Harry woke up from his slumber, startled. He could feel something was obviously unwell. He sat up, feeling slightly woozy. He did not need a clock to be able to tell that it was his birthday; he could somehow just feel it. The boy stood up, reaching out to the wall as the world spun around him. He took a step forward.
"Ron? I don't'-"Harry started to say, but after taking another step towards the sleeping figure, he fell to the floor, completely out.
It wasn't until morning did Ron discover Harry, writhing unconsciously on the floor next to him.
"Bloody hell! Mate, are you okay?" Ron stated, as he shot out of bed, and crouched down on the floor next to his friend. He watched as Harry writhed on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Ron poked Harry's side, causing him to utter a low groan. The red-head ran out of the room, panicked.
Ron's mother was in the kitchen cooking Harry a birthday breakfast suited for kings, humming a tune under her breath. She smiled as she saw her son climb downstairs. He smile soon dropped when she could sense something was amiss.
"Ron? What is it?" She stated, watching her son barrel downstairs from the kitchen.
"Mum! Mum, it's Harry. I don't know what's wrong with him, he's just rolling on the floor, moaning." Ron stated, obviously panicked. The red-headed mother rushed upstairs, her motherly duties required, even if not for a blood relative. She saw the boy on the floor, and could sense something was seriously wrong.
"Ron, dear, go wake your father up. I'm going to the headmaster." She said calmly, before rushing out of the room to floo over to the headquarters.
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The raven haired boy awoke in a familiar setting, the Hospital wing at Hogwarts. He glanced around the room, completely lost as to why we would be there. The only thing he could think of is how warm he is, and consequently, how sweaty he is. He tried to wipe his clammy palms off on the sheet, but the feeling did not go away. He heard rapid footsteps approach his bed, footsteps obviously belonging to someone who was anxiously awaiting him to awake.
"Mr. Potter! How are you feeling?" The stern voice of Madame Pomfrey called out to him, as she organized the medical stand set up next to the bed.
"Fuzzy." Harry muttered, exhausted. "Clammy."
"Very well, Mr. Potter. Now, do you have an idea as to what caused your sudden collapse?" She poured a potion down the boy's throat, causing him to sputter slightly.
"No idea."He said, losing the clarity of consciousness, He rolled over, and curled up on his left side, hugging the blankets closer. It wasn't long before he was out again.
Deep within his subconscious, Harry wandered around aimlessly. For some reason, he was in the forbidden forest, a place he knew well enough from his many years at Hogwarts. From unicorns, to giant spiders, to centaurs, Harry would swear that any magical creature in the world could be found in the forbidden forest.
In front of him stood a girl, around his age. She was literally shimmering, both her pale blond hair and porcelain skin giving off a glow. She was exceptionally beautifully, like someone from a different existence. Her green eyes shone brightly, as did her smile. She gestured for him to sit on a tree trunk next to her. Cautiously, he did.
"Hello, Harry." The girl said, with a voice soft as rain. Harry was dazzled for a second, before he could gather his thoughts.
"Err, Hello. Why… What… I'm confused." He stated with a frown. Last thing he knew he was ill in bed, inside of the castle next to the forest.
"I can see that. I just… Give me a moment." The girl said, sitting down next to Harry with a sigh. She seemed just as lost as Harry did.
" Okay, subtlety is not my forte, so to speak, so I'm just going to ramble everything at once. Okay? Okay. First, let me start with saying that I am a Veela. The old world kind, not the new kind. I'll explain the difference later. When I was in school, I fell in love with a charming boy named Tom Riddle. Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, however, I found out I was destined to be with some else, so to speak. When I tried to tell him, he- no. He just did not want me to leave. He refused, and proceeded to drain my body of my soul because he's an evil power-hungry jerk. Well, I had to live inside of his subconscious as he kept his hold on me for many years; he was constantly draining me of my powers. Then, the night your parents were…when they decided to depart, I took advantage of his spell mishaps, and attached to your soul. So, as a result, you will ultimately achieve Veela inheritance." She finished. Harry sat their confused, and then started laughing. The shimmering girl had no idea what to make of this.
"I have had some odd dreams before, but this!" The boy laughed. Swiftly, the Veela kicked his leg. Feeling the pain, he realized that he wasn't dreaming, as one of the rules in dreams is that you couldn't feel pain. Or something like that.
"I'm not dreaming? " The girl nodded grimly. Harry sighed, and stared dejectedly at the ground.
"What does this mean, then? I'm not going to turn into a girl, am I?" He said, and she chuckled, shaking her head.
"No, Harry, you will still keep your gender. As to the transformation, I don't want to freak you out. I think it would be better if you figure it out yourself. I'm leaving now, Harry. I've only been remaining to explain the essentials. The rest is up to you."
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Harry's eyes flew open, as he sat up in the hospital room. His mind felt so much sharper than before, his senses were alive. It felt as though his nerves were sizzling, he was so anxious to move. He got out of bed, stretched, and started to head out of the doors from the private room.
"My. Potter! I would suggest that you lay back down immediately, at least until we can figure out what is wrong with you!" Madame Pomfrey called out shocked from her office. Harry flashed her a surprisingly dazzling smile.
"I've never felt better, Madame Pomfrey. May I please speak with Professor Dumbledore? I feel we have urgent matters to discuss."
(AN: I am so sorry for the long period of time between updates. I needed to clear my mind of other ideas before I could start on this again. I also sort of lost confidence, doing such a cliche idea that makes no sense in the Harry Potter universe. But then, I decided that nothing I write or read makes sense in the Harry Potter universe because Harry is not gay. End of story. SO I will happily continue my cliche plot, and hope that I can bring something new to an overused idea. Feel free to check out my tumblr, or my other stories : ) The second chapter is always the hardest for me, for some reason. Anyways, I hope everyone will continue to read this story. Read, review, enjoy :D )