Disclaimer- The only thing I could claim ownership of is the plot for this story. I don't own Harry Potter and never will so don't sue. You won't get anything if you do anyway since I'm poor.

Summary

On his sixteenth birthday Harry gains not only his Magical Inheritance, but a Creature Inheritance too. The resulting magical 'explosion' destroys the wards around #4 Privet Drive and set's off every magical monitoring device in the UK. When Harry wakes up in the hospital wing he's surprised to learn that it has been three days since his birthday. He is also shocked to learn that he is the first male Lamia to reach maturity in over five hundred years. He spends the rest of the summer at Grimmuald Place sequestered in either the library or the attic learning more about how to control his new abilities and the history of Lamia. When it comes time to head to Diagon Alley for their school supplies Harry takes a little detour to Gringotts to see if they can tell him how he could be a Lamia when both his parents weren't. He learns some 'interesting' things about his family and Dumbledore to say the least. (Goes from there. Pairing yet to be determined.)[Disregards the end of OOTP]

Prologue

Harry lay on his dilapidated little bed in Dudley's second bedroom staring at the cracked alarm clock and counting down the minutes till he officially turned sixteen. In only five minutes he would be old enough in the eyes of the ministry to do magic outside of school and be able to leave the Dursleys when-ever he wanted to. Soon he wouldn't ever have to come back to this hell-hole ever again.

Four minutes...

He figured he could start by grabbing his things tonight and heading for the Leaky Cauldron. It would be more polite to wait there and not just show up on the Weasley's door-step unannounced.

Three minutes...

Though he had to admit he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to see Ron or Hermione at the moment. He'd barely had three letters from either of them since summer began and they'd all sounded rather fake.

Two minutes...

But maybe they just didn't know what to right about. Last year had been a real doozy and almost everyone had a brief brush with death. Including his own Godfather who'd almost fallen through the veil after Bellatrix Lestrange threw a stunner at him.

One minute...

What do you say to someone when their actions had nearly gotten you killed? He honestly couldn't blame them if that was their reason for avoiding him. It had been his fault that they'd all gotten hurt. All because he couldn't block his mind from Voldemort's and believed the fake vision he'd been sent by the snake faced bastard.

30 seconds...

This year he'd make sure he learned Occlumency if it was the last thing he did. He just hoped he'd be able to find someone capable of teaching him other than Snape.

15 seconds...

Not that the greasy git would ever teach him again anyway. Not after what happened with the penseive.

5 seconds...

Maybe Remus or Sirius could teach hi-

At that exact moment the clock flashed midnight and Harry's world exploded in a flash of pain and light. The house physically shuddered as the wards were ripped to shreds by his magic while several trinkets and gadgets exploded in Dumbledore's office and alarms went off in the Ministry of magic. Harry was unaware of any of this though as he hovered over his bed unconscious from the pain as his body was wrapped in streams of multi-colored light and a transformation took place.

A/N This isn't my first attempt at a HP fic but it is the first I've felt like posting. Let me know what you think of it so far and I promise I'll try to get the first chapter up soon.