Hi! It's me, Sera, and I'm actually back with an update? Crazy, I know. I decided to continue this fic, and have a solid plan for where I want it to go. I have also edited and changed this first chapter so it ties in better with what I plan to do now. I can't promise to update often because I never do, but I will when I can. I hope you guys like this, and know that every person who has left a review asking me to continuehas influenced my choice to rewrite and finish.

Thank you all and I hope you enjoy.

Harry Potter was a very unusual boy for many reasons, many of which he was all too aware of. However, he was also unusual in another way, which he didn't know about yet, but that he would very soon…

It was 11:56pm at Grimmauld Place on July the 30th, and the whole house was quiet, apart from the muffled snores drifting in from another room. Harry Potter was sitting, slumped over at a desk, glasses askew and eyes shut. Several pieces of paper were
scattered on the desk in question, two letters and a newspaper. The newspaper was printed on a thick parchment, and was an old copy of The Daily Prophet. The main headline proclaimed, "The Chosen One Saves Us All!" This headline, however, had the
first part scratched out and replaced with "Harry Potter". Another, smaller article proclaimed "Boy Who Lived testifies at Malfoy Trial". Harry couldn't explain why he kept this particular paper, it was no different to any other papers from the time,
but he hadn't thrown it away.

The first letter on the desk was written in an untidy scrawl, and was rather short.

"Harry,

I was wondering if I could perhaps stay at your place for a while? My parents are still arguing all the time, and I just want to get out of the house. I even have a job in London, so I can help pay for groceries and things. If not, I understand, but please
think about it?

Dudley."

It was perhaps surprising that Harry had written back, agreeing to let his cousin live with him, but Harry wanted to move past old enmities from before the war, and bring peace. He would probably never be able to make peace with a certain blond haired
git, but some rivalries are too far gone to fix.

The final letter was written in neat, precise handwriting, and had the Hogwarts Crest stamped onto it.

"Mr Potter,

I have written to offer you, and every other seventh year student from last year, the opportunity to return to Hogwarts for a redo of your seventh year, and another chance to take your NEWTs. We understand that last year the war impeded students from
studying and achieving their full potential, and some didn't even have a chance to attend the school. As a result, if you wish to attend the eighth year, send an owl confirming your attendance. There are booklists enclosed if you need them.

Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and recipient of an Order of Merlin, First Class."

After careful deliberation, Harry had decided to return to Hogwarts. Hogwarts had always been his home, and, despite the fact that the Ministry was willing to accept him into auror training immediately, he wanted to earn his place. That, and… Harry wasn't
sure if he wanted to be an auror anymore. He had witnessed enough fighting and bloodshed for a lifetime.

But, right now, Harry wasn't thinking about any of these issues. He was fast asleep, his glasses hanging off of one ear as he slept dreamlessly, for once. However, as the seconds ticked closer to midnight, closer to his 19th birthday, he shifted uncomfortably,
becoming restless.

Then, without warning, his eyes flew open as his body exploded with pain. He rolled out of the chair, hitting the floor with a loud thud, as pain ripped his body to shreds. It was awful. He could feel every fibre of his being infused with pain, as his
body struggled to remain conforming to the human features it was supposed to have. It was unbearable. It was burning, ripping, tearing squashing, stretching, squeezing, suffocating, and every other painful and unpleasant sensation you could think
of, all at once.

He fought to keep the screams locked up inside of him, but a strangled screech escaped his lips. He clenched his eyes closed, shaking and convulsing on the floor.

A creak echoed as his door swung open, the other inhabitant of the house having awoken.

"Are you alright harry?" A small voice asked in concern.

Harry gritted his teeth. In any other circumstances he probably would have rolled his eyes. "Yeah Dudley, I'm great, just rolling on the floor because I feel like the exercise." Honestly. Dudley was a lot better now, but he still had the brains of Neville's
old toad, Trevor. Harry opened his mouth, but only a gasp of agony escaped him. He was in too much pain for sarcasm.

From the back of his eyelids, Harry could see a change in light, indicating that Dudley had turned on the lamp.

After a few minutes, there was a horrific tearing in Harry's back, and then the pain started to fade. It left his fingertips and hands, leaving his palms blissfully cool and pain free, it drained out of his arms, out of his head and feet, until all that
was left was a weight on his back. Harry panted, lying face down on the floor, revelling in the absence of pain.

"Fucking Hell."

These were the first words that had escaped Dudley since the lamp had been turned on, and his tone worried Harry. He slowly pulled himself off of the floor, and immediately his attention was drawn to the unfamiliar weight on his back. He frowned.

"Accio Glasses"

It was the only wandless spell he could do so far, but it was probably the most helpful one he could learn. They soared into his outstretched hand, and harry smiled at his success. He put the glasses on, and immediately was taken aback. Everything was
so vibrant and clear, he could see everything, even down to tiny specks of dust. Yeah, he still needed glasses, but with them on he could see everything.

He turned to Dudley, who was staring at him, gobsmacked, his mouth open. Shit. What else had happened?

Harry walked past the still gaping Dudley, and headed for the bathroom. He switched the light on, but it felt like he had to reach further than normal to reach the switch. Then, he turned to the mirror. Ok, something was definitely wrong. He grabbed a
stool that he had found when cleaning out this place and making it habitable, placed it on the floor, and stood on it. He had definitely not needed this before. What did that make him… like 5'3"? What? He had always been short, but in the
last few years he had reached a respectable 5'9". And now he had lost 6 inches of height! Even Hermione would be three or four inches taller than him now! Great. So now he was back to midget status. Brilliant.

He properly lookedat his reflection in the mirror for the first time now, and almost fell off the stool in shock. The first things that caught his attention were the fricking WINGS sprouting out of his back. They were black, the same jet black colour
as his hair, shaped a bit like eagle wings, and, thankfully, not huge. They were big, yeah, but not enormous.

Speaking of his hair, that had changed too! Well, looking at himself, what hadn't changed? Truthfully, he still looked similar to himself but… improved? His green eyes had always been striking, but now they almost glowed emerald. His skin was smoother,
silkier, and seemed to give off a strange but subtle luminosity. His hair was still messy, but perfectly messy, the kind of crafted "messy" that people spent hours trying to achieve, rather than the "a bird made a nest on my head" messy that it had
been before.

Harry returned to his room, and sank onto his bed, running his hands through his newly silky hair. What was going on? He needed to talk to Hermione, or someone at least, and he needed to go to a wizarding library. He needed to… he didn't even know what
he needed to do! What was the protocol for this?

He sighed, told Dudley to go, and that he was fine, pulled out parchment and ink, and started writing to Hermione and Ron. He handed these letters to Hedwig, telling her that they were urgent. Hedwig hooted in response, giving Harry's new wings an almost
jealous glance before she flew out of the window.

Harry sat on his bead, and leant his head back, against the wall. This wasn't the birthday present he had been expecting, that's for sure.

~oOo~

Somewhere else, another boy screeched in pain as the same agony that had attacked Harry not so long ago took over his body. His eyes widened knowingly as the pain washed over him, and the change started.