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On the eve on July 31st, Harry Potter was lying on his small cot in Dudley's old second bedroom in number 4 Privet Drive, looking out the window at the full moon that was a deep burgundy color that night. He'd just been beaten again and would get another tomorrow for his seventeenth birthday; he was always beaten more around his birthday than any other time of the year.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:55. Just five more minute's then he'd be seventeen and would be able to get out of this hellhole he'd had to call home for the last sixteen years of his miserable existence; he'd be able to use his magic without the trace on him. He didn't know where he'd go – everyone had basically ignored him for the past five months for no reason at all so he couldn't stay with them. Maybe he'd leave the Isles and go travel the world; maybe he'd just plain out disappear and go into hiding and let everyone else deal with Voldemort, he had to admit that his fighting while they just sat back and watched the bloodshed had really pissed him off.
11:56
11:57
11:58
Wouldn't midnight just come already so he could leave? He wanted to be as far away as possible before anyone realized he'd gone. He had some idea of what he would do; he'd go live in the deepest part of the forbidden forest where no one'd be able to bother him and he could finally live in peace. He would probably still leave it every now and again for either supplies, books, or just to travel a bit and get some new scenery.
11:59
It always seemed like the last minute was always the longest; always torture to wait through. He stared at the little hand on the nearly shattered clock that Dudley had chucked at a wall earlier that summer that he'd fixed just for this purpose, so he could know the exact seconds until he could leave – though now it seemed even more torturous.
30 seconds…
29 seconds…
28 seconds…
20…
Why did the seconds tick by so slowly? They could go faster but no, they had to taunt his freedom in front of him while he waited – wand at the ready – so that he could pack all of his things into his trunk magically, shrink it, and then apperate to the gates of Hogwarts.
10…
9…
8…
7…
Any second now he'd be gone. A dull ace had started in the back of his head, barely noticeable as he was so focused on the seconds until he could leave.
5…
4…
It was getting stronger but he still ignored it.
3…
2…
1…
"Ahh," He cried out in pain but it only came out as a silent whimper. Blinding pain flashed through his body as the clock hit 12:00. He thrashed around trying, without success to relieve the pain. Without knowing how he got there, he tried to clutch the hideous carpeting of the room, this time managing to let out a loud and desperate cry of agony.
To any onlookers his room was filled with swirling lights and fires of trillions of colors, named and unnamed alike. If they'd managed to get into his room – which he'd previously locked to keep out the Dursley's long enough for him to escape through the window – they'd have seen a small boy slightly shrinking and becoming more fine-boned, his pitch black hair lengthening, black light seeming from a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, too many changes to be believable yet couldn't deny since they were indeed happening.
Heavy footsteps sounded through the house as Vernon Dursley went to see what that Freak was doing to cause such a ruckus. He pounded on the door, yelling at the Wizard inside to shut the hell up and let them sleep. Petunia and Dudley Dursley soon came out of their rooms as well to see what was going on when the noise from the room ceased to stop.
"Boy, get out here now," Vernon roared pounding even harder than trying the doorknob which was locked. "Open this door this instant!"
The noise just grew and grew in volume till the Dursley's and, well, anyone within a five mile radius of number 4 Privet Drive had completely woken up – without coffee for a change – and had their hands clapped over their ears in a desperate attempt to save their poor eardrums. They had clapped their hands over their ears so hard that they didn't even hear it when the noise stopped.
When they finally realized that the noise had stopped, the Dursley's opened their eyes and saw that the bedroom door was swinging open and the hinges were busted. Vernon, wearily, kicked the door the rest of the way open only to have it evaporate into a fine dust on the floor and what was left of the hinges dropped from what was left of the wall. Together, all three Dursley's entered the room cautiously – Petunia and Dudley cowering behind Vernon.
What they saw would have most people believe that their house had been the target of an international bomb gone haywire. The outside walls along with the one's connecting it to Dudley's first bedroom and the hallway, were just barely standing and there bits and pieces if not huge chunks missing from the ceiling and the roof. They looked around in wide eyed horror at the room – it'd take thousands to repair the place and out of their own pocket since Vernon hadn't invested in house insurance!
In the middle of the room was a small figure around 5'2" (around 155cm for all of you who use metric) with waist length pitch black hair and what looked to be tribal tattoos on the parts of his body that were visible. Normally, that wouldn't have caused the Dursley's to be suspicious. However, what WAS suspicious was the fact that this person had claws on his hands and feet along with scales scattered up along his arms, legs, and other places that they couldn't see and a pair of coal black wings that could've belonged to a Dragon if they existed – but knowing about the Freaks, they probably did exist. There was also the fact that the figured looked to be covered in burgundy blood in the same exact shade as the moon was at that precise moment and looked to be still bleeding.
"What the…?" Vernon snarled.
"Daddy, what is that thing?" Dudley cried in distress while all Petunia could utter was a quiet "Oh Lord."
The creature stood up on what seemed to be scaled legs that looked as if they should be on a giant lizard rather than a humanoid. At closer inspection it also had a tail and tiny horns on its head along with sharper and longer canines then the normal humanoid, but was this thing really a humanoid and not just some magical mutant? When the creature looked at them they could see the almond shaped dark emerald green eyes of Harry James Potter.
"Freak," Vernon roared, knowing that this freak was nothing more than their miserable excuse for a relative. "What the hell did you do?"
The creature – Harry - flinched and backed up giving a warning, hissing growl. He didn't like these people, he remembered at least that much of whom he was, though not much more than that and the fact he needed to go somewhere else – preferably Scotland for some strange reason. That didn't stop Vernon Dursley from stalking up to him viciously, about to strike him, sadly enough.
Harry hissed another warning growl and backed up even more and snapped his teeth warningly. If the oversized pig got any closer there was no telling what he'd do, but he'd do anything to get away and be left alone – sadly he couldn't fly away yet because his wings were still quite weak from the transformation, he'd need a couple more months till they were ready. He crouched down lower into a position that would let him launch at Vernon and kill him quite easily if he got much closer.
Petunia cried out, knowing what the position meant in most animals, but it was too late and Vernon was already falling dead to the floor, a giant whole through him middle where his heart had been. Time seemed to freeze as he fell and then blood started to squirt out along with other organs in the area. Harry felt no remorse; he'd warned him multiple times and if the pig didn't listen, it wasn't his problem the man was a moron.
Dudley was whimpering, backing up into what remained of the wall as Harry stalked forward snarling at them. If this was the only way he could escape from this place, so be it. Without warning he charged at the two remaining Dursley's who coward back as he raced between them and down the stairs and out of the house. Within minutes, all evidence besides the destroyed house and dead man was gone.
As the sun rose, Harry entered the Forbidden Forest, just barely concealed by the receding shadows cast by the trees. This would be his home until he could remember who he was again. After that, he would have to learn how to glamor himself so he could go out and do research on what he was and what he could do; he didn't want to be as unprepared as he already was. For all he knew he could kill whatever family he had – not that he even remotely knew who they were – which made it more important to seclude himself until he could remember and control himself.
By midday, he was in the giant clearing in the center of the Forbidden Forest that no one'd dared go near in over five thousand years. And there, sitting in the center of that said clearing, was a castle smaller than Hogwarts but grander then all of the castles known to the Human race combined. This was his new home…
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Sero