continued her search. She was picking Knotgrass from scratch and due to the fact that the first, second, and third years would use it in potions the upcoming week she would need a lot of it. With a grunt, she tugged two handfuls of the stuff up and placed it in the basket next to her. She kept up her muttering as she continued to work. Her dark brown hair had lightened form working in sun and was cut short, with small curls popping up at the nape of her neck. Her eyes flashed a bright green when the sun struck them and on her nose were a pair of thin black spectacles.

It was hours later when she was heading back through the hallways of the school when she heard a faint cry. She stopped, head tilted to the side as she waited for the sound to be heard again. When she heard the noise, she quickly dropped the basket of herbs and took off. Sprinting down the hallways, she quickly cast a spell on herself before going five times faster. She turned the corner and slid to a stop. What she saw made her see red.

On the ground, a little boy with bright red hair and blue eyes was sobbing, curled up in a fetal position as a group of Slytherin's sneered over him. His shirt was torn and his arm was bleeding as he covered his face from their kicks.

"Markus, Archard, Challen." The boys froze before stepping back and turning to face the woman.

"Professor Granger." All three boys had identical sneers on their faces. Challen stepped forward. "We were simply taking care of a beast in our territory, much like they would react themselves, no?" The woman's eyes hardened before she stepped forward.

"You will go to Professor Snape's office and there you will wait until I come to...talk to you." All three boys paled before scurrying off. Professor Granger knelt down next to the boy and helped him sit up. His eyes were puffy and red, tears streaming down his cheek as it began to swell. He looked up at her with fear, a white scar running across his left cheek.

"Hmm, that looks bad. Do you mind if I fix it?" Her voice softened from the harsh tone she had used with the group of boys that had attacked him. "I used to have a couple of friends who would go and get themselves injured all the time and I became very handy with dealing with injuries." The boy gave a tiny nod, holding his arm out shakily. The Professor took his arm softly, murmuring quietly under her breath as she waved her wand back and forth over his arm. Within moments the wound was clean and gone.

"There. That's better. Oh, where are my manners. I'm Hermione." She smiled and held out her hand. The boy glanced at it before shaking her hand in return.

"Nathaniel, I'm a werewolf." He said it quickly before yanking his hand back and lowering his head.

"Really?" Hermione watched the boy with careful eyes. "That's pretty cool. I had a really great friend once who was a werewolf, two of them actually. Then they had to go away and I never saw them again." Nathaniel looked up with wide eyes, the blue sparkling with hope.

"Can, can I stay with you? I got lost trying to find the loo and my dad would be upset if I got hurt any more." She grinned.

"Of course! Why don't we head for the Great Hall? It's almost time for diner and I'm sure your dad will be there looking for you." The two began to walk down the hallway. hermione reached out and took his hand, leading him slowly as he looked at the paintings in awe.

"That one is one of my favourites." Nathaniel pointed at a picture of a man with a paintbrush in his hand, a picture of Green Welsh Dragon beginning to form on the canvas. "I love art and I've seen a couple of paintings already where there were people drawing or painting like that man." He began to jump as he walked, this time leading her forward as she laughed.

"Nathaniel slow down! I'm not young like you are." The boy giggled and Hermione reached out and tickled him. He squealed and the two began to play a game of tag down the hall, Hermione making sure he was only a couple of steps in front of her. They rounded a corner and Nathaniel gasped.

"Dad!" He took off running and leapt into the arms of a man. His hair shone black and she couldn't see his face due to the light shining in from the Great Hall.

"Nathaniel! I thought I told you not to wander off! I was about to send out the search party." The man sent his son down and he immediately began to talk.

"I was just looking at one of the paintings and then I realized that I wasn't with you guys anymore! So I was walking around and I met these boys. They were rude and ignored me for a while and when I asked for their help the looked at me and then began to call me things like 'halfbreed' and 'moonster'! Then Hermione came along and saved me! She used magic to heal me up and she brought me back here!" The man had knelt down and when he heard the name of the woman who had saved Nathaniel he froze, his breath caught in his throat. It had been six years since he had left, it couldn't be the same woman. She would've left by then. He swallowed and stood up, walking towards the woman named Hermione. She looked nothing like the girl he remembered. This woman's hair was short and no longer held the uncontrollable curls. Her eyes were a green, like his, instead of the honey brown he was used to seeing and she had on glasses.

"Thank you for saving my son. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He waited for a reaction to the name, this was normally when people ran away or had a complete 180 transformation. Hermione froze, her eyes wide as she stared into the face of her best friend. It had been seven years since she had last seen him. His black hair, which used to be messy and all over the place, was now neatly cut, the bangs falling into his eyes as the rest of it was cut semi-close to his scalp. His once white skin now had a golden bronze tan to it and he seemed to have grown two feet in height.

"Dad!" Hermione turned to look at the new comer. "We looked all over for Nathaniel but we couldn't find him!" A group of five kids were walking down the hall towards them. The oldest, a boy with blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail, his brown eyes laced with worry as he held the hands of two little girls. Both of them were identical, their short black hair and brown eyes giving them a somewhat asian look. Behind them a girl with long, curly brown hair and blue eyes held the hand of a little boy with blonde hair and green eyes.

"Jamie!" Nathaniel quickly ran over to the group and they surrounded him, each one checking to make sure he wasn't injured before they dragged him into the Great Hall for dinner. Harry watched them go before turning to the woman who had found his missing son. She hadn't reacted at all to his name, in fact, she seemed to be trying to ignore him entirely.

"Professor Granger!" This time it was Harry who froze, his eyes focused on the girl walking down the hall towards them. She had long blue blue hair that fell perfectly straight and purple eyes. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you. You told me earlier that you would help me out with my essay on the effect of Lovage in certain potions." Hermione nodded and the two of them quickly started to walk down another hallway.

"I apologize Mr. Potter but I must help out my students. Enjoy your dinner." And then they were gone.

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So this is just me testing the waters of the Harry Potter Fandom. I don't know if I'll be good at writings it as some of the other people on here are. If you like it then I'll continue the story, as of right now though I only have the plot laid out.