AN: This will be a crossover between Harry Potter, Avengers and Pokemon and I do not own any of those.

You do not have to really know anything about Pokemon other than they're creatures who have special abilities. That's it.

This will end up being Thor/Harry/Loki.

Harry woke up one morning with wings. He slowly opened his eyes, yawned and felt something squirm underneath him. He started a little, wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead and ran a hand through his hair then sat up. He heard fluttering noises behind him then turned to look behind him. His eyes widened and he gaped at what he saw and... felt.

There were wings behind him. Silvery green and blue translucent wings. Wings that were attached to his back, in between his shoulder blades. They were shimmery in quality but they also looked sturdy, like they definitely could support him.

"What the fuck..."

Harry was pretty sure that he hadn't had wings before he had gone to sleep last night. He could also feel plenty of sweat on his back too, like whatever had transformed him had taken a lot of energy. Now that he noticed that, he realized that he didn't feel as refreshed in the morning like he usually did. He turned to glance around his room, Dudley's second bedroom that the Dursleys had given up to him, and saw multiple pieces of furniture floating or in different places than they had been last night.

Hedwig's cage was all the way towards the door, with the owl herself perching on his bed. Hedwig chirped at him, almost sounding a little bewildered.

"I feel the same way, girl," Harry replied quietly, hoping that whatever had transpired during the night hadn't woken his aunt and her husband. It was worse enough that he occasionally woke them when he had nightmares and now... He didn't know what he was going to do when they saw his wings. Hedwig trilled then hopped over to sit in between his legs. Harry brought up a hand to stroke her feathers causing her to lean into his hand. "What am I?"

Hedwig looked up at him then nipped his finger.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

He glared at her and watched as she hopped off of the bed and toddled over to the door. "You want me to follow you? Are you crazy? What if my aunt and uncle see me?"

Hedwig continued to look at him from the door, lifting a wing curiously to point out to the hallway.

"Fine, I'll follow you. Just... could you check to see if they're awake?" Harry muttered, carefully getting up. His wings fluttered before stilling behind his back. Hedwig hopped forward into the hall then trilled at him.

Harry took a few steps before stopping. "How the hell am I suppose to walk with these? They're sure not going to fit through the door."

Hedwig glanced at him, extended one of her own wings. Harry watched her as his owl bent a wing then tucked it into her side. "That's suppose to work for me too?"

Hedwig chirped affirmatively.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes and then abruptly opened them. "I can feel them!"

He could feel the... his wings. And how sore his back was. He grimaced and hesitantly raised one of them then bent it towards his back. He nudged the other one into his back too, then peered behind him, feeling his eyes widen. Both wings were tucked into his back, still, but for the occasional twitch.

"Hedwig, I may need to send a letter to Padfoot with another owl when we get back to Hogwarts," Harry commented, still staring at the wings. He reached out a hand behind him to lightly touch the feathers of his wings and shivered at the feel of them sliding through his fingers. It felt like there were dozens of little nerve endings in each wing bone and then much smaller nerves in each feather.

Hedwig gave an annoyed sending chirp and mantled a little.

"I know," Harry retorted, watching Hedwig as she hopped out of the room. "You hate when I use another owl. You know I can't afford to use you if I send a letter to him."

Harry followed her, glanced at the bedroom door where his aunt and uncle slept, then strode into the bathroom. Hedwig was already on the counter and preening. "You would be noticed too easily."

Hedwig raised one of her wings and pointed at the mirror. Harry turned to look into the mirror and gasped. His eyes had changed and he only now realized that he had forgotten his glasses. As of now though, he didn't need them. He could see clearly enough, even a little better than when he wore glasses. His green eyes were now flecked with silver and his skin was a lot more healthier looking.

He was also taller and he didn't look as malnourished as he usually did. He figured he was at least six feet tall now, a more normal height for a 15 year old.

His scar was still there, as always. He didn't really expect it to be gone anytime soon. Not when Voldemort had a body now. His hair was longer, almost reaching down to his shoulders. It also had strands of silver through it, like whatever had happened to him had... Harry sighed. "What the fuck happened to me?"

Hedwig looked up at him then looked back at the mirror, trilling at him quietly.

"I guess there was creature blood somewhere in the Potter bloodline. Hedwig, you didn't see anything happen to me last night, right? Or someone coming in through the window?"

Hedwig shook her head, wings fluttering a little.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, it's not like I'm going to go back to sleep now. Let's go outside, avoid the heat later. My relatives won't be up for a while. It's only six am."

Hedwig glared at him.

Harry glared back. "I'll be careful!"

Hedwig continued to glare at him.

"I know Voldemort came back! I know that! I hate being stuck in here! None of my friends are writing to me either. It's like everything's happening while I'm not there. What if they're all dead?!"

"POTTER!"

Harry sighed again and felt his new... wings rustle behind his back. "I'm going out. You coming?"

Hedwig stared at him then took off of the counter and alit on Harry's shoulder. They walked out of the bathroom and stopped when Harry's uncle came out of the room. Vernon stopped in his tracks and stared at him, eyes going to the new appendages attached to Harry's back.

"FREAK!" Vernon exclaimed, eyes widening. His face turned red and he opened his mouth, ready to yell at Harry and wake Petunia and Dudley.

Harry groaned and wished that Vernon could forget what he saw. He wished that he could do magic outside of school. The windows in the hallway beyond him rattled for a second before he saw Vernon's eyes glaze over and he turned as if in a daze and walked back into his and Petunia's room.

Harry's eyes widened and heard Hedwig chirp curiously. "Was that... me?"

Logically, he realized that if he had done magic outside of school, he would receive a letter expelling him from school in a few minutes. But as time went by and ten minutes later, he had yet to receive a letter, he started to grin. He had just wished that Vernon could forget what he had just seen and his uncle had. "Am I suddenly an expert in wandless magic? Hedwig, I need answers."

And to maybe not alert everyone in the neighborhood about his new appendages. Or his new looks. "Hmm..."

Harry glanced over to his bedroom and wished for his invisibility cloak and waited until it appeared in front of him. He grinned again and took it from the air and placed it around him and Hedwig. Before he left the house though, he glanced over at Vernon and Petunia's room then Dudley's room and sighed. He stared at his own room before wishing that no one would be able to enter his room except him or Hedwig.

There was a glimmer of magic that flowed from him and encompassed the door to his room, glowing blueish green briefly before going back to normal.

"Now where to get answers?" Harry spoke under his breath as he wandered through the neighborhood. The sun was just beginning to rise, causing the clouds in the sky to be a pink color. Hedwig was flying little loops above him, chirping to other birds that were just waking. "I could try to get to wherever Padfoot is..."

He heard a thump behind him and turned to look. He didn't see anyone or anything so he just continued walking. "But I don't know how to apparate."

Hedwig chirped at him and flew down to him, landing on his shoulder.

"You think I can?"

Hedwig nodded and nuzzled against his face. He raised one of his own wings to curl around her and she trilled happily. His wing instantly felt tired, a little weak at the slow, deliberate movement. If these were permanent, he probably would need to train his muscles more. Maybe even train the rest of his body. At this point, it would be helpful to be strong and fast when he was going up against Voldemort.

He closed his eyes and thought of Sirius and wished that both himself and Hedwig were right where Sirius was.

When they landed next, Harry started and immediately blushed, cheeks reddening. They had landed right in Sirius' bedroom, wherever his godfather was. But Sirius wasn't the only person in the room. Remus was in bed on top of Sirius and they were... Harry quickly pulled off his cloak and fled the room, shutting the door behind him. The next thing Harry heard through the door was a yelp and then grumbling.

"Harry?"

Harry laughed nervously and Hedwig started to chirp, sounding amused. Harry glared at her and then turned to look at the door when it opened. Sirius was now clothed, just in a loose shirt and pants.

"Pup, it's good to see you," Sirius exclaimed, drawing him into a hug. Hedwig took off from his shoulder and Harry let himself be drawn into an embrace.

"It's good to see you too," Harry replied, wings twitching on his back.

"Sirius..." Harry trailed off, cheeks still red. He hadn't particularly wanted to see any of that and now he wanted something to make him forget the last few minutes.

Sirius snorted then his eyes widened. "You have... wings?"

"Yeah, they're... new. What am I?" Harry asked, hearing Remus move around in the bedroom beyond the door. He could also hear movement from somewhere below, letting him know that his hearing had increased as well.

"Hey, Moony!"

"Where am I?" Harry asked belatedly, glancing around the house or what he assumed to be a house. It was dark and gloomy and reeked of dark magic almost.

"You are in the most illustrious house of Black," Sirius explained, mock proud. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "This was my mother's house. Grimmauld Place."

"Your mother's?"

"Yeah. Delightful woman," Sirius muttered, eyes going over Harry's new wings and features.

Harry was about to reply when Remus came through the door and stopped beside Sirius. Remus' cheeks were red when he finally looked at Harry briefly before glancing at Sirius.

"Harry? I'm sorry about-"

"Remus, it's okay, mostly," Harry interrupted, grinning. "Just... uh... let's not have that happen ever again."

Sirius snorted again. "Moony, look. He has wings."

Remus peered over at Harry, eyes widening. "You wished yourself here, didn't you?"

"Yeah... what am I?"

"You're a fae," Remus explained thoughtfully. "James was one."

"My father wasn't human?" Harry repeated, eyes widening.

Sirius sighed. "No, he wasn't."

"Only we knew about it," Remus said, gesturing for Harry to follow them. Hedwig flew back to land on Harry's shoulder and chirped happily. "He was secretive about it and only told a select few people."

"Your wings look awesome," Sirius commented as they walked through a hallway.

"I thought inheritances would only come at 16?" Harry asked as they came to a set of stairs. "I'm only fifteen."

Sirius glanced at him then at Remus. Harry glanced between them, smelling something in the air that he wasn't sure of. "Inheritances can sometimes come after traumatic experiences. Your magic probably sensed that it was time, that becoming a fae would help in the battles to come."

"Remus, do you know how I can make my wings invisible?" Harry asked as he heard voices downstairs. "I don't want other people to know that this happened."

Sirius crossed his arms and looked Harry over. "You should probably hide your face and hair too, if you don't want anyone else knowing."

"James told me about a glamour that he used," Remus offered hesitantly, looking between the two of them. "I could probably teach you. There are also books that he read since he was the last one."

"Wait... the last one?" Harry echoed. "The last fae?"

Sirius nodded. "The Potter line is the last bloodline of the fae as Prongs said."

"So I have to do this all on my own?" Harry questioned, starting to pace in the hallway. He heard the voices of Hermione and Ron down below and smiled slightly. He had really missed his friends over the summer and their letters hadn't said anything about the current wizarding news. Or anything really. They had just said hi and had proceeded to write the equivalent of small talk.

"No, you have us. James had us as well," Remus said. "We'll help."

"Was it like this... for him as well?" Harry asked.

"Like what?" Sirius asked.

"I... When I went out into the hallway back in Privet Drive, my uncle woke up. I kind of... wished him back to sleep? And he did? Is that how my father was?"

Sirius and Remus exchanged glances before looking back at Harry.

"I believe so," Remus replied. "He didn't explain it quite that way but yes. It's a kind of wandless magic."

"He once made a doll come to life," Sirius said, grinning at the memory. "It was the funniest thing I had ever seen."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A doll? You mean..."

"Yeah, a child's doll."