Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!... sadly.

AN: Okay, so I'm taking a break on my other stories, please don't kill me. I have no idea where I'm going with them. I'll post once I do. I know where I am going with this one on the other hand. So I seriously am going to try and get ahead on this one so I can post every Saturday starting today... or tomorrow. matters when your reading this. Sorry again for my other stories. Please forgive me.

Chapter 1: Captivity

Harry woke up with a start as a searing pain tore through his back. He bit his tongue as to not wake up his roommates. Soon, much too soon, that became unacceptable as he tasted coppery blood in his mouth. He let go of his tongue and let out a blood curtailing scream. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Ron Weasly's worried face drifting into his view.

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Harry woke up to a very familiar view. The Hospital Wing's ceiling. He groaned as a throbbing pain in his back became known. Madam Pomfrey walked over to him and started running scans before turning to Albus Dumbledore, whom had seemed to have had slip in while Harry hadn't been looking. "Everything looks fine, Albus"

"Except for the fact that he has huge wings sprouting from his back, and seems to be an extremely rare dark creature." Dumbledore's voice traveled to Harry's ears.

It was then that Harry seemed to notice that he was lying on his stomach and couldn't even see them, he had sensed them. Harry rolled over and off of the bed, "Offf." Harry unfurled his wings and felt them brush against the ceiling. "Sir, how am I supposed to hide these giant things?" Harry asked turning innocently to Dumbledore.

"Madam Pomfrey, please leave us," Dumbledore said watching Harry roll his shoulders and relax his wings. Madam Pomfrey left simply knowing what had to be done with a Dark Creature such as Harry. "Well, Harry," Dumbledore started, "As I said earlier, you are a Dark Creature. Do you know what we do with Dark Creatures, such as yourself?" Harry shook his head, "We lock them up in a cage with the rest of the Dark Creatures." With that Dumbledore cast a strong stunning spell, and the last thing Harry remembered before passing out the second time that day was Dumbledore's twinkling eyes as he cast a binding spell.

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When Harry woke up again he was in a nest, alone. He looked up and around noticing that he was in a cage, a bird cage. 'So what Dumbledore said was true.' He thought solemnly, this wasn't the first time he had been locked up. Harry suddenly sensed two magic figures coming near. One he recognized as Dumbledore the other he didn't.

Dumbledore's voice came into his hearing range then, "… Well, Arthur, you have pulled off 'the department of Muggle artifacts quite nicely, but now it is time for young Mr. Potter to learn about your true department. Don't forget to mention how much money you truly make, also."

"Oh yes, Albus. I'm also thinking about bringing Hermione and Ron here so that he can find out the truth of who they are too. Creatures like Harry shouldn't live in some delusion that everyone loves him, what about the public?" Arthur Weasly's voice washed over Harry in waves. Harry almost crumbled then.

"We shall have to tell him the truth, get The Daily Prophet here on your fist opening of his exhibit, more publicity than in the coming weeks. Who, may I ask, are you planning to invite to the premier?" Dumbledore responded in turn, it seemed as if their voices were getting closer.

"Well, my best costumers and most, if not all, of the ministry executives. How do you think Lord Voldemort will react to this?" Arthur's voice sounded worried as to how Voldemort would react.

"Good old Tom, he might use this to his gain, most likely will try to break out Mr. Potter to use him for his use. But you shouldn't worry about that, you have much security. Such a shame, to be raising him as the ultimate weapon this whole time, just for him to turn out as some Dark Creature" Dumbledore shook his head as they came into Harry's view.

"Such a shame indeed. Ahhh, here we are, finally at his cage, up there." Arthur pointed in his direction. Harry noted that he couldn't see that he was staring straight at them and yet he could see every detail on them clear as crystal, even without his glasses.

The men quieted as they approached the cage, all that could be heard was the soft click as the men's shoes hit the marble flooring of whatever place it was that Harry was in. They finally reached about a yard out from the cage and stopped to watch him. Harry stared straight at them in return, not doing anything but sitting in the nest.

"Well, Harry, welcome to your new home. There is a small enclosed area off to the back in which you will be allowed to clean up four times a day. We shall feed you twice a day. And during the times of four thirty in the morning to eleven thirty at night you are expected to be awake and ready to be viewed." Arthur sounded so business like.

"Oh and Harry, please don't try and escape, it would truly be pointless." Albus sounded delighted at this prospect.

Two thoughts popped into Harry's head then, he knew they were irrational thought built up from the steady panic rising within him but he still blurted them out. "Sir what about my last two years of school? What about Voldemort and the Prophecy?" you could hear the desperation in Harry's voice.

Dumbledore smiled politely with a twinkle in his eyes, "Oh, Harry, don't be silly, the life of a wizard does not involve a lowly creature like you. We are superior enough to not have to bring in miserable creatures, such as yourself, to the war. Much unlike Voldemort." With that said Dumbledore turned on his heal and walked off at a brisk pace. He had been satisfied that The Creature was locked up and safe.

"Tomorrow your first day will start at seven. We will be having a banquet in your hall. I'm sure you can deal with having other creatures in the same hall correct?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Good because we are going to bring in Vela, Fallen Angels, Demons, Vampires, Werewolves, oh and my personal favorite, an incubus." Arthur nodded a slight smile on his face, "Remember tomorrow at seven." He walked off in the same direction as Dumbledore.

Harry waited till their magical signatures were out of his senses before moving to go to the room in the back. Just as they had said there was a door back there and behind that door stood a bathroom. To the right of Harry was a huge tub in the floor, in front of Harry was a toilet and to the left of him a full body length mirror sink and wardrobe stood. Harry walked over to the wardrobe knowing that it was magic that worked through it.

In the wardrobe stood different types of outfits all of them were black. There was a black leather outfit labeled for tomorrow's banquet. Black leather pants with no shirt for the day after that. A Black leather jacket that went over a black tank, with black skinny jeans. Black leather suit with a whip. Harry sighed; they all were black and leather, his least favorite. He looked down to see black dragon hid boots and next to them a pair of folded black silk pajamas.

Harry shook his head before walking over to the full body length mirror. He noted first that the only thing he wore was a pair of his pajama pates from the night before. Then he looked up and studied his figure. He looked way different. His scar had stretched up to his scalp and down to just under his right eye. His skin was a creamy white contrasting with his black wings and hair. His dark eyelashes framed his glowing emerald eyes. His lips were a deep rose color and when he smiled he saw that his K-9s had extended to a fang-like length. His nails looked like he had clipped them to a point and then painted them black. In reality he knew they were claws. He had grown to reach 5 10. His hair reached just past his shoulders blending nicely in with his long elegant wings. He extended his wings and estimated at full length they were four yards long. All around his torso ran a black snake engulfed by fire. 'When did I obtain this?' he wondered to himself running his hand over the tattoo.

The very last thing he noticed was the black studded collar fastened around his neck with magic so he could not remove it. Harry resigned to his fate as being a strong willed creature in captivity.

AN: Well there it was folks. Please read and review. Tune in next Saturday!