16 year old Harry Potter sat on his worn down bed on Number 4 Privet Drive. His emerald green eyes was set on the small window, his face blank and free from emotions. He glanced to his right where a small clock was standing, noting that it was mere minutes left before he would become 17 years old and get a magical boost. He could also do apparation and do magic without getting expelled from school anymore. And the best of all, he would also be able to acces his family vault, and that was something he had wanted since he had heard of it from a hushed discussion between two teachers.
As before, no one wanted Harry to know what was going on. Ron and Hermoine had started to avoid him somewhat since they started dating at the end of last school year, and they always became silent when he entered the same room. He knew there were alot of things he wasn't told, and it irritated him to no ends. As several years before, he had litterally begged the Headmaster on his bare knees not to send him back to the Dursleys, but Dumbledore had once again decided not to listen and told him that it was for his own safety. Harry snorted at that. His was as safe here as in Riddle Manor, as the sick madman had used his own blood for the resurection ritual in fourth year.
Over the summer, Harry had to do chores as usual, but the Dursleys now left him more alone than before, as he was soon grown up and could move out of there. One good thing he had discovered recently was that growing his hair out was making it alot easier to tame. It now reached to his shoulders, although he usually had it in a low ponytail with a leather string.
He once again glanced at the clock, the red shining letter telling him that it would be any sencond now. Suddenly, the letters changed and Harry felt a surge of power rush through him, making his skin tingle with energy. A prickling sensation started at his toes and grew upwards, feeling like small needels punctured his skin as it crawled ocer his legs, abdomen, chest and arms and finall up in his face, tickling softly like electricity.
Then he noticed he started levitating of the bed, shadows crawling out from every corner of his room and swirled around him like small wisps, whispering silently, but he couldn't get out what they were saying. He could feel power surging through his body, his soul and core. His eyes stung slightly, then it was gone, and he floated back down to the bed. As he sat down, noticed that his sight was blurry and moved a hand up to clean his glasses. But when he took them of, his eyesight was sharp as that of a falcon. He stood up and walked over to a full size mirror on the closet door, one he had found in a container down the street quite recently. What he saw made him gasp and stare at the reflection, not quite beliving.
His hair had grown very much longer than earlier, now reaching down to his midback, straight and silky. His ears was longer and ended in sharper tips, like an elfs. The hand me downs he had gotten from Dudley sat even worse on him now as he seemed to have grown an inch or two in just seconds. He was about 6'1 now, and his looks were sharper and more defined than before. He looked at his hands and noticed that his nails also had grown. They were purely black and looked sharp as razors. He grinned slightly at his new looks and then noticed that he had small fangs also. He then noticed one thing that made him stare even more, his eyes. They were still green as before, but he now had a small circle of silver linging around his pupil.
He was brought out of his thoughts from a tapping on the window, turning around and noticing three owls were there and wanted to get inside. He walked over and opened the window up, letting the fly in and land on his bed, dropping of their letters and apparently some presents. That was a suprise, he hadn't expected anything this year from anyone. He gave each of them a treat and let them of, but one insisted on staying put, maybe wanting a reply. He sat down on the bed, making it creak. He picked up one letter and saw that it was from Remus, making him smile faintly as he opened it carefully, reading the contents.
Hello Cub!
I wish you a very happy birthday and it saddens me that I can't be there with you at the time, but I will come and get you later on today around 2pm, so be ready and packed, because you are moving out from there forever. I don't care what Dumbledore says anymore, you are a legal wizard now and we will get you a better place to stay at, trust my word on that. I won't se my family suffer like you do there with those Muggles. I have several things here with me that is from Sirius to, things he wanted you to have when you come of age. I will not reveal my location as it could be dangerous, I will explain why later. We will talk later cub, remember that you are precious to me and don't do anything stupid, not until I am there at least.
Hugs from Remus
Harry read the letter once again and then couldn't help but to smile. He was finally getting out of here, being able to live where he wanted. He wanted to jump and scream for joy, but it was still in the middle of the night, no good doing that now. He placed the letter down and took another one up, this one being from Luna Lovegood, as he recognized the stars and moons all over the envelope. He had befriended Luna last year, or maybe it was the opposite, he wasn't sure, but they had talked alot about different things over the year and Harry felt that he could trust her. He opened up the letter and read it with a small smile.
Hello Shade
Happy birthday to you and see you later in the day, belive me, we will in some way, I just know. I hope the present will come to use, I found it yesterday and just knew it was for you. The moon has been sad tonight, I hope it will get better later on when the stars are joining. Snakes are getting restless this year, the head seems to have been chopped of lately. Lions are as oblivious as ever and Ravens are gathering more information. Badgers stay loyal, so don't worry to much, things will spin around just like a spoon in a teacup. See you Shade!
Harry snorted and chuckled silently. Trust Luna to send him riddles as usual, but some of the things she wrote he understood, although he was a bit miffed over it. Snakes losing their head? That could only mean that Slytherin had lost their leader, but Malfoy was their leader, wasn't he? What had happened to get such a rise? And that Gryffindor was with their heads up in the clouds didn't suprise him the least, they had always hid behind him for protection, only Neville being there with him for support. Sure, Ron and Hermoine had helped him sometimes in the early years, but they always counted on him for the dirty work.
He picked up the package that had followed with Luna's letter. It was cube shaped and about the size of his fist, wrapped upp in dark green paper and silver strings attached. Was that her sense of humor spooking again? He noticed that it weighed almost nothing, only making him more curious. He unwrapped it slowly, untying the silverstrings and placing them on the bedcover, then the paper.
The box was made of some strange see through material, and he would have guseed glass if it hadn't been for the strange weight. The box felt cool in his hand and the material was slightly blurry, but he could see that it was something inside. He opened up the lid slowly and noticed a thin silver chain which had a thumb size pure crystal attached to it, like a necklace. He picked it up and examineded it in awe, it was beautiful. He placed it over his head and clapsed the lock shut, making the chain glow eerily and adjust in size around his neck, making the crystal rest just below his throath. It felt cool against his skin and oddly comforting. He placed the box back on his bed and then noticed a small not in the box also. He picked it up and read it, noting that it was from Luna also.
Shade This is an old relic from the time of Merlin, it's called a Collector. It can be used to tap your own or others magic into for storage. Could be good as and energy boost if you are weak or something. I found it in an old Muggle shop and the seller just wanted to get rid of it, lucky you. I just felt that you should have it, I don't know why. Use it well, see you Shade.
Harry smiled faintly and then crumpled the note and placed it on the bed, he was going to burn it later. He then picked up the next letter and looked at the envelope carefully. It was not normal parchment, that he was sure of. It was softer and stronger at the same time, which ment expensive. The handwriting was very elegant which made him stop and think a little. He could feel different types of magic coming from the envelope, no one that would hurt him though, it seemed as there was protection and illusion spells. All this pointed to someone who was well endowed, was skilled and trained in neat writing and wanted to be very quiet about all this. It all seemed so... Slyhterin.
He suddenly grinned and carefully unsealed it, breaking the wax seal slowly and looked at the letter. However, the page was blank with a small note folded inside. He opened it and read the contents.
If this letter is asigned to you, all you have to do is let a drop of your blood drop onto the parchment and the text will appear. I can't let this come into the wrong hands. Check it for spells and curses before you do anything. I have put one illusion, one truth and one protection spell on this. If there are more, be very carefull.
Harrys face turned into a stern frown but he held the letter in one hand. He didn't know why, but he slowly held his other palm over the letter, letting it's magic connect with him. He could feel it there, the three spells that had been mentioned, but there was two more. He concentrated and then felt that the intentions of theese spells were not good and one was a copy spell, probably writing the appearing text somewhere else when he applied blood. He swore silently as he thought about all people trying to control and monitor him everywhere. He would not allow that anymore. Not ever again.
His magic was starting to react to the paper and his eyes thinned a little as he saw faint threads of pure magic lift from the paper, going straight into his hand. He could feel himself absorb the two spells erasing them completly from the parchment. He looked at his palm in amazement and then back at the paper. He had to read up on his heritage later, he guessed some kind of elf, but didn't know much about it.
He knicked one finger with another nail and slowly let one drop of his blood to fall onto the parchment. It turned black almost emediatly and was absorbed. The paper glowed faintly before neat writing started to appear.
Greetings Potter
I hope you know what you are doing and that you succeded in clearing the letter of any tracing and/or copy spells. I sent this by normal mail so I would assume that the people that keep you under watch will check through it. Anyway, I have a proposition for you. We have been fighting since first year at Hogwarts and we are soon fully grown up. A madman is on the loose and is planning on eradicating the Muggle race completly, I say that rather work together than place problems in each others way, don't you agree? Don't get me wrong however. I wan't an alliance with YOU, not this Order of yours or anyone else, only YOU. I trust the old fool at school as much as I trust a starved dragon. And I know me and my family have treated you bad all this years, and I wouldn't be suprised of you say no to all this, but I hope you will at least think about it. I however want a reply from you as soon as possible. My own owl Tetris will wait, and don't worry about her, she is under my own made Illusion spell, she won't be discovered. I will wait for your reply. And by the way, happy birthday.
Draco Malfoy
Harry held the letter in one hand and then placed it down on the bed, thinking. He had guessed the letter was from Malfoy, but it was still a bit hard to swallow. He knew the git had a point, an alliance would be good, and Malfoy had many things and connections that he didn't. And truth to be told, he was dead tired of the useless fighting, it was only a waste of energy and time. Sure, he wasn't going to forgive him and the rest of the Malfoys anytime soon, of that he was sure. He would never forget what they had done to him, and such things were to be counted for and Harrys trust was hard to earn. He chewed on his bottom lip slightly and then made a descision. He took the same parchment the letter had been written on and turned it to the other side. Then he started writing a reply, writing his thoughts and descicion carefully and a small note for Malfoy to read at the bottom in normal ink, clearly seen for everyone. When he was finished he folded it nicely and tied it to the waiting owls leg. Before it took of, he spelled it with a notice me not charm, a strong one, so no one would see where the letter was heading. He then noticed that he had done so with only his hand, no wand or spellincarnation. He had to look this up later to it seemed.
After the owl took of, he closed the window and then looked back at the bed and noticed two small packages still being unopened. One which was shrinked he recognized was from Mrs Weasly, containing lots of food and a book about the latest broom models. He smiled and reminded himself to thank her later on. Even if Ron had abandoned him, Mrs Weasly was still sending him food and things through. Which ment that if the others wanted, they surely could. Harry frowned and placed the box on his bedside table, which consisted of a small worn chair. Better than nothing at least.
He picked up the other and noticed that it was a small cube shaped box clad in silver velvet, about the same size as the box Luna had placed the necklace in. He opened it carefully and gasped at the ornate silver bracelet that was inside. It was in a celtic style and looked like the silver was braided carefully by hand into this masterpiece. In the center two snakes were intwined with eachother, and in theirs jaws was a green emerald in the size of his thumbnail. He held the bracelet up in one hand and examined it, tracing the complex swirls in the metal with his fingers. It was cool to his touch and emitted powerful magic of some sort. He placed it on his left wrist and it shrunk to right size, glowing dimly in the dark room. He could feel the magic pulse through him, apparently recognizing him in some way, although it felt nice.
He stood up and stretched, some bones and joints popping back into place. He picked up the letters and things and placed them on his chair, then stripped down to nothing and climbed into bed, thinking he might as well get some sleep before meeting up with Remus later in the day. And, he was pretty sure that he had some chores to do in the morning anyway.
He pulled the sheet up to his hip as it was pretty warm in the room and closed his eyes, still thinking about the letter that Malfoy had sent him, which made him think of Malfoy instead. He had to admit, the git wasn't a pain to the eyes. Flawless pale skin, stormy grey eyes, smooth exterior and good god that silk looking hair. Apparently he had let it grow last year as it reached down to his shoulders last time he had seen him on the train back to London, and sometimes he had it in a low ponytail. In those moments, Harry had just wanted to walk up and rake his hands through those shiny locks to see if it was so soft that it looked.
And yes, Harry had known for some time that he played for the other team, or at least that he was bisexual. For very long time, he hadn't found any girl that made him intrested, and not many guys either, but some at least. And Malfoy was one of them. And he didn't just want Malfoy for his looks. Sure, he was a pure Adonis in looks, but also his way of moving, talking and even the way he acted made Harry think dirty thoughts. Sure, he had been a real ass sometimes against him, but in someway, it made Harry respect him, as he wasn't as weak as the others who whispered about him behind his back. Right there and then, Harry grinned and made a mental picture of him in his mind. That smooth pale chest with wiry but strong muscles, his hair falling down slick against his skin as water cascaded down over that soft skin, flowing down to his flat stomach and further. Harry could feel himself growing hard at the thought and groaned low in his throath, almost sounding like a growl. He moved his right hand down from his side to trace over his stomach in a teasing patterns, not really touching, making him shiver. He imagined Malfoy taunting him as he usually did, how his eyes often thinned and the way he smirked, moving his hand futher down now to grasp his rock hard cock, fisting it slowly with a low groan. Slowly and teasingly, the imagination got more and more vivid, making him speed up his moves more and more. He panted heatedly and he imagined Malfoy going down on him, that sweet touge doing things he only dreamed of. That last thing made Harry cum hard into his own hand and over his stomach as the sheet had ridden down from his movements. He panted and a thin sheet of sweat was lingering over his skin. He waved his hand over the mess and saw it dispersing into nothingness, then closed his eyes for sleep. Tomorrow could get pretty intresting.