Salvator Eius Alatum
The Transformation
Emerald eyes snapped open as the first chime of the clock striking midnight echoed in the darkness. Fire burned through his veins and set his limbs alight. Skin melted and bubbled, morphing and splitting. Bones cracked and snapped, reshaping and strengthening. Flesh ripped and tore, giving way to the immense pressures of an unknown magic. Screams pierced the night and hung in the air long after blackness once again swallowed the consciousness of the young man hidden away in the smallest room of the now silent house.
The first thing Harry noticed when he woke that morning was that everything was crystal clear. Clearer than his too old, scratched up glassed could ever make it. The second thing was the great, shining, black wings that protruded from his back and towered over him, dominating the room. It was odd he hadn't noticed them first, but after needing glasses to see anything more than a fuzzy coloured shape his entire life, he could now see the dust on the lampshade and the scratches on the wall, something he had always longed for. The breeze on his wings and the exposed skin of his torso made him wonder if anything else had changed last night. He let out a shocked gasp when he saw himself in the mirror. His hair had grown impossibly darker, matching the deep, almost void like black of his wings. It now shone and fell in a shimmering curtain down to the small of his back. His eyes glowed brightly and his skin no longer held the deep purple-grey, bruised like circles around his eyes, or the sallow tint that came from exhaustion and malnutrition. He had grown several inches and now stood around 6'3''. His muscles were larger and more pronounced, his body more toned.
Emotions, previously absent in his state of shock, flooded his body and flitted through his mind. Fascination. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Sadness. Longing. Finally settling on determination. He watched, enraptured in how swirling patterns rose and pulsed against his skin, the colour changing with his mood. He didn't know what he was yet, nor why nobody had told him of his inheritance when surely someone knew, but he was going to find out.