Drabble: Stormy Thoughts (Wings of the Sun)

The rain hammered the window, making a soothing sound as Harry contemplated the things he learned that day. He could see his now unfamiliar face reflected back at him in the window he was looking at. His newly tamed hair, his new cheekbones, the very shape his face took was now an unpleasant reminder of the teenage version of the man that tried to kill him multiple times. It unsettled him quite a bit, to the point he anticipated his nightmares becoming even more disturbing when he fell asleep. The only thing he could take comfort in was, ironically enough, the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, and considering the origins of that, it was a cold comfort indeed.

Objectively, Harry understood that he would turn the heads of a lot of witches and some wizards with his looks. Unfortunately, he had to reconcile his new looks with the fact that his biological father was Tom Marvolo Riddle, the dreaded Dark Lord Voldemort. His mother was an unknown, and that would remain unless Harry asked his… father. Even if he were that desperate to know, there was no guarantee that Voldemort would even know the woman, or even suffer Harry's questions. Harry's only clues were his rather striking blue eyes and the shape of his jaw, the most obvious traits that he probably got from his mother. He let out a cynical and humorless chuckle, thinking about how he still looked just like his… father with, presumably, his mother's eyes.

This revelation pretty much rocked the foundations of his world until they crumbled. He was very lost and unsure of his very sense of self. He didn't even know if his actual name was Harry or not. Unless Voldemort found out about this new development, which he hopefully wouldn't, then Harry would be very much in the dark about that, and that was under the assumption that Voldemort knew he fathered a child. It was playing merry hell on Harry's mind, knowing that his life had been a lie.

What was worse was the reactions everyone had, well, the limited number that knew of the change anyway. It ranged from horror to shocked pity and the in between. At least Remus had shown sympathy and comfort to his plight, having some understanding of what he was going through from when he himself realized what exactly it meant to be a werewolf in Magical Britain. Harry had no shame in admitting he had latched onto Remus thanks to that, and he refused to face the others with his former professor's presence. He knew it probably wasn't the best way to handle things, but he was so lost right now he didn't care. Remus was his rock and he was sticking to him like glue.

One of the worst parts was that Ginny kept flinching at the sight of him and Dumbledore kept avoiding him after the initial shocked look upon seeing his new face. It hurt something within him to be the cause of someone to flinch away from him, and it hurt even more that the man he saw as a grandfather figure would avoid him so completely. The worst pain he felt was when he saw Sirius's hollow eyes when he realized that Harry wasn't James's son, and that James and Lily had hidden the fact that Harry wasn't their biological son from him. The broken man was now sitting in his room barely moving, only eating and drinking at the prompting of others.

Hermione tried to get across that things hadn't changed, but things had changed. What do you say to someone who finds out their parents weren't who they thought they were, and their biological parents consisted of a Dark Lord that was hellbent on killing them and an unknown woman who had had sex with said Dark Lord? Even if the woman had no idea that the man she had slept with was a murderous madman, it probably meant that she was used as a method of stress relief and Harry was the result of a mistake.

Ron just didn't know how to talk to him, neither did the rest of the Weasleys. As nice as they were, they were firm believers that the sins of the father transferred to the son, but they couldn't reconcile Harry as being as evil as his father when he was as clueless about that fact as anyone else when he had gotten to know them. They were all currently having their world views shifted immensely, and were very little help in assisting him in trying to find his equilibrium. It was just a huge muck up everywhere, and things would only get worse as time went on before they could get better.

There were a few things Harry could enjoy, his not needing glasses anymore for one. Another thing was that Snape had left him alone and couldn't insult him the usual way anymore. But Harry could admit his curiosity over the almost devastated look he could swear he saw for a split second on the man's face before he pulled a painfully blank expression on. As inconsequential as it was to think of, Harry was desperate to be distracted.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. If he wanted to get away from all this unpleasantness, why not meditate for his Animagus form. With that thought, he closed his eyes and sighed as he tried to enter the trance-like state he had accomplished before this whole mess started. Using the methods he had employed to actually make headway into his meditation, Harry slowly but surely calmed his stormy thoughts enough to go deeper into his trance, sinking closer to what he thought was his magical core in order to get some grounding in the turbulent mess that was his life.

A/N: Don't own Harry Potter.

Anyway, this is a drabble/fragment of Wings of the Sun. My inspiration for this is the story Corvus Black by Firazh.

Tell me what you think please. While there is a basic plot, with some ideas for this story, I really don't know how this would unfold. How would Voldemort react to Harry being his son? How would that have come about? Who would Harry's mother be (should she be an OC or actual character?), and how did he end up with the Potters? I really don't have any idea how this would go, so please tell me what you think.

Happy New Year. :)

P.S: For my other readers, Journeys and Lessons will be updated sometime soonish, the chapter has reached over 6000 words and still growing. I have managed to reach the last part of the chapter too, so it's only a matter of finishing it.