I may be blonde, but I'm certainly not rich. All this belongs to JK.
Pairings: H/D/OC
Summary: After the death of his Godfather all Harry wants to do is move on, but as his summer starts he realizes that the changes he is going through are not exactly normal. Can he accept what he is with a megalomanic after his head and a bond he was not expecting.
Chapter 1
Ala These Changes
July 4th
Harry Potter stared with dry eyes at the cracks in his ceiling; it had been sixteen days since Sirius had fallen through the veil, sixteen days since the last person he considered family had died. His nightmares were even worse then the summer before, filled with accusing eyes and screaming voices. The little sleep he got was never restful, and his days were filled with the hard labor that he had begun to associate with the Dursleys. Karma I guess, he decided, at least I have Hedwig, I'd go insane without her.
A sharp rapping on his bedroom door jolted him from his trance. With a small sigh and a wince, he stood, he had been sore for months now, Hermione had equated it to a growth spurt but there had been little change he had seen as of yet. Harry would give anything for a growth spurt, at his current height of 5'5 many of his female classmates were taller then him, let alone the males who seemed to tower over him. With a quick pop in his back Harry opened the door to meet the sneering face of Petunia before he meandered to the kitchen to begin making breakfast.
The simple, mindless tasks calmed him and Harry found himself quickly done. Snagging a plate for himself he went to sit outside. He had been spending more and more of his time outdoors in the past two weeks with an unusual desire for exercise. As Harry lifted the heavy ladder he almost dropped it from the pain that shot through his back, gritting his teeth he lifted it again, back muscles protesting the movement. Perhaps he could use Dudley's weights later on? Harry had heard Hermione speak of how the best way to deal with soreness was to get the muscles moving again.
As his day progressed Harry's mind kept drifting back to Sirius and his face as he fell, he had died laughing and Harry wasn't sure whether that made him hate Sirius or not.
July 9th
A rap once more brought Harry from the brink of sleep and nightmares, and, standing, he reached for yesterday's jeans. As he stood he realized they barely covered his ankles, and while he had plenty of space in the waist they were very uncomfortable.
"Aunt Petunia!" Harry left his room to look for her. "Aunt Petunia?"
"What?" Her eyes were as sharp as her tone and Harry, rather then voice an answer, simply pointed to his too small pants. "Go look through Dudley's old things, I'm sure he has something that will fit you."
Harry expecting the answer, nodded and headed towards the attic that stored all of Dudley's old things that didn't fit in the second bedroom. Clambering up the ladder Harry was hit with a strong scent of old wood and stale clothes that almost knocked him over with it's strength, but as quickly as it came the scent was gone. Finding a few sets of pants that seemed to fit Harry made his way to his room where he realized that while getting taller Dudley's clothes had also gotten progressively wider. He swam even more obscenely in the clothes he was now wearing. Harry paced his room looking for some type of belt before he finally grabbed one of Dudley's and proceeded to dig an extra hole through the tough leather.
July 12th
Harry stood in the steamy bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist he took notice of the changes his body was undergoing. Finally, he thought, a spot of luck. He now stood at what he assumed was 5'7, two inches in three days is a little weird, but at least it's not the opposite.
Harry leaned closer to the mirror; his hair seemed longer as well, much longer in fact. Where before it had only just passed his neck it was now reaching somewhere down near the base of his neck. Ah well, I'll just have to remember get a haircut soon, maybe Mrs. Weasley can do it for me, he thought as he left the bathroom.
Odd though, my teeth and eyes are really sore. And I don't think you can get growth spurts there.
July 14th
Harry woke in the middle of the night; while this was a common occurrence there was one notable difference. Bloody hell I bite my tongue. He reached carefully with his fingers to feel the damage, hissing slightly from the pain Harry probed the wound, his fingers came away slicked with blood. He poked around a little bit he came up with the reason for his bite, taking the place of his canines were four sharp fangs. Harry bolted up from his bed. What the hell?
Harry wondered at his current predicament. Who could he tell? Hermione? He knew her response though; she would insist he speak to Dumbledore, while looking up curses or spells that may have caused it.
Harry while he would appreciate the research didn't want to talk to Dumbledore. Harry was angry after what had happened that year; he couldn't help but think that if the Headmaster had spoken to him earlier Sirius would still be alive. Or if I had stuck with those lessons. Harry thought morosely.
Ron was an option but Harry didn't want to take the risk that he would panic, he'd probably blame the fangs on what had happened at the Ministry, then insist Harry tell Dumbledore. No Ron then.
The only person Harry was truly comfortable with telling was now dead. Feeling depressed again Harry rolled over, his thoughts once more on Sirius's smile as he fell through the veil.
July 15th
Harry once more awoke to a pleasant surprise, while the growth spurt had been nice, and the new teeth very weird, but manageable, he woke to the surprising knowledge that he could see the world perfectly clear. Raising a hand to his face Harry checked if he had left his glasses on by accident.
Nope. Completely bare. Which meant that somehow Harry's eyesight had corrected itself overnight. Harry was quite certain that he could admit having no knowledge of how to handle this. Perhaps it was a wizard thing, Harry knew he was stretching it, but it was too nice a chance to never have to wear his dorky glasses again. Plus, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? It wasn't like he was given a lot in life. Harry was quite pleased to be able to look around without a pair of battered and broken old glasses.
He rubbed at one of the many sore spots on his body and stood, prepared to face the day with a little bounce in his step and a grin. He bumped into his Uncle in the hallway and with a sheepish smile he slipped around him, keeping his head down Harry missed the small leer that had taken over Vernon's face.
July 18th
The next day Harry woke before Petunia's knock, from extreme amounts of pain shooting through his back. He rolled on to his stomach and discovered that the pain seemed to originate from his upper back. He nearly ran to the bathroom in order to avoid a nosy Petunia who would surely have noticed something wrong with the awkward way he was walking. Stripping his shirt he twisted to look in the mirror, pimples. Bloody huge pimples. Mirroring each other he noticed that their placement was exactly the same. If they were here I'd blame Fred and George, but since they're not I guess I have to blame this on natural causes. Harry thought turning with an almost undetectable wince.
Harry moved to leave the bathroom before he turned back with a gasp. He looked at himself in the mirror. That is not me. His face had changed, it had the same general shape but it was almost as though it had matured. His jaw was stronger and the angles more prominent, but his eyes seemed larger with long eyelashes and soft pouty lips. I look bloody gorgeous. Well he wasn't complaining. Even if his new face and height came with pimples, he could handle it. He'd just wear shirts all the time.
July 22nd
They're bigger, Harry sighed mentally, and they don't seem to be going away. Indeed the bumps on his back were bigger, they had surpassed large pimple and had taken on a life of their own. They were an angry red and sore to the slightest touch. As such Harry was spending as much time as he could without his shirt on, which is to say whenever he was alone in his room, no way was he taking his shirt off in front of the Dursleys, Vernon had already been paying way too much attention to him as it was, and Harry didn't want to have to miss a meal due to rampant puberty.
To make matters worse Harry seemed to have developed some type of rash that covered his body. It wasn't poison ivy, he had had that before and this certainly wasn't it, Harry had assumed it was some strain of poison oak. While itchy it was more of an annoyance then anything and Harry with his sore muscles and aching bones was beginning to find many things an annoyance.
His stomach growled and Harry daydreamed about the food he would soon be getting at the Burrow, the Dursley's hadn't been feeding him lately, Dudley's diet had gotten even more intense and Harry was being dragged along with it.
If they don't go down in a week I'll owl Hermione, Harry promised, I'll even talk to Dumbledore if I have to, although I doubt he'll care about pimples and fangs.
July 28th
Great, now even my ears are itchy, before the summer is out I'll just be one giant rash of pustules and hives. Harry let loose a loud yawn that cracked his jaw. I'm tired all the time as well. I hope I'm not seriously sick. I'd hate to have to visit Madam Pomfrey again especially during the summer. Was Madam Pomfrey even at the school during the summer vacation? Harry had to admit that he didn't have a clue, although the question made him slightly curious, where do all the teachers go? He wondered, the quick image of Snape and Dumbledore in bathing suits passed his mind, and with a small shudder, Harry vowed never to find out the answer to that small question
July 31st
A storm raged outside his bedroom window, loud thunder and lightning crashed demanding attention. The rain fell quickly and loudly drowning the houses in noise and beating itself against the window of one Harry Potter.
Harry was personally in no position to notice the storm raging outside his window by himself. He had started shivering and sweating merely an hour ago, and already he was too weak to even lift his head. He moaned slightly, his bones ached. In fact his entire body felt like it was on fire, he moaned again and tried to move. He managed to turn his head over the side of his bed before he retched; his stomach heaved trying to throw up meals that weren't there. Only a small trickle of bile made it passed his lips before he managed to roll back. Sweat was rolling off him in buckets and he couldn't move without an increase in pain. He breathed quickly, trying to calm his heart. Finally when he felt he could take no more, Harry slipped into a blessed sleep.
Outside his window the storm became even stronger, the winds went from howling to rampaging and the lightning from bright to blinding. Above the clouds though, unseen by any at Little Winging, an eclipse passed over the bright moon marking both a birth and a death.
August 4th
"Geeze Freak you reek," A voice cut through the haze of Harry's mind. He groaned weakly. "Where have you been for the past few days anyway? Mum wanted me to make sure you were still alive, don't know why she bothers." The door to Harry's room swung open with a bang. Harry reached up with one hand to rub his eyes. He felt warm, and his blankets were really soft. He really didn't want to wake up. Not today, not ever. Although he had to admit, he was really hungry.
"What are those Freak? Kill a bird or something? We could report you, you know."
Harry opened his eyes in confusion, what the hell was his cousin talking about? Only, there were black feathers blocking his view, where did those come from? Harry sat up quickly and the feathers went with him. That was odd, but Harry had more pressing matters, that being his cousin who was now doing a very plausible imitation of a gaping fish. "What?" Harry asked sharply, all he wanted was to go back to sleep.
His question seemed to break Dudley's stupor and he turned from Harry's room to race down the hallway screaming. Harry sighed, Dudley had to work on his pranks, why would Harry care if there were feathers on his bed?
Standing, he went to pull on a pair of pants, only once more he realized that he had had some type of major growth spurt. He looked down at his exposed ankles in disgust, at least the waist still had plenty of space, but he wasn't sure Dudley even had any taller sizes. He stretched again, all the aches and pains of his body were gone, and he wasn't even itchy! Looks like it was some type of bug, glad it's over though, I would hate to explain that rash to anyone. He wandered to Hedwig's empty perch, how long was I out for? It didn't feel to long.
"What the bloody blazes is wrong with you!"
Harry whipped around to stare at his uncles red face. "Huh?" He asked intelligently.
Vernon stopped and looked stunned, if not a little lustful, for a moment then he continued, there was very little that could stop Harry's Uncle when he was working up towards a full-blown yell, "YOU BLOODY FREAK! FIRST IT WAS DUDLEY WITH A TAIL, AND NOW IT'S YOU?"
Harry could only look at him dumbly, the growth spurt? How was that abnormal? His hair? It was even longer then before Harry looked down at his ragged sleep shirt to realize his black strands reached down to his waist.
"I CAN'T BELIVE YOU WOULD BRING THIS, THIS, THIS FREAKISHNESS INTO MY HOUSE!"
Aunt Petunia had come to stand in the doorway and her face had gone pasty white, a hand went to her mouth and she looked terrified. Monster, she mouthed. Harry was beginning to feel a little frightened, what was wrong with him? Was there something on his face? His hands flew to investigate; there was something hard, hard and, hard and scaly. There was something there; he had some type of disease. What the hell was wrong with him?
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THOSE BLOODY FREAKS WERE THREATENING, YOU ARE NOT SPENDING ANOTHER MOMENT IN THIS ROOM! IF YOU WANT TO SLEEP HERE YOU'RE GOING TO BE BACK TO LIVING IN THE CUPBOARD!"
His face must have shown his fear because Vernon grabbed Harry's arm roughly and practically dragged him down the stairs. Something on his back caught in the hall corners, and before Harry could look to see what it was his Uncle was dragging him down the short hall.
"You fucking monster. I won't STAND FOR THIS!" Bodily, his Uncle Vernon threw Harry into the cupboard where he slid against the far wall. With a small cry of pain Harry heard something snap. The door slammed and Harry huddled against the wall on his small cot.
A few moments passed and after he was sure that his Uncle wasn't coming back Harry gingerly stretched out to investigate what had broken. Reaching behind he felt the feathers that he had awoken to, at first calmly, then more and more urgently Harry groped at them. They were attached to his back. He had wings.
Harry breathed deeply. He was calm now. He had begun hyperventilating at the realization that once more he was far from normal. This was okay though, he could handle it, after all who didn't want wings? Well he didn't, but that was beside the point. There were many who would kill for what he had right now, and at least those pustules were gone.
Running his hands once more over his new appendages Harry winced in pain, obviously the snap had come from one of his wings. Great, not only do I have wings, but I can't even fly with them. Harry tried to remember what to do from what Hagrid had told him about Hedwig. Gingerly he stretched the wing back into place. What was the other thing? Oh right, he had to bind it to his body. One-handed Harry rooted for some type of bandage, before he sighed seeing nothing else for it Harry took the now torn and ratty shirt he was wearing and using his fangs tore it into strips. He hissed from the pain and moved quickly soon having a resemblance of a bandage covering his left wing and upper body.
Harry made himself more comfortable on his bed and tried to figure out what other changes his body had gone through. From what he could tell he now had feathers along his calves and upper arms, added to that were scales along the sides of his face and lower back. His ears were pointed, and with a start, Harry realized he could see perfectly in the near pitch darkness of the cupboard. He groaned. Some type of Fae maybe? Harry knew of course about Inheritances, an increase in magic or some type of talent was to be expected on a Witch or Wizards sixteenth birthday. Harry also knew that some people experienced a Creature inheritance. But never in a million years would he have expected himself to be one of those people! Creature inheritances were rare, and didn't often stray from Veela, Fae or some type of Were. Except, he wasn't any of those. Not only am I in a small minority, I'm different from that small minority.
Harry was glad he hadn't owled Hermione now, he would rather wait to explain this to her and Ron in person rather then trying to get his words across on paper.
August 8th
Trapped in the small cupboard with little time outside other then use of the washroom where his Aunt would throw frightened glances at him, and his Uncle would leer at him, Harry was locked in. And he was starting to get antsy. His need for exercise hadn't decreased; in fact it seemed to only be increasing. And his Aunt and Uncle were only feeding a can of cold tomato soup a day, which Harry would gulp down, but his fangs were tingling and Harry was desperately craving meat.
He twitched irritably and stared at the ceiling. Harry was starting to feel ill at the lack of activity and he wanted to move. He could leave, but where would that leave him? He couldn't go to the Weasley's how would they react to him? Harry remembered Ron's reaction when Remus was revealed to be a Werewolf. He didn't want to have to deal with Ron's reaction when he wasn't sure how to be reacting himself.
Plus, in a part of his mind that Harry didn't want to acknowledge he felt as though he deserved this, after all hadn't he killed Sirius? Who was he to complain when someone who had been like a father to him was dead? In that small cupboard Harry missed Sirius more then he ever had before. With a sigh he flopped back down, then sat up with a yelp. His wing hadn't seemed to heal yet, and with his limited supplies he couldn't be sure if it was healing properly. It still hurt like hell though.
He had finally gotten a good look in the mirror and to say his new appearance had startled him was an understatement, Harry was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating from shock. His face was paler then it had ever been, and he couldn't even chalk it up to time indoors, he almost glowed. His hair reached his waist and glossy and black, it was also extremely soft. He had been right in his assumptions of scales, a black trail began at his forehead where it then curled around his eyes, to continue along his jaw. His ears were also slightly pointed, not enough to get in the way but enough that it was noticeable at a quick glance. All in all though, Harry looked good, he had a strange ethereal beauty that was very unexpected. He hadn't been given a new shirt yet and maneuvering around is Uncle's leer he made his way back to the cupboard. As he closed the door Harry heard the decisive click of the lock sliding into place. If the Wizarding World could see me now, Harry thought with a snort, the Chosen One, reduced to a skeleton in the closet.
August 8th Evening
Harry woke with a start, his hearing had improved alongside his eyes and he was picking something up. Another creak, followed by footsteps, sounded throughout the house and Harry tried to calm his beating heart. It's only Uncle Vernon, he's always getting hungry in the middle of the night. But Harry's breathing quickened. Something was wrong. The footsteps echoed down the staircase and Harry's breathing became panicked. Finally the steps slowed to a stop. Harry's breath stopped. The click of the lock echoed in his ears as the door swung open. The face of his uncle filled the frame. Harry scrambled into the corner trying to get as far away as possible from the crazed eyes in front of him.
"I've been watching you, you know." Uncle Vernon ducked into the small space, his large bulk made it feel even more oppressive then it usually did. "Teasing me, that look in your eyes."
Harry shook his head mutely, eyes jumping around, looking for an escape. "You can't tell me you don't want this you know, I've seen it, every movement of yours, you've been tempting me, naughty thing." His voice was lowered and his eyes blazed with lust. "You'll have to be quiet can't have Pet or Duds waking up."
Harry found his voice and whispered hoarsely, "you….you...you can't."
"I'll make it good for you, you'll enjoy it, don't worry."
Harry was almost as tall as his Uncle now, but with their weight difference there would be no way to fight him off. His breathing came back harsh panting, his heart pounded and blood rushed in his ears. He could scream, but he couldn't find his voice anymore. He whimpered.
Uncle Vernon took the last step to Harry's bed and with one meaty paw reached out to hold a sweaty hand over his mouth. With one hand Vernon reached down to pull at his belt, "so beautiful," he whispered.
Harry snapped back to his senses and with a muffled cry drove his palms forward, and his Uncle was suddenly flying backwards and crashing through the wall and into the hallway. Harry stood, "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN." Uncle Vernon could only groan. Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage. Enough was enough; whatever Karma was doing to him here he was tired of taking it. Shaking and with silent tears rolling down his face Harry walked out the front door.
Harry didn't know where he was walking or for how long, but eventually he found himself outside a small forest. Might as well, he thought dully and he wandered until he found a small clearing. The tears were falling again, and a small whimper started out in his throat, it built and soon Harry was keening, the sound ringing out throughout the clearing. An immense feeling of loneliness and helplessness over came Harry and the noise grew. Finally he collapsed on the ground tears spent. The soft feeling of a hug overcame him; along with it was a feeling of safety and warmth. Slowly he stopped shaking and a voice whispered him to sleep. It's all right, everything is okay, I'm here, we're here, I'm looking for you, we will find you.
A/N: So the first Chapter is up! This is my first published fic and I realized after I wrote it that there are a lot of similarities to the story Outcasts Alley by RhiannanT, while a great fic (you should definitely read it) I promise that the similarities pretty much stop here. I'm hoping to update about once every two weeks, and, while it may be sooner, it won't be much later. I'm also looking for a Beta, I checked everything myself but it's very possible I missed something. Feel free to point it out, thanks!
