Prologue

Shiinmaru-dono: We're back! Some of you #Death Glares flamers# nearly crushed our spirit on our first attempt at this story. But #flips the bird# we've rewritten and revamped the old story and give this in its place. Read, review, and if you flame, I will hunt you down and cut your tongue out with a rusty spork. #grumbles# We don't own Harry Potter or its characters – never will. So don't sue us, its not worth the headache when you'll win nothing (we be dirt poor). On with the fic!

July 31st9:00 a.m.#4 Private DriveSurreyEngland: Kitchen

Harry grumble miserably as he finished cooking the Dursley's breakfast, well, at least Vernon and Dudley's anyway. Harry mused silently on how life had changed since he had returned for the summer. For one, his aunt, Petunia, had joined him in hell. Apparently she was not entirely without her own powers.

Flashback

Harry heard the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen and winced. His uncle and cousin were out at the moment but if they came back to see broken glass they would be furious. Harry dragged himself out of the cupboard and into the kitchen to see his Aunt, Petunia, crouched and staring at the shattered plate on the floor in front of her.

Slowly the pieces crept together until the plate was whole once more. She picked it up and turned around to see Harry staring at her in shock, "You didn't think my sister was the only abnormal one in the family, did you?"

End Flashback

Vernon stomped into the kitchen and plopped himself into his chair quickly followed by Dudley. Harry sighed and placed the laden plates of eggs and bacon in front of them before backing away. He waited patiently as the two of them ate, acting like pigs as usual. It had been months since Dudley had been on the diet that he should have been on, and now he was fatter than ever. It was sad really.

The sound of shuffling feet reached his ears and Harry turned his head slightly to see his aunt making her slow, painful way into the kitchen. She joined him by the fridge and they waited – together – for the other two to finish.

July 31st11:59 p.m.#4 Private DriveSurreyEngland: Cupboard Under the Stairs

Harry looked at the clock, 60 seconds to go until I turn sixteen, he thought. Harry had read books on Magical Inheritance in the library before school let out the previous year; Harry knew that he would reach his Majority at sixteen; he had overheard some sixth years talking about theirs, and knew that he had to study up on it; Hermione was most pleased to see him pick up a book. Harry groaned in pain as he shifted into a less-painful position; he hoped that he gained some new power to protect himself and his Aunt Petunia from his uncle and cousin.

Harry looked at the clock again; there were ten seconds left and Harry counted them down until the clock reached the time of his birth: midnight. A blood-curdling scream was heard throughout the quiet night and Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, came stomping down the stairs and into the cupboard under the stairs where Harry was thrashing around as he came into his inheritance.

"SHUT UP, YOU WORTHLESS FREAK!" Vernon yelled as he beat his nephew into silence. After Harry was quiet, Vernon left; leaving a whimpering Boy-Who-Lived on the floor.

When the sound of his uncle's footsteps finally ended, Harry lifted himself from the floor and crawled back into his pile of blankets. It took him a long while to figure out why, even though he was covered, he was still cold Oh… so I have wings now? That's a problem… finally Harry drifted off to sleep.

September 1st4 a.m.#4 Private DriveSurreyEngland: Cupboard Under the Stairs

Petunia Dursley quietly opened the cupboard door and peeked in. "Harry," she called softly to her beloved nephew as she walked into the small space, "Harry, you need to get up; it's September 1st and I need to get you to the train station."

In the corner farthest from the door a small mound covered in a ragged, once-blue blanket moved and groaned in pain. This mound was the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, but one would never be able to recognize him as he looked now: literally skin and bones; green eyes dulled from repeated rapes; every centimeter of flesh bruised, burned, cut, or scarred; dried blood covering his back, arms, face, legs, and bum. Petunia, contrary to what others believed, loved her sister and nephew; she tended to Harry's wounds when she could and snuck him as much food as she could get away with. For, just like Harry, Petunia lived in constant fear of her husband and son, Vernon and Dudley Dursley; she too was beaten by them and only managed to survive the night prior due to Harry's protection.

"Oh, Harry," Petunia whispered as she walked closer to Harry, first aid kit in hand, "let's get you cleaned up and to the station; you can't stay here anymore." Petunia set the first aid kit next to her as she pulled the blanket off of the Boy-Who-Lived and brushed his now-long hair out of his eyes. Harry had come into his Magical Inheritance a few weeks ago – his Majority, where his magic grew and his latent creature blood awakened. Harry had had latent Dark Veela blood coursing through his veins that had become active when he reached his Majority. Harry now had long, pitch-black hair that reached his bum, dark, emerald green eyes, slightly-pointed ears, a delicate figure, fangs and claws, but most prominent were his large black and green wings. Harry shifted and stood shakily, his wings making balancing a little interesting, "You'll have to hide those, you realize…" Harry glanced at his new wings and concentrated. Slowly they pulled back until they were completely hidden beneath his skin. "That's better."

Petunia cleaned Harry up as best she could before feeding him as big a breakfast as Harry could stomach. Once that was done and the dishes cleaned, the sound of the other two inhabitants moving around could be heard. Harry quickly tugged on an overly-large jacket and moved to stand by his trunk to wait for his tormentors to take him to the train station. This, by his reckoning, wouldn't be done for another couple of hours. Sometimes he really hated the first day of school.

Shiinmaru-dono: Okay, Sho-dono is busy (sleeping in, lazy bum…) and can't speak this chapter. Now, our new characters will be introduced next chapter and, no, you will not know everything about them in one fell swoop – we're dragging out the info very slowly. (Take that, you evil flamers!) Shiinmaru-dono out!