A/N: I am sorry that did not update on Sunday. First I was moving, and then I got sick. Thanks to all the people who reviewed and are now following my story. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. For those who were wonder who the dom and sub are, I will be making Harry the dom and Draco the sub. This is because I think that Harry needs to take back some of the control that was stolen from him after his parents death. Later on I might write a fanfic with Dom Draco, because I also like him in that role, but for the purposes of this fic sub Draco just works better. I'll try to update once a week, but two week max, unless something else comes up.

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2. Birthday Surprise

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"Happy Birthday to me," Harry said glumly, staring Dudley's old alarm clock. He was finally 17, and unlike previous years, he wasn't anticipating any letters from Ron and Hermione. After his Gaybut (A/N: Gay Debut), they weren't exactly on speaking terms. Harry sighed. I just wish they understood that I can't help being gay. Harry, who had spent a lot of time reflecting on what he wanted after Sirius' death, had discovered that he was attracted to boys. He was The Boy Who Lived To Be Gay, and the discovery had explained so much. It explained why the kiss with Cho was an epic failure, his general discomfort with thinking about girls in a non-platonic way, and his obsession with Draco Malfoy all through 6th year.

Sure, he wasn't expecting Ron to be all that supportive. After all, he had proven himself quick to anger and very reluctant to admit his faults. Ron's reaction while unpleasant was expected, lessening the effects of the vitriol he had spouted. As it turned out, Hermione's response had been the worst between the two of them. The things she had said had left him reeling, and wondering if he had different expectations of their relationship then she did. The sad thing was that Harry couldn't justify her comments as a by-product of religious indoctrination, or unfortunate experiences. She had told him that he was pathetic, and that not even the most putrid whore in Knockturn Alley could disgust her as much as he did. She further went on to expose herself as a bigot by saying that while it was okay for other people to be gay, she would not have a fag as a friend; especially with him being The Boy Who Lived. That was probably what had hurt the most. Her calling him The Boy Who Lived, like she didn't know that there was more to him then his scar. After their argument, they had told Harry that they wouldn't talk to him until he came to his senses and stopped all the "I'm gay" nonsense.

While he had felt betrayed by their reactions, Harry was overwhelmingly glad that he hadn't told them of his crush on Draco. Draco plagued his thoughts every night. Harry kept dreaming of him and Draco, together and very much in love. The dreams had started around his 16th birthday, and he had been very much wanting what those dreams represented. He didn't even know if Draco was gay or even bisexual, but if the Hogwarts rumor mill was anything to go by, Draco was very much engaged to Pansy Parkinson. Harry could have survived his unfortunate case of unrequited love, if it wasn't for the dreams. The dreams woke him up either smiling goonishly at the romantic things they did together, or unforgettably aroused with the fierceness of their lust for one another. Those imaginings were the real problem, and the dreams were escalating and coming more often.

Harry's ruminations were interrupted by the arrival of a messenger hawk. The hawk landed on the windowsill with a mighty screech and imperiously stuck out its leg so Harry could remove its burden. Harry winced, hoping that the hawk's arrival wouldn't wake up the Dursleys. After Sirius' death, the Dursleys had been particularly cruel, making him work but not giving him enough food to have sufficient strength to complete his assigned chores. Of course that may have been the plan, since it gave them a reason to beat and slander him at every turn. Harry was just glad the abuse he suffered was not sexual. He might have been gay, but the thought of being forced to have sex with Vernon or Dudley was enough to turn anyone straight.

Harry quickly dispelled his thoughts and reached over to untie the package from the hawk's leg, wondering who would use such a bird to deliver mail. As soon as the package was off, the hawk left. Harry appraised the box in his hands. The box had the Gringotts insignia on it, and appeared harmless. Harry got a small box cutter from under his bed and proceeded to open the package. Inside, there was a thick envelope with his name on it, and a rather old looking tome. He set the heavy book aside and opened the envelope. Enclosed were a letter, and a thick pad of what appeared to be blank parchment and some legal documents. Harry settled on the bed to read the letter.

Mr. Harry James Potter,

You have recently come into your magical inheritance on 31/7/1997. As such, it is my duty to inform you of your magical creature inheritance. Within a few minutes of reading this missive, your creature traits will manifest themselves. Be warned, this process is extremely painful. As it is unlikely that you are aware of your creature legacy, I have sent you a copy of Long Forgotten Creatures by Teshileked Proema.

While your presence was missed at the reading of James & Lily Potter's and Sirius Black's wills, as executer of your estate, I have taken it upon myself to send you copies of the wills. Once you have read the wills, your presence will be required at Gringotts to execute the wills. Your magical guardian, one Albus Dumbledore, prevented the public reading and execution of the wills, as was within his rights, as granted by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

I have also included a summary of your estate, which will only be visible with a drop of your blood on the enclosed blank parchment. As you have reached majority, you are now officially Lord Potter, and thus will now be responsible for managing the Potter Wealth. If you have any queries or concerns you may owl me at your convenience.

May your gold overflow, and your enemies die slow,

Griphook of Gringotts

Executer of the Potter Estates

Just after the finished reading the letter, Harry started to feel like he was having a heart attack. It was like one of those movie moments, where something terrible was happening like a shooting, and then all of a sudden there was no music playing, just a heartbeat. That was all Harry could feel: his heartbeat. Lub Dub… Lub Dub… His senses were offline: his vision blurred, his hearing departed. Then came the searing pain. Worse than the cruciatus curse, it was simply pain beyond all comprehension. Harry involuntarily writhed from the pain; his sense of touch came back full force, only for him to wish it had stayed away. Choked screams made their way out of his mouth, his eyes wide and unseeing. In some part of his mind, Harry realized that he had started to bleed. A pool of red left his mouth with the screams, and oozed on to the bed. The vivid color was then transferred to his clothing as he continued to thrash about the bed in pain. Let this be worth it… I hope it is over soon… Many thoughts flitted through his mind, not quite distracting him from the agony. However, slow, slowly but surely, Harry could feel the pain localize to various parts of his body. First the long bones in his body stretched longer and longer, followed by the snap and pop of his muscles and ligament reattaching themselves to the elongated bones. His nails grew out with a wash of freshly oxygenated blood spurting from his nail beds. The throbbing then moved to readjust his facial bones and elongate his teeth. Harry passed out as the burning heat trickled down his spine, raking across his raw nerves on the way to his tailbone.

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Harry woke up quite disorientated. As he opened his sleep-encrusted eyes, he saw the clock blinking 6:30 A.M. He was sore everywhere. It took him a little while to remember the events of the previous night. Harry jolted off the bed, equally eager and afraid to look in the mirror. As he observed himself in the cracked glass, he was confused as to why his image looked so blurry. As he patted his face in the hope that his visage would right itself, Harry realized that his glasses were still on. He quickly pulled his glasses off and was relieved to see his new face in perfect clarity. Crystal clear! Harry marveled at his sudden 20/20 vision. Staring at himself in the mirror, he reveled in the physical changes his inheritance had brought about.

Before, Harry had an unruly mop of black hair atop his head. The wildness of his curls hadn't changed, but the length of his locks certainly had. Black semi-glossed curls cascaded down his back toward the middle of his shoulder blades. His tanned skin had taken on a more golden hue, and his skin was remarkably softer. His emerald eyes, framed with thick black lashes, where almond-shaped with a slight upward tilt at the outside corners. His jawline had sharpened, adding decidedly masculine planes to his otherwise effeminate looking face. However, taking in his new muscular build and height, no one would ever accuse Harry of anything but all male. He was undoubtedly fit, with lovely wide shoulders, which tapered to a narrow waist and ended in long lean legs. After his perfected vision, Harry was most excited about his new height of 6' 6". The growth spurt made him taller than his classmates, and removed the traces of the Dursleys' maltreatment of him.

After having inventoried the changes in his body, Harry went back to the package that Griphook had sent him. He looked at the book with mild apprehension. As far he could tell he was human. He didn't catalog any new appendages or anything. However, Griphook seemed very certain that Harry had a magical creature inheritance. Opening to the table of contents, Harry read the title of the first chapter: So You Heard You're a Magical Creature, But Haven't Grown Wings! A Checklist of Traits Indicative of Specific Magical Creatures. Harry flipped to the various inheritance checklists. From his cataloging of his new appearance, Harry assumed that his magical creature had to have: unparalleled vision, long unruly hair, and increased height and musculature. He managed to narrow down his inheritance to being either High elves, or Ethrie. While there were many creatures that had the increased height or improved vision, there were very few that had long unruly hair. The next section of the chapter stated: Can'tDecide Between Two? The Proof is in the Pain! Harry quirked an eyebrow: The proof is in the pain? What does that even mean? Harry read on and the author revealed that creatures that are related to one another, such as High elves and Ethrie, often have similar physical characteristics in human form.

Of course an obvious way to distinguish between the two, is observing them in their alternate form, which is not possible until the individual has consciously made the decision to take on their other form. That in turn is impossible to do if you do not know what your other form is supposed to be (It's a bit of catch).

I hope she is getting to the point of this sometime soon. The raving author then went to say that the only way to distinguish between related species is by the distinct sensations experienced during the inheritance process.

High elves, due to their general aloofness and lack of animal form, do not experience nail, face and tailbone pain. Furthermore, since their inheritance is about lengthening their bones, there is generally no blood loss experienced. Ethrie on the other hand, the poor sods, grow retractable claws, lengthened incisors, and a tail and thus do indeed experience pain and blood loss from these areas.

Harry looked toward his bed, which was covered in dried blood. Ethrie it was.

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Having confirmed that he was some kind of magical creature. Harry turned to the more pressing issue of his parent's and godfather's wills. Griphook had said Professor Dumbledore, as his magical guardian, had prevented the reading and execution of their wills. Why would Dumbledore do that though? Maybe my parents or Sirius wanted something that may have put me in danger, Harry rationalized. That must have been it. Harry picked up his parent's will with some hesitation. This was probably one of the last things they wrote: one of the last connections to the people who bore and raised him. The reportedly loving couple that sacrificed themselves for him: who fought the fight against the Dark and died as heroes. Harry opened the parchment and started to read the dying wishes of Mr. and Mrs. James Potter.

To Whom It May Concern:

I, James Charlus Potter, alongside my loving wife, Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, have enclosed below, our Will and Last Testament. For expediency, we will list our wishes according to the person to which the matter concerns.

Sirius OrionBlack

To Sirius Black we give complete and total guardianship of our only son, Harry James Potter. Sirius, take care of Harry; treat him well and tell him that we loved him. Take him and raise him as you would your own with Remus.

Remus John Lupin

Remus, we ask that you be Harry's second godfather. Help Sirius raise him, and balance Siri's spirited and fun-loving nature with the maturity that only you possess. We also give to you 100, 000 Galleons. Please use the money to take care of yourself Remus. Get yourself new clothes and as much Wolfsbane potion as you need. We believe that you do not need the potion, but we know you feel you need it.

Lucius Malfoy & Narcissa Malfoy nee Black

We have been friends for a while. We ask that when the time comes and Harry comes to you, that you accept him with open arms. Be as kind to him as you have to us, and do not let the unfortunate past come between you and happiness for your family. Do not let the misplaced trust of a young child be the downfall of your lineage. For I, Lily Potter, have seen that it is in your best interests to be loyal to our son. Trust me, Narci & Luci.

Severus Tobius Snape

My dear, dear, Severus. I know that my passing has spurred you back onto what seems to be the right path. But let me warn you, my friend, all is not what is seems with those who are supposed to be trusted. Trust in me Sev. Trust in me and mine, and no ill harm shall come to you. Protect my son, and when the time comes, follow him, for he will lead you down the path that was meant for you.

Harry James Potter

Harry, our darling baby boy. I know at the time of our death that you would not have been able to understand this will, for you are just a babe. But when you grow older and see this will Harry, know that we love you, and that we will always look out for you, even from the other side of the veil. A mother's intuition tells me that your path is not an easy one my son. Have faith in yourself to do what is right for you. As long as you stay true to who you are my son, nothing you do shall ever shame us.

Harry, my little Champ. I bequeath to you all of the Potter wealth. The money, the various artifacts, and the Potter Lordship Ring will be yours at magical maturity. While it is a poor substitute for our love, it is everything I own. Do with it as you wish my son, for I will always be proud of you.

Albus Dumbledore

To you Dumbledore, we leave nothing but curses on your soul for your betrayal, and the knowledge that your victory will never come.

Signed

James & Lily Potter

Harry reeled from the information in his parent's will. First his magical guardians were supposed to be Sirius and Remus. This meant that Harry shouldn't have ended up with the Dursleys. It also meant that Dumbledore had knowingly left him with the wrong people. Dumbledore wasn't even supposed to be his guardian, and wouldn't be, if it weren't for Cornelius Fudge. Secondly, his parents had been friends with the Malfoys. Ironically, it seemed that if his parents had survived, he would have been childhood friends with Draco Malfoy. Draco. All roads led back to Draco. I wonder what my mother meant when she said I would approach the Malfoys. As if they would welcome me now anyway, after my fights with Draco and the incidence with the diary in second year. Mr. Malfoy is probably not my biggest fan, and I certainly do not blame him. The tird revelation did not come as much of a surprise. Harry had known that his mother and Snape had been best friends until the day Snap called her a Mudblood. Harry had always suspected that Snape had had romantic feelings for his mother, but the nature of the letter seemed like they were simply the best of friends. From what I have seen, Snape doesn't seem to have friends now. It must have been hard for him to lose a friend that close to him. Ha. Ron would have an aneurism if he knew I was sympathizing with the "hooked-nosed greasy dungeon bat". In truth, Harry had long respected Professor Snape, since he discovered that he was a spy for the Order, and that the man had been protecting him all his life. Maybe I'll try to reconcile with him this year. For my mother's sake. The biggest eye-openerwas his parent's cursing of Dumbledore. They said he betrayed them. How and why? The will obviously did not hold any more information on the matter, but Harry wondered what could have Dumbledore done to inspire such vehement loathing from the loving couple. With all things considered, Dumbledore didn't seem to be what he purported to be. With those thoughts buzzing around his head, Harry picked up Sirius' will, with the hope that it would shed more light on the situation.

I, Sirius Orion Black, am writing this will and last testament to my godson, Harry James Potter. Hey Cub. I am sorry that I have left you alone in a mess. I know you don't understand what is going on but I promise to explain it to you. You see Harry, the war that has not been about stopping the Evil Lord Voldemort (for whom I will abbreviate that title to ELV for this will). This war has been about power. It is like the legend of Snow White, only in this case, Dumbledore is the Evil Witch Queen and Voldemort is Snow White.

Dumbledore's mother, evil bint that she was, had a seer attend the births of each of her children and tell her what the future held in store for each of her whelp. At Dumbledore's birth, the seer said: "For an age, your son will be the beacon of light, the highest power beheld, but only for a time. After which, his fall will signify an era to which many more powerful wizards will be born and the advancement of the wizarding world will truly begin". Dumbledore's mother was very ecstatic that her son would be so very powerful, and boasted this news to anyone who would listen. Dumbledore did indeed perform magical feats, the skill of which out ranked wizards 100 times his age.

However, as time went on, she grew greedy with the praise from other wizards, commending her on giving birth to such a powerful wizard. In her greed, the late Mrs. Dumbledore, drove her son to achieve his goals by any means necessary. Dumbledore learned the trades of manipulation and theft at his mother's knee. When he was young his needs and wants were not complicated, and thus he did not fully employ what he had learned. However, as his ambitions grew, the necessity of those manipulations and slights of hand also grew. No one realized that Dumbledore was dark, darker than the ELV. They still don't.

I am not talking about the type of magic he uses Harry. I speak of a darkness of spirit, a blackening of the soul that may never be cleansed. You see Harry, the level of selfishness and disregard Dumbledore shows for those he is supposed to protect and nurture, has permanently stained his soul. In his journey to becoming the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Supreme Mugwump he has forfeited his rights to happiness. And while he might do things in an attempt to achieve happiness, his methodology makes such a goal impossible for him.

While I trust that only you Harry will be able to read this will, I do not trust that Dumbledore will not be able to get this information from you somehow. As such, I cannot tell you the full treachery of Albus Dumbledore. However, go to Gringotts Harry, and claim all that is awaiting you. I have made you my only heir Cub. Among the Black vaults there are thing that you will need. I cannot say anymore.

Love you with all my heart Cub,

Serious ;)

Again Harry was left reeling. Having read his parent's will, he had suspected that Dumbledore was not all he portrayed to be. However, Sirius' will alluded that Dumbledore was so far gone into the darkness, that he should be deemed irredeemable. It is not like Harry had not wondered about the decisions Dumbledore made. The man had always seemed to use his power inappropriately. I mean he used his power as Headmaster to get Ron, Hermione and I out of trouble, but didn't use his powers to get me out of the triwizard tournament. There are just too many unanswered questions. Harry gently refolded the wills and put all the documents and the book back into the box. I'll just have to make a trip to Gringotts myself. And with his mind made up on the matter, Harry hid the box under the bed and went down stairs to make breakfast for the Dursleys.