This is my first fanfic!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
WARNING: This will contain slash later on.
This has been edited for mistakes and such.
Chapter One
A Painful Surprise
"Defeating Voldemort in your sixth year, a full year before your inheritance, is remarkable, Harry!" Remus stated proudly.
"You should expect a wonderful inheritance," Dumbledore had said, his blue eyes twinkling wildly.
"I remember mine; it's an amazing thing," Sirius said.
What's wonderful about feeling like your skin is slowly being peeled off! Harry thought. What's amazing about feeling as though there's hellfire coursing through your veins! A gift? A gift my arse! This fucking SUCKS!
Harry was laying in his bed at the Dursley's; it was his last night there because he would be considered an adult in the eyes of the wizarding community. Even though he was experiencing the worst pain he had ever felt, even when he had been under multiple Crucios, the thought of never seeing the Dursleys again was uplifting. That thought had almost pushed the pain entirely to the back of his mind; until it increased ten-fold that is. It felt as if every bone in his body was shattering, splintering, and shifting over and over again never ceasing in their repetition.
Throughout the entire duration of the pain's presence, he didn't allow one sound to pass through his lips in fear of the consequences that his uncle would bring down upon him. Vernon had already laid scars upon his body and Harry didn't wish for anymore before he could leave this "house".
After what felt like an eternity, the pain slowly started to fade and he welcomed the darkness that followed.
Thousands of miles away, in the underground part of a magnificent school, in a chamber called Cerebro. A man named Charles Xavier was informed of a new mutant coming into their powers. Harry James Potter. Age: 17 Mutant Level: Unknown. Location: England
Harry slowly woke to his aunt banging on his door, yelling for him to get up and prepare their breakfast. He was slow to rise and his mind was still cloudy with sleep. The first thing he realized was that he could see in, maybe more than, perfect clarity. He stood and walked to his dresser to grab some clean clothes, he froze in front of his mirror.
Slowly, Harry raised a hand to his face and was stunned when the being in the mirror did the same. But no, it wasn't just any being, it was him and his newly inherited status quo. His hair was now pin straight and hung down with midnight blue and scarlet tints in the light like a perfect blend of dancing fire and water, his emerald eyes were now surrounded by thick, dark lashes, and the somewhat tan and slight visage of muscles that he had acquired from playing quid ditch had been replaced by moonlight pale ivory skin and a lithe figure. He also noticed that he had gone from being an average five feet nine inches to a petite five feet three inches tall and that he facial features had gone from being a standard handsome to a an other worldly feminine beauty.
I look like a bloody girl! Why the hell do I look like a bloody bleeding female?
The memories of the night before flooded back into his mind like a damn breaking. The pain of the inheritance and then the knowledge of the freedom that came with it. The freedom from the Dursleys but mainly the freedom from his uncle and the beatings that came with living here. He was elated, despite t his new feminine appearance he was excited about his inheritance and what it meant. He flashed his reflection a brilliant smile and turned to grab his wand. He waved it at open his trunk and put away his things but all that happen was a few sparks sputtering from the end. Instead of worrying about it, he out it down and waved his hand in wandless magic opening the trunk and for all of his supplies piled neatly inside, then he waved his hands over his too large clothes, from the day before, and transfigured them into a deep scarlet silk button up shirt, black skin tight leather pants, and black leather combat boots. He dug around in his desk drawer for a string or rubber band but found s long crimson ribbon to tie at the base of his neck.
Loud footsteps thundered up the stairs toward Harry's bedroom door. Quickly, he transfigured one of his over-sized shirts into a long, black form fitting trench coat that clung to his torso and waist and flowed down to his feet, an inch above the ground; it also had a hood. Then he shrunk his truck, stuffed it into a pocket, and calmly sat on the edge of his bed to wait for his uncle to open the door. He could have done it himself, but he didn't want to ruin his newly untraced status just yet.
A meaty fist pounded on his bedroom door, "BOY! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN THERE AND MAKE OUR BREAKFAST OR SO HELP ME I'LL GIVE A FEW THINGS TO REMIND YOU TO WAKE UP AND LISTEN, YOU LITTLE FREAK!" Vernon shouted.
Harry could hear the clicks of all the locks been unlocked by Vernon's pudgy fingers. the door flew open, slamming into the wall, his uncle stood there in all his purple faced glory. When his eyes landed on Harry, the purple drained from his face and he stood there frozen with his mouth hanging open.
"You're going to catch flies if you leave your mouth hanging open like that uncle." Harry was inwardly shocked at the sound of his voice; it sounded like the shimmering of bells but was in no way weak.
Vernon was stilled staring wide eyed with his jaw dropped. Bored of his silence, Harry stood and strode passed his uncle, "While this 'conversation' has been so enlightening, I have to go. Goodbye Uncle Vernon." He walked down the stairs headed for the front door when heard his Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley complaining. Opening the door he called back, "Your going to learn to have to make your own food, since you've probably forgotten how to with me cooking it for years." He walked out, closing the door, and didn't look back as he made his way to the Leaky Cauldron.
Walking to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry received many cat calls and wolf whistles for many muggle men. By the time he made it to the Leaky Cauldron, he had his hood up to hide his face from calls and whistles as well as to hide his blush. He walked straight to through the tavern to the brick wall out back and quickly entered Diagon Alley.
Harry was wandering around aimlessly until he passed a relatively new looking pet shop called Fantastical Familiars. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked in. Everywhere he looked was a different animal, some were exotic and mythical and while others were not as exotic but still beautiful. A woman looked up from the counter, "Do you need any help in find anything?"
He shook his head, "That's alright. I'd prefer to just look around."
Harry made his way toward the back of the store, passing a wide assortment of animals. He bypassed the birds, feeling it would be like he was trying to replace Hedwig, who had disappeared during the final battle. No one had recalled seeing her die nor had they found her body; she had simply never returned.
Looking over the cages, he stopped in front of a large, snow-white viper that could have easily been mistaken for a small boa. It lifted its deep amber eyes to Harry's emerald. The light on the snake's scales were giving it a soft silvery glow.
Harry smiled softly, "Hello."
"A speaker!" the snake hissed excitedly.
Harry nodded, "Yes. Would you like to leave here with me?"
"Leave the not seen walls of this lovely cage?" The snake asked sarcastically.
Harry laughed at its dripping sarcasm. He straightened up and beckoned the woman to the back.
"Did you find something you'd like, Sir?"
"Yes, I'd like to buy this beautiful snake."
"The Glacial Serpent? Are you sure? She's quite expensive, Sir."
"Money is no problem." He said stiffly
"Very well then, Sir. Will that be all?"
"No, I think I'm going to look around for a bit more."
"Of course, just tell me when you've found something else or just come to the front counter." She lifted the tank and walked toward the front of the store.
Harry walked further into the store until he came upon a very large, and very dark, barred cage. He gently reached out his magic to brush against whatever creature was being held within the deeply shadowed cage. The impression he felt was one of a strong but greatly lonely creature. Slowly, he approached the cage and knelt down in front of it. He kept brushing his magic against the creature, sending it warmth and comfort. The shadows inside the cage sluggishly receded, until all that was left inside was a large, ebony male wolf sitting at the back of the cage. His eyes were a dark, stormy gray flecked with gold and held a strong impression of great intellect.
In the softest voice he could muster he asked, "Would you like to leave here? To leave with me?"
Understanding flashed in the stormy depths, and for a few moments he simply sat there observing Harry. Suddenly, the wolf stood and walked toward Harry. Harry smiled and called the woman back again.
"I'd like to buy this wolf along with the Glacial Serpent."
"You have very expensive tastes, Sir. This is a Shadow Wolf. Some historians believe they are the descendants of either Fenrir, Odin's wolves, or a mixture of both."
Harry arched an uninterested eyebrow, stood, and walked up front to the counter where the Glacial Serpent was curled in her tank.
The woman walked up a few moments later, leading the Shadow Wolf by thick chain leash. She handed him the leash and rang up the prices of his purchases, "That'll be 10,736 galleons, 12 sickles, and 3 knuts, Sir."
He handed her his Gringotts card, "Would you like any others items for your snake's tank, Sir?"
Harry opened the lid of the tank and reached in, allowing the silvery-white serpent to climb up his arm and come to rest around his shoulders, Actually, I'd prefer not to have a tank at all." He then proceeded to bend down and unhook the wolf's leash. "You can keep this too."
Harry walked out of the shop with a Glacial Serpent on his shoulders, a Shadow Wolf closely and silently trailing behind him, and leaving a shocked silent shop keeper behind them.
"Do you have a name, icy one?"
"No, I do not have a name. I have been in that cage for as long as I can remember."
"Would you allow me to name?"
She flicked her tongue across his cheek, "I would like that very much!"
Harry thought for a moment, "How about Lavi? It means 'protector'."
"I love it!"
Harry chuckled at her excitement. He turned his head to the side to glance back at the Shadow Wolf, "Would you allow me to name you as well?"
The wolf raised his eyes to Harry's and gave a short nod. Harry smiled, "Alright, how about Zev? It means 'wolf'." The wolf looked to be thinking it over before he gave another short nod.
Harry smiled softly, "Alright, now that we have that covered. I need to find a way to get to Hogwarts so that I can talk Dumbledore about my wand acting weird…and this new look too."
Harry had walked around for about an hour until he had, surprisingly, stumbled upon McGonagall. He had explain his situation to her and asked to be taken to Dumbledore. She had immediately done so by apparating them, along with Lavi and Zev, to the outskirts of Hogsmeade. She had then proceeded to drag through the small village onto the castle grounds and up to the Headmasters office. Entering the office, Harry was met with the smiling, eye twinkling Dumbledore.
"Harry, my dear boy, what a delightful surprise! Care for a lemon drop?"
"No thank you, Professor. I'm here because I very much need to speak with you." He said in a serious tone.
"Please, call me Albus as I am no longer your professor. Now, what is it that you need?"
"Well, for one, when I woke up this morning I looked like this and two, my wand doesn't work or more like it refuses to work for me."
"Do you mean it work correctly?"
Harry shook his head, "No, I mean it won't work at perform any magic at all."
For the first time since Harry had Albus and his all knowing twinkle he looked stunned. After a few silent moments Albus cleared his throat; Zev pressed closer to Harry's legs and Lavi tightened her hold on Harry's shoulders.
"Are you still able to access your magic?"
"Yeah, but it's more than just wandless, wordless magic."
Albus looked perplexed, "What do you mean my dear boy?"
"It's like…well, you know how you have to tap into your magical core to perform any type of magic? How it's kind of like an entirely separate part of you?" Albus inclined his head thoughtfully. "It doesn't feel that way to me anymore. It feels like it's just me, not a separate part."
The damned twinkle was back, "So your Inheritance consisted of your new more…soft appearance, you wand refusing to work in any way, and your new oneness with your magic. Have you tried your Animagi forms?"
"I think you mean Animagus form, Albus."
"No, I don't believe I do." His eyes were twinkling like mad.
Harry sighed, "I should've known you would know."
Albus' smile widened, "Just a lucky guess," Yeah right. "Your Tundra Wolf if beautiful. If I may ask, what is your other Animagus?"
Harry was silent for several long moments before he mumbled, "It's a black and green Phoenix."
"Fascinating! We really must see what you can do now that you've come into your Inheritance; starting with your Animagi. But, perhaps it would be best if we moved into a larger room."
It only took a little over an hour to test the possibilities of Harry's Animagi forms. They had found out that he could manifest attributes of his forms while he was in his human form and a few while he was in his wolf form. When either a wolf or human, he could summon his Phoenix wings which were a good sixteen feet from wing tip to wing tip, he could cry healing tears in both forms, and he had an enthralling singing voice as a human; they had also learned that he had other talents as well. He had fast healing abilities and he could hear thoughts without using Legilimens.
"Albus, is this…normal for an Inheritance?" Harry asked worriedly.
He looked deep in thought for a moment before answering, "No, my dear boy, I dare say it isn't; I have as to what may have happened, though."
"What?" Harry was getting more and more anxious.
"I believe your Inheritance, may have awakened a dormant X-gene."
For a moment Harry just started at him, "X-gene?"
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