Chapter 2: Is This Too much? A/N. I'm back! and with a longer chapter this time.
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Harry couldn't tell if he was alive or dead. He figured he was still breathing but he felt completely different. A soft almost bed like comforted his back. His eyes refused to open and get a look of where he was. Weight pressed into his chest making him feel as if he was lacking air.
The smell alone gave it away. It was clean and simple and one that he was all too familiar with-. After all the 'accidents' that had occurred to him over that last years he found himself in the hospital wing countless times.
Harry could already paint the image in his mind. White sheets, tan walls, rows of beds. He could really say that he had been in situations like this far too much.
He didn't remember much just the fact his senses weren't working correctly. He couldn't hear, or see. Hermione and Ron's faces were hovering over his as they held his limp form. It was all to confusing. What had happened?
Red, he also remembered red. His mind was such mess he couldn't recall the simplest of things. What was red….? His house crest? The image of his bloodied fingers swarmed his mind. Harrys body leaped up from the bed and his green eyes snapped open.
"Woah! Not so fast Harry," said Ron as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Ron?" Whispered Harry cranking his head up to look at the said person. The redhead gave a low smile but the rest of his face remained still. Harry knew that things were not alright.
"Yeah its me, Hermione too. Madam Pomfrey is in the other room, I could get her if yould like."
He didn't say anything just a simple no shake of his head. More people wouldn't make anything easier, if anything i'd be harder. Harry glanced over at Hermione who was standing on the right of the bed. Her eyes irritated and glossy and a few stray tears stained her cheeks.
"Guys, please tell me what happened," asked Harry desperately.
"Oh Harry it was so bad, and I was so scared. You had stopped breathing and your shirt was soaked… in your own blood." Hermione said while she swiped at her eyes. The sleeve of her robes wet from wiping away her face.
Then he remembered the pain that he had felt back in the hall. How his body burned with each passing second. Harry couldn't even think of the hurt he had recieved within his back, nothing could've been worse. He honestly believed that his skin was being torn to pieces and the blood he had seen on his fingers… It wasn't right.
Harry moved within the sheets trying to kick them off. He pushed them to the ground as he swung his legs over the bed side.
"Harry!" His friends both yelled simultaneously.
"Sit back down, you can hurt yourself...I don't think you're ready," Hermione argued slowly, her voice getting quieter. She reached out to her friend but Harry stepped away.
"Ready for what exactly?"
Harry moved from his friends as he reached down to pull off his shirt. All he was focused on was finding out what was wrong with his back. His shirt pale white but far too loose.
"HARRY stop!" screamed Hermione. "Ron please leave, I have things I have to explain to...him."
Ron looked like he was going to protest but one look at Hermione's stern glare and to Harry, attempting to pull his shirt off he agreed. His cheeks flushed red as he walked to the doors of the hospital wing.
Harry paused in his doing and looked questionably at Hermione. "What was that about? And don't push it off, I want to know what's going on!" yelled Harry. "One minute i'm passing out in the middle of the welcoming feast, in front of everyone might I add. Now to one of my best friends in tears and the other blushing like mad school girl! So Hermione please tell me what is happening." He asked wanting his questions answered.
"Okay Harry, I understand, but like I had said, let me explain some things to you," She told him.
Harry nodded and waited for her to continue..
"So Harry, i'm going to start off by going over a wizarding inheritance. You know of these, correct?" he nodded once again. "You have been passed out for two days now, giving your body time to adapt to its...I guess you could say, new changes."
"All that back in the hall was because of my bloody inheritance! That's crazy! I've never heard of-" He started to say but got interupted.
"Why yes, but your inheritance was different.. Not many receive this kind of gift. You might not call it a present but you have to look at it widely. Its really is amazing,"
Harry rolled his eyes and lazily rotated his head to look at the witch. "Hermione, come on. Spit it out. What is it?"
"No Harry, it's what are you. Your inheritance, it was that of creature and a very uncommon one." She winced at the information that she had given off, and she dreaded to tell him the rest of it.
"Okay, tell me what I am then," Asked Harry shakily but non the less interested.
Hermione nodded and grabbed at Harry's arm, pulling him over to the mirror. The section of the wall had been enchanted to show their reflection. With Hermione standing behind him and her hands on his shoulders she directed him to the wall.
His came close and so did the reflection in the mirror, he walked till he was standing only feet from himself. The moment he laid his eyes upon himself they widened in shock. Their was nothing odd about him but it was obvious that something was definitely wrong.
He had no words to describe it, his hair was long and wavy and his eyes were more keen and pointed. The eyes of a woman but still their bright green self. Harry didn't even want to look at his chest because he could already feel them. The weighted feeling finally explained but it only made Harry want to scream.
He wanted to do nothing but sink back into his covers and bury himself in those white sheets. Shield his mind and thoughts from reality and never witness his body again. Harry looked down and placed his feet together. His still wore his black school pants but his shoes were missing. Instead grey socks covered his feet.
Harry could feel the thing that made him a male was gone replaced with that of the other. It made him want to cry. I didn't seem right why was he now… dare he say it.. A woman, a girl, a female. Hermione said it was a creature inheritance, was being turned a girl was apart of it? Besides the feminine looks he appeared to be no different.
He couldn't believe it, he was a girl!
"Hermione? W-what is this?" He asked with fear in his voice. His eyes meeting hers.
"Harry, i'm sorry, I really am but that's not all of it... there's more. You had a creature inheritance, being turned into a girl isn't the end, it was just...very necessary," She told him.
"Necessary?" His voice squeaked.
Hermione didn't speak but walked close to him/her. She stood behind him, just like before. Her wand was held in her hand as her other pulled at harry's blanc shirt. Hermione mumbled the cutting spell (diffindo) and put a hole in the fabric. Harry remained still as his friend tore at his shirt. His chest nervous and his heart wild.
"Stay calm, okay, stop me if anything hurts," she whispered. Harry anxiously whined as a yes and closed his eyes, bending his head down.
She continued to tear his shirt revealing a mess of charcoal feathers. Hermione half-heartedly smiled, happy of what she was witnessing but unhappy that it was also her friend. She placed her hands on the wings and gently pulled them out of Harry's shirt. A lonely dark grey feather floated to the ground.
The wings were soft to the touch as she ran her fingers through the feathers. She closely inspected the wings of her friend and nearly gasped when she took in the roundedness of each feather. Her hands leapt off of Harry in an almost scared manor. Only though going through her mind was that she touched the wings. She knew possible consequences and it terrified her.
How she had learned of Harry's species was when Poppy had asked of her. When she and Ron had brought Harry in all bloodied and unconscious they knew something was wrong. To Hermione's delight the mediwitch had given her a ticket that granted her access to the restricted section to gather all the information she could find to help Harry.
And sadly there wasn't much to go off on. But there was a little.
"You can look now Harry," She said calmly.
Harry opened his eyes obeying her command. He quickly took note of the darkness behind him as he looked into the mirror. Wings, he had wings! A wow formed upon his lips. He took every brain cell he had and tried to focus on the wings. Thinking about the movement of the new muscles on his back.
His grey wings began to spread and the tips rose up high. Hermione stepped around him to look at the beautiful wings. They fitted well with Harry's body and made the boy, well girl look rather elegant. Harry turned his head to look at Hermione his face unsure on what was going on.
"Wings! I've got wings! Its totally bollocks 'Mione'. What is all this!" he yelled. He took a step back from the mirror and glanced at his body. He was a she that so happened to have wings, nothing made sense. He was a girl. There was no denying.
She ran her fingers through her long black hair, getting them stuck in the tangles. More feathers detached and drifted to the ground. Harry watched them in their swooping motion as they reached the floor. Almost in a trance, Harry stared at the feathers in a loss of thought.
Harry pulled her hands to her eyes, barricading them in their own darkness. Tears left her eyes, she was crying. It was something that the old Harry refused to do. Especially during the summer, crying only made things worse. But this time she felt a large amount of release and it immediately made her feel better.
"It all makes sense now," whispered Hermione. "Harry you're what they call an Adze. The most I could find on them was in Muggle books from Africa. But the Adze were myths and the books in the library held different information than the ones in the African folklore. They both said that this creature was a type of vampire."
Harry's head snapped up from her hands. She took slow steps to the bed next to them and pushed herself onto it. "Hermione," Harry wined. "What does that mean…"
"Well Harry, it means that you like the taste of blood. I'm just not sure what information is correct. In the wizarding books the Adze can live without it and the other says that the creature turns into a firefly and hunts people in the night, but they both said that the bite makes the victim fall sick and eventually die."
"Thats crazy… I'm a dark creature? And the wings, what's with that?," Harry asked as she tucked her legs under herself, crisscrossing them.
"Yeah I know, and that's why I feel that the wizarding version is more correct. The Adze in our books say that the creature has the wings of a bird. Meaning that they hold feathers," said hermione, pointing to the few that scattered the floor. "In the African one it's where they to turn into fireflies, the wizarding book leans more to the Adze turning into their own animal. One more fitting than a lightning bug."
"Oh..," was all Harry said as silence took over the room.
"You know Harry, we can finish this later. You don't have to learn all of it right now."
Harry thought for a minute, she could do well with a brake. Everything was overwhelming and completely insane, almost too much. Harry found that it hurt everytime she refused to herself as a her. Probably because the change was so sudden, the old harry never saw it coming.
She dropped her eyes to the mattress taking in everything. Wiping her hands on her knees she shook her head. Cranking her head up, she looked to Hermione. "No.. tell me everything, I think i'd be better,"
"Okay," Hermione nodded. "So, what is mentioned in our books and not in the folklore is finding a mate.. Everything about Adze mates follows the same basic lines as soul bonds. You know, how if one rejects the other suffers."
Harry's face was stricken with horror. She nodded to Hermione even though this was all new information. There's such things a sole mates? Two people that are destined? It was all twisted and cruel. What happened to freedom of choice?! Harry grumbled to herself, which Hermione simply ignored off.
"Anyways just like the Veela, there is a dominate and a submissive. You understand that right?" Asked Hermione.
Harry ruggedly nodded, as her fingers fiddled with a loose feather.
"I don't want toforce all this onto you…But I just need you to know one last thing, well a few more things. A dominates wings have feathers that are pointed...meaning that the submissives are not meaning that they are rounded."
It took a minute for Harry to process her friends words. She stayed transfixed on the grey feather in her hands. Petting the paper thin sides of the soft fluff. Running her index finger up the edge of it. Messing up the delicate strands.
Then moving down and around the curved tip of the feather… the rounded end. It started with an S as her mind formed the long word. She was a submissive. Her glassed over green eyes raised to look at Hermione. The girl came closer to Harry and sat herself on the same bed. She pulled herself up, copying her with the way she was sitting; cross legged.
Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "It going to be all fine," said Hermione, smiling as she told her. "I can teach you things on how to be a girl, it's really not that hard. Though some things you might not like."
Harry smiled back.
"You said there was a few more things you wanted to tell me?" The black haired girl questioned.
"Oh I guess I did. It's not that important, just something you'd like to know.. Because Harry, it's not common for one to suddenly change into a woman. I expect because you have a person chosen for you and since your submissive female, I am sure your mate is a dominate male.
"Putting the pieces together, your creature inheritance changed your gender so you can make offspring of your kind. Let's be honest here, it's almost impossible to make a male contraceptive potion and I don't think an Adze would ask help from a wizard. Normally creatures don't do that-"
"that really is a lot, but I guess it explains the reason why i'm a girl. Oh merlin, this is so very messed up," breathed Harry.
"I know Harry it really is idiotic, but it's very blinding. Think of the things you can do, there's not much information on the Adze. We could learn so much. What if you have powers that have never been recorded. Or if there's more of your kind out there… well of course there is, your mate. Oh Harry I don't know where to start-"
"Calm down Hermione! I guess it can be rather cool. I mean I have wings!" Said Harry as she stretched them out.
"I know Harry, but now that you have received your Adze inheritance, your dominate will be on the search you get to you. I shouldn't even be this close to you! Your mate could see me as a threat and i'd be dead in an instant. I read that a male Adze is highly protective of their other. I guess it could be okay for me but for someone like Ron, another male, that could be dangerous."
"W-a, What! Hermione! Why didn't you tell me that I have a deranged mate that would kill anybody just to get to me?!" Yelled Harry in a panicked state.
"Yes I know it sounds bad but Harry you have to understand that if you were to die then that would end their life too-"
"So now im their flotation device, saving them from drowning?" Harry asked loudly and very much sarcastically.
"No, no Harry, I don't think you get it. And I dont think im the one to tell you. Its for you to figure out on your own," said Hermione sternly.
Harry just grumbled in irritation and turned her body around. Her dark hair flipping onto her shoulder, something that she wasn't used to happening. She pulled back the covers to the bed and tucked herself into the blankets. Hermione still sat at the end of the mattress.
Hermione got the que to get up but didn't leave. She walked up to Harry, "You going to be fine if I leave?" She asked.
Harry nodded more to herself than to her friend. "Oh I almost forgot," said Harry as she reached over onto the nightstand to grab her wand. She waved it over herself muttering a strong concealment charm, closing off her presence.
"Ah- Harry I wouldn't-"
"I know but only for a few days to wrap my mind around a few things. I really don't need him coming after me right now. It will wear off in two days anyways."
Hermione still didn't find Harry's decision very good one. She shrugged her shoulders and looked like she was cringing because of her friends choice. "All right, but I have nothing to do with this. And I really don't think your mate will like it if your hide yourself from him. I don't want you getting hurt," she told Harry in warningly. Smiling lightly at the boy turned girl and turned to leave. A thick book was tucked under her arm, something she had grabbed from the stand besides Harry.
Harry exhaled and watched Hermione disappear from the hospital wing. She closed her eyes and sunk her body into the bedding; trying to relax. That was what she really needed. An escape from it all, a break.
But Harry strongly knew that things never turn out as they were expected.
Thanks for reading!
Also I want to know thought on the new book. I have read it. Did you guys like it in play formatting. Because I though it was pretty good for the way it was written. I like what happened in it, well when I finished it. I had hopes for good happy ending. The book did jump around a lot I felt but I guess they had to get through several years in just 300 pages.
I am not giving any spoilers, many would hate me for that. Again thanks :) ~xXLiv214Xx
