Looking around his room, Harry sighed tiredly.
He was back at the Dursley's. Yay.
Dumbledore, like the idiot he is, decided that it would be better for him to stay with his 'family' in case of Voldemort-related emergencies.
Stupid.
What if Death Eaters come barging in? Surely, Sirius and Remus, two powerful adult wizards, have a better chance than some lowly muggles?
Apparently, nobody took note of that fact.
He sighed again, slowly laying down on his 'bed' so it wouldn't break with the weight of an actual person. Stupid Dumbledore…
He fell into a light sleep.
A few hours later, he awoke in the middle of the night to a searing pain in his shoulder blades, head and lower back.
Fighting the urge to scream aloud, Harry bit his lip hard.
Suddenly, he felt something… growing out of his back?! He howled in agony, feeling like his entire being was enflamed, and his vision went black.
Harry's POV:
I groaned, trying to stretch my arms, but stopping as I felt a stab of pain shoot through my spine.
I closed my eyes. Slowly extending my arms, I winced as the muscles stretched and burned.
'What the hell happened to me?' I thought.
Deciding to try standing, I was pleased to find that my legs were NOT broken, and that I could walk with little difficulty. Limping over to the mirror, my jaw dropped in shock.
There, standing in my reflection, was a tall, broad-shouldered teen with tanned skin and sparkling emerald eyes. My hair was still messy, but It actually looked nice that way, and my glasses somehow fit my face.
But that wasn't even a shock compared to the wings…
Large, feathery black wings were neatly folded against my back, and there seemed to be two floppy grey ears atop my head. Turning around, I saw a long swooping ash-coloured tail. Oh merlin.