So yeah. Another. I decided to try a new technic, like the journals. I wanted to put the whole change together, so yeah. They are all short because I just wanted to show the new abilities. I didn't want to drone on and on about what happened. Hope you enjoy!

Day 1
When Harry woke up he could see. Well, sort of. It was all very clear but the colors were a bit off and there were red yellow and orange blotches over him when he looked at himself. And he felt like he had two pairs of eyelids. Harry tried to close the second pair of eyelids that were now in between his regular eyelids and his eyeball. He felt a weird tingling on his eyes and then the orange splotches over his body disappeared. Weird. Did it show something?Harry quietly slid open the bedroom door and looked in the bathroom mirror. His eyes were pretty normal. Sort of. You couldn't see the new eyelids, but his eyes lacked the darker green spots from before. And when he went to the bathroom there was a few tiny green scales. Even weirder. Oh well, Harry sighed and pet Hedwig who for some reason didn't seem to care about the new changes in his body.
Going through the day was. . . Interesting. Testing out his new vision he saw big redish orange blotches on Vernon and Dudley and Orange ones on Petinia. And when he looked at the stove it was red and blue, hot, his brain told him. Heat, Harry knew, he could see heat! Amazing, and bizarre. Doing all his 'chores' was the usual and he saw some dogs with their owners walk by. A pretty normal day. If you didn't count the heat vision, weird eyelids, a built in lie detector and scales on his well. . . Parts.

Day 2
When he woke up the next morning, he groaned, what had changed now? Well he felt like he had three eyelids now. But when he tested them out there wasn't any difference, maybe for later? When he looked at himself he was surprised to see his messy hair a bit darker and flatter, the top not going as crazy. Then his eye color, a bit of a yellowish green, he frowned, apparently he didn't have his moms eye color after all. And the scales were climbing, they were on his hips now. 'Well, at least the Dursley's won't find out, My hand me downs are large bough to go to my knees!' he thought annoyed.
"Make breakfast quicker! Turn the heat up!" Petunia screamed to Harry. But when Harry turned the notch from medium to large, his heat vision knew it was a bad idea. Just as he took two steps back, the stove made a mini explosion, blowing up the pan and stopping the flames.
"No Magic!" Vernon cried, "I'm putting bars on your cubbard- Dudley's windows now! Go to your- Dudley's room!"

Day 3

On the third day, Harry's eyes felt worse. When he looked at a bird flying by who stared at him, it dropped dead. Harry stared, mouth open. When he finally got over his shock he dragged himself to the bathroom. His eyes were yellow, and killed. 'Oh Godric!' Harry thought, 'I'm turning into a basilisk!' Carefully closing the third eyelid he felt safer, and his eyes were a bit greenish, not much, but if you didn't look closely you wouldn't notice the yellow. And the scales, dark green scales has now made thenselves at home on his hips and he had a stripe of them on the outer side of each leg down to his knee. And there was a few on the side of his torso.

He didn't even feel hungry when he cooked the dursleys food. 'Snake stuff I guess.' But when he went outside to do the garden and smelled all the mice he was suddenly starving. Sighing Harry knew he couldn't be caught killing mice in the middle of the street so he made his way to the back of the house where the carcass of the killed bird lay and gulped. It didn't smell nearly as appetizing as that mouse, but still pretty good. Letting his instincts take over, he picked it up, tilted his head back, unhinged his jaw (new skill!) and swallowed the bird whole. 'Mmm' Harry thought satisfied before realizing he had just swallowed a bird whole.

Day 4

By the fourth day, Harry didn't really care what had happened over night now. His eyes were brighter yellow, the stripes down to his ankles, and stripes going straight up the side of his torso then swirling inward and circling his chest before thinking and stopping right on his chest. And (thankfully) his hair was softer and tamer, now falling to the nape of his neck in perfect black waves.

He made the Dursleys breakfast, did his chores quickly, and then snuck out. He felt weird sniffing, and let his snake take over, flicking out his sharp tongue and 'tasting' the air. Following the scent he found a small mouse and quickly killed it by unleashing his killer eyes, which for some reason felt very natural. Swallowing the mouse he felt like he should curl up and nap. Oh right! Snakes only had a couple mouse a week, 'thank god I read that book on snakes when I first found I was a parselmouth.' Harry thought. 'At least I only have to eat a bit, actually very helpful with the Dursleys!'

Day 5

When Harry got up to walk to the bathroom his feet were weird. Looking at the bottom, he found hard darker green scales covering the soles, built in shoes? Protection for his feet? Just another thing. Somehow his hair had gotten a couple centimeters longer and his tongue was forked. Praying the Dursleys wouldn't notice he threw on the thickest socks he could find and trudged to the kitchen. But another change came up when he couldn't smell the food he was making, or anything! Flicking his tongue out discreetly all the scents and to him, lots that couldn't be detected before as well. Wonderful. He could smell, but out of his tongue.

Day 6

When Harry woke up he knew he had to get away from the Dursleys. He had a small red patch of hair on the top of his head and stripes of scales on his arms. Although really, he was pretty fond of his new abilities. Putting on an old baseball cap he went downstairs, only to have Dudley laugh at the hat. But Harry knew what he had to do."Okay,

Uncle Vernon, I have a deal for you." Harry stated.

"Hah! What could you have to offer?"

"You won't have me in your house. Forever."

At this Vernon looked interested, "Okay, what do I have to do."

"All you have to do is give me a hundred pounds and drive me to London. From then you won't see me again, ever." Harry stated,

Uncle Vernon though for a minute, a hundred pounds, or no freak, "Deal!" He said.

Harry smiled alright then, if I have today 'off' to pack my stuff then you can drive me tommorow.

Uncle Vernon nodded.

Harry smiled even wider and went upstairs to pack.

Day 7

When Harry woke up he felt normal, like he was fully changed. His hair had grown to the bottom of his neck and his eyes looked so yellow they were almost golden. The red plume of hair was bright and the scales had moved to stripe down his arm and end at this middle finger. When he ran his forked tongue around his moth the felt four points, two smaller, two larger and everything seemed just a bit sharper. Fangs, he conceded. And then he noticed his scar was gone. Startled he touched the smooth skin on his forehead and grinned at himself. Grabbing his bags he slipped on the hat and ran outside where his uncle was waiting impatiently in his car. Putting in the trunk, and then Hedwig he seated himself in the back seat and they drove in silence to muggle London.

"Not sure where you're going or even able to go, but Goodbye!" Vernon shouted, grinnig madly and driving away.

Harry just smiled and hauled his stuff into the Leakey Cauldren. He asked Tom if he could keep his stuff there for a hour or so who said yes and took the muggle money and made his way to Gringotts. 'Thank god the goblins are sworn to secrecy' Harry thought relieved as they made his way down to his vaults. He put fifty pounds in and took a hundred galleons out.

"Is that all?" The goblin asked.

"Actually," Harry thought, "Can I have a meeting with the head of the Potter vaults?"

"Yes, tommorow at. . ." The goblin checked a scroll, "nine am, be there on time if your appointments cancelled."

"Of course." Harry nodded and exited.

Harry got a black robe with a hood and black gloves. Nodding at himself he was glad to not look like Harry Potter.