Summary: An accident in a zoo when Harry was six left him different from others. Abandoned by the Dursleys, Harry learn to live by himself. Ten years later the Wizarding World finds him, How do they react to 'the Angel'? A Darkwyng challenge fic.
The Darkwyng challenge was a challenge by Circe Visigoth, where Harry received wings and was able to use them.
1) Harry has bird or bat(dragon) wings
2) Harry is a vampire
3) Severus Snape is Harry's tutor/mentor/father
4) Harry is NOT evil, but dark is fine(preferred, actually)
5) Harry is independent (which can mean anything, but basically that he is smarter, more powerful, and less dependant on other adults
including, but not limited to, Dumbledore)
The Angel
Ch1. Earning your wings.
A bus emptied in front of the local Zoo.
In itself, it's nothing important.
The group of children and adults suggested it was nothing but a regular school trip.
One of the boys, one with messy black hair, looked in awe at the gate. As if him being here would tarnish its beauty.
To shorten it, the look of somebody who never went to a zoo before.
Another boy, a rather 'large' one, stood behind him.
This boy was by all indications, a bully.
The group of children entered the zoo.
"Listen up, everybody. You can go your own way but we'll meet here again in one hour. Did everybody got that?"
There were some mutters of "yes."
"Good, be on your way then."
The children dispersed screaming, most of them forming groups.
The boy with black hair walked alone, nobody liked him anyway.
He walked aimlessly around the zoo.
Watching the animals, he stopped when he saw wolfs.
A memory came up, "Moony," The boy said.
The boy looked at the wolf for quite sometime, but there was little reaction.
"Harry, what are you doing?" one of teachers asked.
"I was watching Moony, Mr Brooke," Harry said.
"Moony?" The teacher asked, "Oh, the wolves?"
"Yes."
"Do you like wolves? They are magnificent creatures after all."
"Aren't wolves evil? My aunt calls wolves evil."
Brooke looked at the white-grey fur of the wolf, "Sometimes wolves are considered evil, but each creature act on its instincts. If wolves kill it is mostly because they are hungry and need food."
The two watched the wolf as it laid on the ground.
"Harry, what other creatures do you know? What are you interested in?" he asked.
He had noticed Harry's lack of friends on the schoolgrounds.
"I don't know, I always liked birds."
"Birds? Why birds?"
"Because they can fly?" Harry said unsure.
"So you like birds because they can fly?" the teacher said, "I can understand that. I am also jealous of that ability."
"You are?"
"To be able to fly like a bird, to leave the ground on your own power. I think that would be wonderful."
Harry followed the teacher around the Zoo, Mr Brooke stopped sometimes and told Harry about the animals.
Hyenas, Elephants, Harry watched the animals with a sense of awe.
Far to soon, in Harry's opinion, they needed to return to the entrance.
Mr Brooke had a smile when they returned to the entrance.
They actually arrived a bit later then the others, most of the others had all ready arrived.
"And?" Brooke asked.
"The only people missing now are part of
Dudley's group, four persons in total."
"I see, I'll go look for them. I'll bring them to the show so you don't have to wait."
"Okay, I'll see you there."
Brooke left in search of Dudley and his group.
"Okay, class. Follow me."
Harry and his group were led to a ruined castle in the middle of the zoo.
A field of grass was surrounded by the castle ruins
Harry looked at the birds in cages, Birds of prey.
"You'll enjoy this, Harry," Brooke had returned, "You said you like birds right? These are the most powerful of birds."
A man wearing a leather glove walked on the grass and asked if everybody would sit down.
Harry watched as a Peregrine falcon flew to the man's hand.
Harry was mesmerised by the spectacle that followed, the bird's elegant movements.
He watched as the birds became larger and larger.
Then something happened, it happened so fast that no one could react before it was too late.
As one of the larger eagles flew low, a shot was heard.
The eagle lost control of its flight and crashed, right into Harry.
Attempting to regain its control, the bird used its claws.
Harry's arms received cuts, some even bleeding.
The eagle still lost, and fell to the ground sideways.
Harry attempted to calm the mighty creature down, when he noticed blood on the wing.
Stroking the wing of the eagle Harry felt something, a feeling of belonging.
The bird nipped at its wound, checking it for itself, then it looked at Harry.
Harry approached it gently, and stroked it again.
The eagle moved its beak along the arms of the six-year old, it caused some of the blood of the eagle to enter Harry's bloodstream.
And this is the beginning of our story ...