Well hello everyone! If you've read any of my work before you know me as that Weasley Bashing author who gives humor and realism to fics, sometimes where they don't belong! HP and the F-T is on the fritz until I can figure out ways to avoid using plot devices to move the story forward…because I do hate "Oh my god we're stuck! WAIT! Plot-device A was found and now we can go in a specific direction!"

To say this now, because I know many of you will ask, there will be pairings, and romance. I won't say who, but right now at least two candidates for Harry's love are eligible, and right now I'm simply unsure who it will be. Your opinions will be welcome, and you'll see various females (Because sorry, this isn't going to be slash) being considered by our Hero and many secondary characters to make sure you can't just blatantly know who I'm choosing.

Summary! Harry is running for his life during the battle at the Ministry, wondering just what the hell he was thinking. He is split from the group and finds himself shoved into a responsibility even he couldn't have fathomed. Dark plots, mystery, conflict! In the search for who he must now be, our wand-challenged friend must find out just how "The power he knows not" can be applied and…controlled?

Third person POV, thoughts are in italic, emphasis in bold. And thought meandering is just…text.

Disclaimer! I do NOT own Harry Potter, or the Universe he lives in. But I have been allowed to tinker around, so I will.

Harry Potter, and the mystery of the Magic Introvert: Chapter 1: Department of Mysteries, has…Mysteries?

Spells were flying in every direction, what everyone might think was a flurry of misaimed spells Luna could trace to each caster, seeing the pattern that the Death Eaters were trying to use. It was becoming clear to her that they wanted the teenagers to be intimidated into failing, to be so confused that they simply couldn't duel properly. But for Luna this was more of a pipedream, seeing patterns was her specialty and watching the blasting hexes and various dark curses veering in each direction gave her the ability to nearly effortlessly dodge and parry the spells. If anyone had bothered to look at "Looney" Lovegood they would have their jaws drop at the near dancing quality of her movement, Luna would fire off a stunner towards the nearest Death Eater and continue looking for opportunities to help her friends. It sometimes bewildered her at the thought of that term…friends, the last four years at Hogwarts had been terribly unpleasant and disappointing to her. Finding that Ravenclaws were nothing but children with above average intelligence and a penchant for a superiority complex it was easy to find herself ostracized.

Her fourth year had been both the best, and sometimes the worst year so far, Umbridge made nearly everything about the school an uphill battle and the Headmaster seemingly watched from the background. She knew he was waiting for something and something big. That's when the DA started, Harry Potter had seemed hesitant, even against the formation of the group but Hermione Granger pushed him further into the spotlight and they created a group that Luna was confident would severely brighten the OWL futures of many students. Even her own score probably received a considerable increase from the practical exam…and that lovely Hare that Harry had helped her create.

She looked around to gather her bearings again; memories of the entire year weren't worth dwelling on during a full-scale battle, if one could call teenagers versus murderers a battle. Luna knew full well that the training she and the others had received were perhaps the only reason anyone was still standing, however even with that it was clear that the Death Eaters weren't here to kill, it was a rescue mission of sorts. Something about a prophesy that spoke about Voldemort and Harry, but it seemed that no-one knew the contents of the message.

The duels were going at sedate paces, Luna was becoming sure that they were just wasting time for something, it seemed that Harry had disappeared a few minutes ago and Luna thought she saw the one they called "Rookwood" chase after him with one of the LeStrange brothers. Neville was holding his own, even furiously casting stunners at a rapid pace that she hadn't assumed he could accomplish, Hermione was silencing her enemies and crippling their casting but Luna hoped she wouldn't learn the hard way that many Wizards and Witches could cast silently.

Ginny seemed to be casting various hexes, but nothing that would actually debilitate anyone, and even Luna had to admit that throwing stunners was hardly helping very much, but while she expected to be in trouble after this fiasco, a trip to Azkaban for anything even remotely lethal was not what she wanted out of tonight. She hoped that the Ministry would eventually figure out that something less than normal was happening down here but this was the home of the Unspeakables, normal would hardly be something to consider. Her father…daddy had told her of the gruesome experiments that they did down here, and even thinking of the torturing of many rare magical creatures was enough to make her sick.

Luna could no longer see Ronald, he had run off with two Death Eaters on his tail into a room, and no one seemed to be coming out…it would be disastrous if anyone died tonight, Harry would never forgive himself. She knew that Harry had been rash in trying to rescue Sirius Black when clearly he was not here, but she, more than anyone here perhaps understood what it meant to protect the one family member you have left. She had heard stories of Harry's relatives, and nothing ever sounded good, unless you heard anything from Slytherin, but bias was something they were fluent in. Harry had said he needed to save his Godfather, and Sirius was the one they came to save, so Luna could only put the pieces together and cry later for the family Harry could have had and the life they weren't allowed to live.

Her prayers were being answered, Luna nearly stopped and got hit by a curse when her eyes widened at the sight of adults that weren't wearing black cloaks. Although the celebration was rather short-lived when Luna could spot none of them wearing Auror robes, was this the "Order" that her father had spoken of? Even that thought brought no joy when she saw them throwing stunners…this was supposed to be the start of a War! Anger boiled in her blood and she stopped caring, her face staying calm and serene and yet anyone who might look at her eyes might truly be frightened. She could claim it was an accident, and the worst she would get is a slap on the wrist for unintentional manslaughter, she was a pureblood and "Looney" and she would use both to her full advantage.

While most of the casters saw red, except for the Death Eaters who soon started throwing killing curses at the Order members, no one noticed the lithe blonde throwing deadly accurate banishing hexes, throwing the second LeStrange brother against the walls and pushing Crabbe Sr. into the Time-turners to experience a rather curious aging phenomenon. Luna was rather irritated that she could not spot Dumbledore in the mix yet, his "Order" was here and the star had not arrived, though perhaps he was looking for Harry…where had that boy gone?

Her attention split for just the wrong second, she clenched her jaw and tears fell as a high-intensity bludgeoning curse hit her left knee, surely breaking it. Falling to the ground, she flattered herself again the stone floor and hoped that no one would spot her, the curse had been fairly random, having passed by its intended target and eluded Luna's sight. Episkey was the only healing spell she knew…and that certainly wasn't going to help the nearly mutilated leg she had, trying her hardest not to scream in agony she cast the strongest numbing spell she knew and while it was excruciating, she knew she would at least stay awake now.

The duels were getting rather heated and it was becoming clear that the children were simply being ignored in lieu of the adults. Luna was actually quite relieved, because if anyone was hit by the curses that the Death Eaters were now sending, very bad things would happen. Only one Death Eater was still dueling with a teenager, but he was fending off another two adults as well, he seemed to be manic and determined to injure Hermione and while she had gotten off a silencer, he grinned and swiped his wand in an arc sending a purple curse her way. Luna's eyes widened when the curse struck, knowing that nothing good could possibly come of it. Hermione screamed in pain and the sound was followed by a door slamming open from the other side of the room.

Curiosity seemed to override the fear she knew she should be feeling, the bursting door had been torn apart by a very intimidating werewolf. Hadn't Professor Lupin been a werewolf? But it wasn't the full moon, or anywhere near that time, and the Professor in question seemed to be dueling with a Death Eater not more than twenty feet away. Even more confusing was that this werewolf was a good deal more fearsome than the normally diseased looking creatures she had studied last year. It growled menacingly and charged into the Death Eaters at a speed that even challenged Luna to follow with her eyes, not even bothering to be bi-pedal the beast slammed into the Death Eater that had cursed Hermione and tore into him with claws that forced Luna to look away. Gasps were heard and duels stopped abruptly, the Death Eaters still fighting and even injuring some of the Order members as they tried to decide who the larger threat was.

Luna had made her way slowly to the wall, her eyes nearly never leaving the dark brown wolf that seemed to still be on the same Death Eater, until it looked up and spotted another. Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and cast the killing curse at the wolf, and Luna was ready to mourn the loss of another potentially rare creature, until the curse struck the large wolf and seemed to have very little effect. The wolf seemed dazed for a few moments before baring its teeth and running towards Lucius.

Oh Merlin, if it can't be killed with the Killing curse, what's going to stop it after it's finished off whatever pisses it off the most?

Lucius reached into his robes and disappeared, confusing the beast, while most everyone seemed to wait to see who it decided to go for next. Stunners were half-heartedly cast at the beast but they seemed to slow it down, and then have no other effect. It might as well have had dragon hide for all the worth spells seemed to have. Luna quickly tried to remember the conjuration spells she had taught herself and wondered if conjuring a few obnoxiously large kitchen knives and banishing them at it would do anything.

More Killing curses were cast but they seemed to be too slow as the wolf weaved by them in order to capture another Death Eater, the Order members were attempting to guard the teenagers, sans Luna apparently who hadn't be found. The battle was slowly switching rooms, the Death Eaters attempting to evade the wolf and gathering towards the "Death Chamber" where laughing could be heard. Who could be laughing at a time like this?

Luna wondered if she should stay there, but if everyone left, there would be nothing distracting a Death Eater from spotting a crippled blonde girl, so with willpower that would have made any Hufflepuff proud she crawled against the wall towards where everyone else was going. She sent another banisher at the Death Eater that was straggling behind and threw him into several very hard looking tables. Satisfied when he did not get back up she made it to the door, making sure to not get hit by incoming spells she looked inside to see Sirius Black dueling with Bellatrix, watching the wolf nearly devour another Death Eater.

"See Bella! Even the Wolves seem to hate you all! You should have never agreed to that marriage contract!" Black yelled, lazily dodging stunners that Bellatrix sent with a large grin on his face, Luna was wondering if Bellatrix actually wanted him injured or not, she seemed to be playing around just as much as he was and the grin was nearly matching her cousin's.

"Do not joke about wolves Siri! I wasn't blind; I knew full well what you and your friends were up to! Your form suited your mangy mutt attitude! I just know you would have made mutts with a mudblood if you had the chance!" Bellatrix quipped, sending a very powerful stunner, and Luna gasped when it stroke home to a surprised looking Black. Luna had been watching spells and the other duels at the same time and hadn't noticed just where they were dueling, and looked away when she saw him fall through the veil, knowing that anything that foreboding in the "Death Chamber" could not mean anything good.

When she looked back, the Order members were nearly distraught and the werewolf that had been tearing through a few Death Eaters stopped as its eyes trained on the veil, the howl that it uttered at that moment was enough to make Luna cover her ears. Oh no, they made it angry…but why would Black dying do that? Unless…

The pieces were flying and smashing into each other in her mind like atoms, Harry having been missing so long, the wolf nearly massacring the Death Eater that struck Hermione, it's resolve to only attack Death Eaters and finally this, the heart-wrenching howl when Sirius Black died…she had to be sure, absolutely sure…looking into the eyes of the enraged wolf she saw the most piercing emerald green she had seen since less than an hour ago…the werewolf in front of her was none other than Harry Potter…

Bellatrix looked heartbroken herself, but paled considerably when the wolf…Harry charged for her, there was no point in saying that it might have been an accident, nothing would or possibly could stop the transformed beast from going for Bellatrix. Bellatrix screamed for a retreat and reached into her robes before disappearing, the other Death Eaters similarly reached for their robes and within seconds the Death Chamber was empty of anyone other than the Order, the teenagers and the few Death Eaters that had either been stunned or Luna had…disposed of.

Luna saw Harry curl into a ball, the beast sobbing and howling every now and then, everyone seemed to be too scared to do anything, and the Order members looked to be making sure everything was settled before escaping. Hermione still lay on the ground, and one of the Order whisked her away for what Luna assumed to be medical care, while Neville seemed to be in shock. Luna scowled before making her way slowly into the room, and ignoring the pain long enough to make her way over to the boy she had gotten to know this year.

Everyone else in the room tensed as they watched the limping blonde come towards the werewolf, torn between ordering her to stay back and fearing that any noise would anger it they watched as she pet the fur on its sides gently, whispering into its ears. It perked up and sobbed lightly, and surprised everyone by clinging to the young blonde tightly.

Alastor Moody hobbled his way towards the two and roughly said "Lovegood, get away from that thing now, it may have saved our asses but it's still a…something and the Ministry has been fooling around with too many things in here to trust it."

Luna glared at the older man, about to retort when Harry said softly in the deepest voice she had ever heard, "Moody…"

Alastor immediately paled and spit in the face of death to reach out to the wolf, "Do I know you? What have they done to you?"

Luna was still petting the fur on his sides softly, cooing every now and then, unable to imagine right now just how much pain he might be in. "Professor…its Harry."

Stunned into silence, Moody looked back at the rest of the Order and barked "Well, get a damn move on! Take them back to HQ and I'll see what I can do about this."

While hesitant to leave, they all started leaving with Neville, a battered Ginny and a dazed Ronald. Luna wasn't sure why they hadn't separated the two of them yet, but perhaps it had something to do with how he was still clinging to her.

"Are you sure about this Ms. Lovegood? Bringing this…Harry back to HQ could be very dangerous." Moody had never sounded so soft, he looked pained for some reason.

"Look into his eyes, and think about the events that have taken place, Harry disappeared, and then this wolf came in and lunged at not the nearest Death Eater but the one that had attacked Hermione. Then it howled in rage as Sirius Black fell through the veil, I think it's a safe assumption." How am I even arguing this? Adrenaline should be wearing off by now…I should be sleeping.

"Alright, good enough for me. We'll settle this back at HQ and make sure there's a good place to keep him until we know he's safe. That good for enough you Potter?"

The wolf looked up, and Alastor soon found out just how compelling proof the eyes could have been, "Yes…" the voice sounded so broken for something so powerful.

Alastor brought out his own portkey and held it out for Luna and…Harry. The wolf hesitated and inched out a lone claw and all three of them disappeared, leaving the Death Chamber…deathly quiet.

His senses still on fire from the transformation, his bones feeling like lead, he ran as fast as his legs could take him down the winding hallway in the Department of Mysteries. There was no time to consider the past, no time to consider just how he had come to be like this and how he had mercilessly slaughtered two Death Eaters that had found him. Rookwood and one of the LeStrange brothers would never be found because of him, because nothing you would find back there could ever resemble anything human. So much time had passed for him, making him panic that he wouldn't get there in time, that everyone would be hurt, or worse. He would never forgive himself if this rescue attempt turned deadly and sadly for him it was clear there would be long lasting consequences for this decision.

His ears could now pick up the dueling that had to still be far away, his nose able to detect the hints of sweat and blood, of adrenaline and even pheromones. He could…smell his friends, and it made him run faster than he could have ever imagined possible. A door seemed to come up as the hallway ended, but he wouldn't let that stop him, no longer could simple things like doors stop him from saving his friends. He could smell the Death Eaters, the grime and putrid smell of what might have been Voldemort's lair still clung to the robes. The door was no match for his strength now, even with the transformation being so fresh he burst through it like it hadn't even been there. Searching the room for what he wanted, he growled at the Death Eaters, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of Hermione dropping from a curse thrown by Dolohov. That bastard! He will…pay!

All mercy lost, all thought gone, in its place was a rage and fury he had only ever experienced in third year, the time he had blown up his aunt…so to speak. Dolohov would not leave this place alive, and Harry Potter was going to make sure he killed the man with his bare hands. Charging through the groups and ignoring the horrified stares he was getting…he knew what he was now and expected to be loathed for it but he continued charging into Dolohov and tore him limb from limb with his claws. His teeth sinking into his neck and ripping everything and anything he could find. He thought he should be disgusted with what he was doing…but it felt so right, so natural.

The smell of blood and flesh saturated his nose and while the smell of this particular Death Eater was horrible, it still screamed prey to his senses. Once he was satisfied that Dolohov would never be recognized, he looked up to find Lucius Malfoy walking towards him, the sheer bravery of this act would have made Harry assume he had really been a Gryffindor if not for prior knowledge. He had not seen what he was now, but he could feel it, and it was something that should have left this coward quaking in fear.

Harry was surprised and yet not that a killing curse hurtled towards him, but there was no time to move, it had been done at close range and for a moment he wondered if his newly cursed life might end already. But the hope and fear was dashed quickly as he absorbed the curse and felt his heart skip a beat or two, before normalizing. Being completely confused is what stopped him from ripping into Lucius immediately, but soon the dazed feeling left him and he leaped towards Malfoy Sr.

The man he had despised for so long reached into his robes quickly and disappeared. Damn portkeys to hell, there should be wards to prevent that here.

There had to be someone else to target…there would always be someone else to target. Order members were off that list…but something in him made him consider a few of them. He shook the feelings away and quickly wondered just where Dumbledore was. The Order was clearly here, and his friends seemed to be there except for Ron, so where was the Supreme Mugwump himself? Charging towards another Death Eater he tried to take stock of everyone around him, Ginny was battered and being protected by Kingley and Tonks. Hermione still lay on the ground, but he couldn't think about that for more than a split second before the rage settled again, Remus and Hestia were dueling unknown Death Eaters and beyond everyone else in the room Luna sat precariously against the wall, observing them all with a much more lucid face than he had ever witnessed her showing. She seemed to be throwing banishers, not stunners and whenever he could catch just what she was aiming at he noted that her accuracy was rather good.

Neville was dueling with the other LeStrange brother and it was pretty clear that there was bad blood, Neville was sending stunners at a pace he hadn't even shown he could accomplish during the DA lessons and Harry couldn't help but feel pride swell up in his heart at the thought of one of his friends finding his place, even in such a dark situation.

Harry couldn't even bother to note who he was killing anymore, he feared what might happen when the emotional numbing went away but for now he took pleasure in knowing none of the Death Eaters he took down would ever get back up. The taste of flesh was decidedly unappealing and he simply took his time ripping his foes with his hands or throwing them like ragdolls against the walls. There seemed to be a great many of them actually, more than there were Order members and he wondered idly if they would have survived had he not shown up.

He noticed that people were heading towards the Death Chamber, and his ears picked up laughter. He knew that laughter, and he found himself irritated that Sirius could waste precious time laughing when danger was around him like this. How dare he show up and risk getting himself hurt when the entire point of this trip was to make sure that did not happen? With what Harry could only assume was his version of a sigh, he left the mangled body of a nameless Death Eater alone and hurried towards the other room, not the last to leave it seemed as he heard someone be thrown against the wall. He could smell Luna in the other room still and dearly hoped she hadn't been the one hurt…and he couldn't afford to check now.

Having only just entered the room, his eyes zeroed in on his Godfather, with a grin plastered on his unruly face and Bellatrix dueling him upon the veil's plateau. He watched in horror as Sirius was hit by a spell and was thrown through the veil, not coming out the other side. He wasn't aware that he was screaming now, or that tears were rolling down his face, he hadn't even been prepared for the ability to feel this much emotional pain while transformed but it was burning in his mind with an intensity that he wished he could not achieve. Pain enveloped him, and soon rage followed as he chased after Bellatrix, seeing only red in his sight and wanting her blood splattered throughout the entire Ministry building! Her face paled and she disappeared with a quick reach into her robe and with that, the entirety of the Death Eaters there left. There was nothing to do, no one to kill, he could only howl and cry. And that's what he did.

He didn't know how long he had been on the ground, sobbing for the family he no longer could have…he would have to go back to the Dursleys…if anyone would ever let him leave the building. He had hoped someone would recognize him, he didn't know if he'd ever be able to become human again but he just knew that Sirius would have known it was him…but now he was gone…everything was over.

He felt hands on him and stiffened, smelling the source and finding Luna wrapping her arms around him and softly whispering "Hush Harry, it'll be alright…I know it hurts." She knew? No one else seemed to…and yet she did. He knew he had been getting close to Luna, the DA would sometimes be over and it would simply be him and her left to practice some more while Hermione and Ron left for prefect duties. He would escort her back to Ravenclaw Tower, talking the entire way. Never would he have imagined that he would draw so much comfort from her touch, from her voice…he clung to her like a life-boat and tried to release all of the pain and fear that was gripping him. Even like this he knew he must look terribly scary, a giant humanoid wolf in any shape or form might be something to behold…let alone one that seemed to be breaking down.

"Lovegood, get away from that thing now, it may have saved our asses but it's still a…something and the Ministry has been fooling around with too many things in here to trust it."

Harry knew that Moody had a point, they couldn't trust him, they didn't even know it was him really. He knew he had to make this choice though…it was needed.

"Moody…" he was surprised at the tone of his voice…it was so deep, but even he could feel that it was breaking.

Alastor immediately paled, "Do I know you? What have they done to you?"

Oh, what a long story that is…

Luna was still petting the fur on his sides softly, cooing every now and then, and comforting Harry more than he would ever admit. "Professor…its Harry."

He wondered if they'd actually believe her, or If they would just scoff and call it the ravings of "Looney"…Harry himself was having to reevaluate just how much stock he put into that perception of Luna himself.

Stunned into silence, Moody looked back at the rest of the Order and barked "Well, get a damn move on! Take them back to HQ and I'll see what I can do about this."

Harry was able to watch them take out the rest of his friends. Ron seemed to have suffered from some sort of confusing curse, Ginny looked battered from her duels and Hermione…Hermione looked nearly dead. He held back the choked sobs he knew he'd suffer from if he continued down that train of thought. Neville looked good for what he seemed to have been through, he had no doubt that the next time he looked in the mirror, whatever it was, it wasn't going to be something he liked.

Luna continued to stay by his side during the entire ordeal, making sure to keep him calm, Harry noticed several Order members gawking at the sight, but moving on anyway.

"Are you sure about this Ms. Lovegood? Bringing this…Harry back to HQ could be very dangerous." Moody had never sounded so soft, Harry could have sworn he saw sympathy in his eye.

"Look into his eyes, and think about the events that have taken place, Harry disappeared, and then this wolf came in and lunged at not the nearest Death Eater but the one that had attacked Hermione. Then it howled in rage as Sirius Black fell through the veil, I think it's a safe assumption."

Harry would have smiled had he still been human; the logic was good and it made him feel warm inside that she had been keeping track of him during the entire battle. He still wasn't willing to think about just how injured she was, considering how limp her left leg was…hopefully she would get some attention at some point.

"Alright, good enough for me. We'll settle this back at HQ and make sure there's a good place to keep him until we know he's safe. That good enough for you Potter?"

Was it good enough? The entire night had been a disaster…his friends were hurt, the Order would likely swarm on him the moment they knew…and Sirius had…left. And on top of it all, this…gift…curse…ability was given to him by a total stranger out of desperation and Harry had taken it willingly, knowing that this very well could have been the only thing that saved many lives tonight.

"Yes…" the word felt hollow, as if he had just checked out of his own body…he certainly felt that way right now, like this really wasn't his body. Moody held out what Harry assumed to be a portkey, and when his hand…claws touched the object, they disappeared in a swirl of colors and sensations…the last thought that went through Harry's mind would haunt him for a long time coming.

Things could not get much worse.

There it is people, chapter 1 of our new story! I'd really like to know what everyone thinks of this, and if anyone really wants it to be continued. Please, do not assume this is Harry/Luna, it may very well be, and if you like those kinds of fics, don't give up! But I assure you, many females will be "sympathetic" of Harry's new…ability. Will his transformation be permanent? And what logically should occur in the body to make Harry able to even transform in the first place! Radical new (Or slightly new) theories on the inner-working of Were! Wizards and various magical creatures incoming!

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