Hey I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! We're getting onto Harry now! Harry and Co, still don't belong to me. Enjoy!

Mrs. Morpheus- Here you go! :)

Chapter two- What's this?

Harry Potter was lying in his bed at the Burrow and he ached. He felt terrible and he had no idea why. Well, he had an idea, but why would a dream make him ache? It was the early hours of the morning, on the 31st July.

31st july! It's my birthday!

Harry cast a quick tempus charm and he felt his shoulders sag when he read it was only 4.30 am. Way too early, even for Molly Weasley. He quietly got out of bed and padded to the toilet. His back really hurt and he tried to remember the dream he had last night.

He had wings, he remembered that much. Great big wings, the colour of fire. They were impressive and very beautiful, his hair seemed to be a bit longer and his eyes a bit greener, and he didn't wear his glasses in his dream.

'Glasses!' Harry gasped out loud. He wasn't wearing his little round specs, and he could see clearly! Even though it was dark, he could see the completely un-blurry outline of the bathroom. He turned the light on and hurried over to the large mirror that hung over the bathroom sink.

'Merlin!' He exclaimed. He looked exactly the way he did in his dream. He wasn't complaining, because he looked good. His eyes were more vibrant, and his face had lost its boyish charm, his body had filled out, and he swept his hands down his already-quidditch-toned-but-now-even-more-so body.

Harry shrugged, he could deal with this. But, what about the wings? Did he have those too?

He took off his tee-shirt, noticing the back was very ripped. 'What the...' He raised his eyebrows and chucked it in the bin, he looked at his back in the mirror and he saw it was a complete and utter mess. He had a large, angry 'V' shaped scar, starting at his shoulder blades and ending in the middle of his spine and dried blood was everywhere.

He came to the conclusion that he did have wings, they had just gone back inside his body. How and why, he didn't know. But he concentrated on making his supposed wings appear, after double checking the door was locked and warded. Harry closed his eyes tightly and imagined the large and colourful wings popping out his shoulder blades. Nothing happened.

'Hmphh!' He grunted as he tried again.

'C'mon wings! Appear!' He cried as he sent one last burst of concentration to his back and suddenly, there they were. Harry was shocked, half of him didn't actually expect it to work, and the other half was a mixture of fear, excitement and awe.

'So it wasn't a dream then? Great, I'm different. Again.' Harry muttered. No doubt someone will find out and sell the story to the Daily Prophet. But oh well, he thought to himself. I have wings and they don't. Suckers.

He hopped in the shower and washed the blood off himself. A quick tempus charm told him it was gone 6. He had been looking at his wings for over half an hour. He dried his hair and threw on some old clothes. He decided he was going to go clothes shopping when he next went to Diagon Ally. Dudley's old clothes didn't do his 'new look' any justice.

'Morning Molly!' He beamed at the older women and she jumped.

'Harry my dear! What you doing up so early? Where's your glasses?'

'Couldn't sleep, had an odd dream and woke up not needing them anymore. Do you need some help?'

'Oh okay. Happy birthday by the way! No, you don't need to help me today, you sit and make yourself comfortable, I'll get some breakfast on the go!'

'Molly...'

'Sit!'

Harry sat. You didn't want to mess with one Molly Weasley, especially when she was in her kitchen. 20 minutes later a huge, steaming plate of Bacon, eggs, hash browns, mushrooms and toast was placed in front of him.

'Mmm thanks Molly! Looks great!' He said and enthusiastically dug in. It didn't take long for the smell to waft up to the bedrooms and just after Harry finished eating, Ron and Hermione came downstairs, followed closely by the twins and Ginny.

'Good morning! Why is everyone up so early? It's only just gone 7!' Molly gushed. She loved it when everyone got up early.

'Couldn't sleep.' Ron yawned. Hermione was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and Ginny looked liked she'd been smacked round the face with a flobberworm. She didn't like mornings. At all.

The twins, on the other hand were bright eyed and bushy tailed. 'Morning Mother dear. Happy birthday Speccy. Finally a big boy now.'

'Oh Forge, look he's not speccy!'

'Merlin, Gred. You're right. Harry why are you inflicting blindness upon yourself?'

Harry laughed. 'Thanks guys. I just woke up this morning not needing them.'

Hermione perked up at that. 'You're telling us, that you woke up just not needing your glasses anymore?'

'Yeah 'Mione, that's exactly what I'm saying. My hairs longer and my eyes are greener too.'

'I think that baby Potter might have come into a magical inheritance!' Fred, or maybe George said excitedly.

'Don't you usually come into those on your 16th or 17th?' Ron said, the confusion clearly written over his face.

'Yes little Ronnikins. But in some cases, it can be 18, or even 21. But those are rare and haven't been heard of for centuries. I think, about 400 years ago, a young girl was happily walking through her town, and suddenly she turned into a mermaid! Just like that. On her 21st birthday.'

'That's obviously not true!' Hermione said pompously.

'And how do you know Miss-Know-It-All? Were you there?'

'Of course not. But it's obviously been made up!'

'Shut up 'Mione. It's true and there's not much you can do about it.'

'Don't talk to her like that.' Ron piped up and he sat at the table and looked at Harry.

'Mate, you look different.'

'Yeah, I just said my hairs longer and my eyes are brighter.'

'Always gotta be different haven't you?' Ron said with a sneer.

'What?!' Harry exclaimed.

'He's right, you know Harry. You have always got to be different. You always have to one up everyone. You can't help but love the attention.'

'Excuse me!' He spluttered as he stood up.

Ron stood up too, blocking his girlfriend from an angry Harry.

'Don't you fucking dare.' He hissed at his friend, was friend.

'Ronald language!' Molly cried. 'Sit down boys! Please!'

'You should know I have wings too.' Harry hissed back, ignoring Molly completely.

'Wicked!' Fred and George exclaimed in unison.

'I didn't ask for this. You two should know that better than anyone.'

'Ha! You've always loved being the centre of after year, you've gone and done something good and brave. 'Mione's right. You can't help yourself.'

'So you've been my friend because of my celebrity status?'

Ron shrugged and sat down, wrapping his arms around Hermione.

'Ron! Stop being an ass. Harry's done more for you then you've done for him. You ungrateful prick.'

'Well, I won't burden you anymore. And don't bother crawling back this time Ron. Thanks for breakfast Molly. I'll be grabbing my belongings and leaving.'

'Oh Harry dear! Sit down! He didn't mean it.'

'Yes he did Mrs. Weasley. And so did Hermione.'

Harry stormed upstairs and packed everything into his school trunk. He noticed Ginny didn't say anything to defend him, and she was supposed to be in love with him. Obviously not. Harry had been drifting away from her over the last few weeks anyway, and he didn't want to give her false hope that he wanted to get back with her

'Harry wait!' He heard someone call as he was walking down the garden path. He needed to get to the edge of the apparition wards.

'We're coming with you. Mum's in there having a full on fight with Ron and Hermione. Ginny seems to be enjoying it.'

'No, no. You two stay here, they are your family.'

'They are yours too Harry. Mum and Dad still love ya, so does Bill and Charlie. Percy had learnt to respect you, and Ginny's having a funny five minutes. Ron's the only ass in the family.'

'I know, I'll write your Mum a letter later. I can't be around him right now. I think I'll explode. My two best friends turning on me, just like that.'

'Sorry Harry.' They both said mournfully. 'Can we still come with you, we kinda promised Mum that we'll keep you safe.'

'Yeah sure. I was thinking of getting a room in Diagon. You can see my wings. If they come that is.' He added the last bit under his breath.

The three apparated to Diagon Ally and Harry went straight to the Leaky Cauldron. He paid for a room for two weeks and deposited his trunk on the bed.

'Happy birthday to me!' He sighed dramatically throwing himself down next to his worn school trunk.

'Hey don't worry! We'll help you celebrate in style!' They both said. 'First, you need to go shopping. Your clothes are worse than ours. Then we can show you some new products in the shop if you want.'

'And theeeeeen, it's party time. We know all the best bars down here don't we Forge.'

'Indeed we do Gred. Baby Potter isn't going to be a baby no more! Oh Gred! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

Harry looked worried.

'Won't the new Harry look absolutely smoking hot with a tattoo?' He finished with a grin.

'Oh my dear brother! You took the words out of my mouth.'

'Do I get any say in the matter?' Harry said quietly.

'Nope.' The twins said in unison. 'Where's these wings then?'

Harry chuckled, he hoped they had forgotten, but he wasn't in much luck. He removed his shirt and turned his back to his friends. It only took five minutes for them to show and the twins gave a loud gasp.

'Fuck Harry! They're amazing! What are you?'

'I have no idea. I was hoping 'Mione would do some research...' He trailed off, he felt a pang of sadness. He knew it was the end of the golden trio, and despite their words, he would miss them.

'We'll have a look. Blotts might have something.'

So Harry's birthday began. They went to Madame Malkin's first where the twins loaded Harry's arms with a variety of different clothes. He tried each outfit on and paraded around in front of Fred and George. He was making a show out of it, and he even attracted the attention of Madame Malkin, who couldn't help but laugh at the teen.

They clapped and wolf-whistled every time Harry came out of the changing room. He would smile and bow, fluttering his eyes and twirling as he turned to go back into the cubicle. Harry had just come out in a particularly nice outfit of tightish fitting black jeans, black dragon hide boots and a fitted white, button down shirt with a Slytherin green tie, when he saw someone he hoped not to see until school. Dammit!

Draco Malfoy was stood staring at Harry with his mouth open. And Harry thought it was quite alright to do the same. He looked hot. Like Harry, Draco's hair was a bit longer, and his eyes a bit brighter. They were more molten silver then stormy grey. Was Draco the same as him?

'Err Harry. You look like you're about to pounce on the man.'

Harry was shocked to find he was annoyed at the twins for interrupting his staring. He glared at them before greeting the blonde.

'Malfoy.'

'Potter. I see you're actually taking care of your appearance now. About time.' He drawled, walking further into the shop.

'Yep. I fancied a change, and as it's my birthday I'd thought I'd treat myself.'

'Well many happy returns. I'll leave you to it.'

'Thanks Malfoy, have a good day.'

The twins stood there in shock. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy having a civil chat? Impossive, their rivalry was almost legendary.

'We've grown up since our first year.' Harry snapped at the gaping red-heads.

'But..'

'Yeah..'

'That was Malfoy..'

'Draco Malfoy..'

'Ice Prince of Slytherin..'

'Yes. I know. Well done.'

They just raised their eyebrows and pointed to the changing room.

'You are most definitely buying that outfit. Malfoy looked like he was going to eat you alive.'

Harry felt pleased, and he had no idea why. He had felt a spark of attraction to the blonde, and he knew the feeling was mutual. The twins were right, Draco was looking at him like he was the last piece of cake at a party. He felt drawn to the blonde Slytherin and he intended to find out why.

He shrugged in agreement and got changed yet again.

The twins had made Harry buy at least seven new outfits, five pairs of shoes, three new cloaks, three new jackets and two pairs of dress robes, on top of a new set of Hogwarts robes. He was still short compared to the Weasleys, but his inheritance had made him a few inches taller and broader. Soon after, they made their way back to Harry's room to drop off his stuff.

'Now for the fun part. Melindia's Magical tattoos and piercings.'

They pushed Harry into the shop first and he was greeted straight away. 'How can I help you my dear?'

'I want a tattoo, but I have no idea what I like.'

'Ah never mind, here's a book. Have a look. I just need to finish off this gentleman and I'll be with you.'

Harry nodded and took the book. He had only looked at a few pages when he saw three different tattoos that he fell in love with straight away. One was a black, green and silver snake, that wrapped itself around the arm, starting at the wrist and ending on the bicep. It slithered around, confusing Harry, but he found the effect endearing. The second was a black panther that spread across the chest and stomach and the third was a lion, who shook his mane on a regular basis. He was a gorgeous sandy colour with a vibrant red mane of hair.

'Have you finished looking dear?' The woman said as she let the other man out of the shop.

'Yep, these three please. In the same places as the model, but can the snake have silver eyes, the panther have green eyes and can the lion be a bit darker?'

'Of course, I like the tattoos to be a bit different anyway. Makes them unique. Can I help you two with anything?'

'Oh no. We're here for Harry. It's his 18th.'

'Well! Happy birthday dear! If you can prove it's your birthday you can get a 20% off discount for all tattoos and if it's really your 18th you can have a free ear piercing.'

'Wicked. Thanks. Yeah it's my 18th. How do I prove it?'

'Just write your name and date of birth on this parchment.'

Harry done so and the woman gasped. 'Harry Potter?'

He inwardly groaned. 'Yes that's me.' He sighed.

'What an honor! Right over here then Sir. I'll begin right away.'

By the time Harry, Fred and George sat down for lunch, Harry felt exhausted. His back still ached a bit and now his chest, arm and leg did too.

'They look so wicked Harry.' Fred chirped, giving Harry the once over. 'If I was gay, I'd tap you.'

Harry blushed and rolled his eyes. I wonder if Draco's gay? No, no! I can't think of him like that!

'You've gone bright red Harry. What's up?'

'What do you think is up Georgie? Harry has a crush on certain blonde Slytherin.'

'Hey! No I don't. I can appreciate an attractive man, but that doesn't make me gay!'

The twins just laughed at him and they began eating their food. They wanted to stop off at their shop before they hit the pubs. Harry would love their new invention.

AN: Thanks for reading guys. :D