This was supposed to be one of those Animagi!Harry with a timetravel twist. I think the pairing was going to be HPLV as well...
Anyways, Enjoy!
High Flyer
Nothing that happened to Harry Potter was simple.
Example: Having to avoid bludgers during a quidditch match (simple). Harry? Harry was chased through the interior of the stands, and through the sky until the damn thing broke his arm.
When it came to Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, everything came to him in extremes.
Looking back on his life, Harry wondered how it was ever a good idea to attempt his animagi transformation.
He had taken all the precautions recommended, he had a potion that was supposed to force him back (pre-bought from Snape himself in a business transaction) prepared in an easily accessible bowl, he had Hermione in residence (He would admit to himself later that not informing her of what he was planning was a stupid move.), and his wand was securely placed in a padded box within the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
Still, he had avenues open to him should something go wrong.
Of course, nothing went wrong in the way he prepared for it, it went extremely wrong.
To add insult to injury, he was an animal in an unfamiliar place, with no idea what he was or if he was still in London.
The first thing Harry realized when he became conscious was that no one was screaming, his second was: and why would they before the memories came back to him.
Well, either he appeared to be a drunk passed out in some alleyway or his animagus form was simply too common to be noticed.
Harry shifted, attempting to lift his face from the surface he was laying upon only to find that he couldn't push himself up, his arms- no his hands weren't working properly, wait, were they even there?
When Harry turned his gaze sideways in hopes to catch sight of his arm, all he saw were grey feathers and shoes of all sorts.
Really big, intimating shoes that were even closer then they appeared-
He felt something warm carefully clasp his body then cradle him, causing Harry to shift his eyes to the sight in shock and disorientation.
"Hey buddy, are you alright?"
Was, this person crooning to him? Really?
Harry shifted himself unsteadily, what had feathers but no arms and could fit in the palm of someone's hand?
Some type of bird maybe?
Harry hesitantly tried to speak, but what came out instead of words were light, slightly high pitched bird call.
"Well, it looks like your wings are fine, I wondered what happened to you, poor little guy…"
Shifting onto his stomach carefully, Harry used his head to push himself into a somewhat upright position.
He felt unsteady, as though his body far outweighed what the strength in his legs, and it felt as though he had another limb stemming from the base of his spine.
Tail feathers, his 'arms' were wings then and this thing attached to his face that functioned like his mouth would've must be his beak.
"Alright, it looks like you've got half your mind back so-"
Harry felt the hand lifting him lower and with a slight panic flared his wings just as he was tossed recklessly in the air.