Shedding his Skin.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are owned by J.K Rowling and not little old me!

Warnings: Slash in later chapters as well as Mpreg. If this makes some readers uncomfortable then please don't read.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Severus/Lucius, Fenrir/Remus

Storyline: Shortly after Voldemort is destroyed in the middle of his sixth year, Harry Potter vanishes from the Wizarding World. Five years later, he comes back with a new dark image and a better perspective on those that he thought that cared around him.

Prologue:

"This place hasn't changed a bit." The young man whispered to his companion as he walked along Diagon Alley, keeping his head slightly bowed so the hood of his black cloak stayed in place to hide his features.

"Did you expect it too?" A deep voice with a slight purr to it replied as amber eyes peeked out from under his own hood. "This place will never change Orion, no matter what has happened on the outside."

"Very true." The younger man answered before he ducked into the Leaky Cauldron and went to the bartender. "I would like a private room for the week." He told the man, dropped a small bag of Galleons onto the wooden counter top. The man spluttered, eyes widening at the amount before he grabbed a key and handed it to the man, who bent his head slightly then swept up the stairs, his burly companion following close behind.

Once inside, the two men shed their cloaks, revealing their appeared. The younger man looked to be the age of 21, with short vibrant white hair styled in a faux-hawk with dark green tips. Tanned skin covered defined muscles that were shown from the thin muscle shirt and skinny jeans that he wore. Bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in his surroundings. He raised his eyebrows at his companion which made the ever-famous lightning bolt scar stand out.

"Having fun father?" He drawled, smirking as the older man growled, knowing that he hated being called that, it made him sound a lot older than he was.

"Don't call me that Harry." He replied, stalking over to the boy and pinned him to the wall, silver hair falling into his eyes. "You know I hate being called that term."

Harry scowled. "Fine, just stop calling me Harry, I haven't been that title since I left this place five years ago remember? After you came and practically kidnapped me."

His father grinned, canines and inscissors winking in the dull light of the dingy hotel room. "You were under the thumb of the meddling goat who made everyone believe that I was a murdering animal which isn't true at all… How else was I suppose to get you away from his clutches?"

Harry opened his mouth to say something , however nothing came to mind so he shut his mouth, glaring at the older man in front of him who smirked in triumph. "Oh bugger off." He added, pushing the man away and went over to one of the beds.

A laugh that sounded more like a growl erupted from the older man as he took off his cloak, revealing tanned skin stretched over bulging muscles. Shaggy silver hair that fell into his bright amber eyes was smoothed back by a large hand. It was obvious without Harry calling this man 'father' that they were related. "Oh my stubborn pup, stop your pouting." He purred, ruffling the young man's hair as his face transformed in an instant, from being smug to affectionate in less than a second. "You no longer answer to the name of Harry Potter pup, you are a Greyback now, and we don't pout." He added, flicking at Harry's lower lip until the younger man smiled softly. "Now off to bed with you, we have a lot to do tomorrow."

Harry nodded, suddenly finding himself tired as he took off his clothes until he was completely naked, climbed into bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

A/N: So is anyone wondering what's going on? Muahaha well you're just going to have to wait until I put the first chapter up! Please read and review and be honest please? I love honest reviewers!