I am so enthused by the amount of favorites/follows for this. I've done a crazy little dance every time I see one of them in my email. Which makes people look at me funny, but I don't care since that do that normally anyways. This chapter is rather short. Shorter than the first one and I apologize for that. I felt like it was an appropriate place to stop, and I don't really pay attention to the word count. Maybe I should... Anyways on to the story!

Freasian Mantal

Chapter 2

When Harry awoke the next morning, before the sun rose as he usually did, he could feel the wet blood that was still on his back and also on his mattress. He sat up slowly, and the room was blurry around him. He touched his face to see if his glasses were there. They were. When he took them off he could see clearly.

He blinked several times in amazement. He ran his hand through his hair, but felt something strange on the side. He carefully ran his hand over it. It appeared to be a horn. He put his other hand on the opposite side. He felt a horn there too. Harry's eyes went wide as saucers.

He had horns.

Why did he have horns?

He went to stand, and as soon as he made it to his feet he felt a draft on his back. He reached an arm over and touched what felt like feathers. He looked over his shoulder and saw what looked like white wings.

At this point Harry was just amazed. He had become even more freakish. He quickly put up a glamour, when he heard someone unlocking all of the locks on his door.

"Harry?" whispered his Aunt's voice through the crack in the door. "How is your burn?"

Harry dropped his glamour and looked down at his arm. There wasn't a burn there. His magic transformation into whatever he was must have fixed him. He had no bruises, and no scars. There wasn't anything wrong with him physically. At all. His first thought was that his Uncle couldn't see him at all. His second was that this made him an even bigger freak.

"Harry?" whispered his Aunt's frightened voice once more.

"I need to use the loo Aunt Petunia." Harry said just as quietly.

"Alright. But please be quick. No one is up yet, but I don't want you to get into any trouble." She said quietly. As she slowly opened the door, Harry threw the glamour back up and walked quickly past her.

Once he was safely in the bathroom, he dropped the glamour. He stared at himself in amazement.

He had two medium sized, white horns on the top of his head, and a pair of small, white feathered wings sprouting from his back. His eyes were the emerald of the Avada Kedavra curse and they looked even more mesmerizing than they had before. He had a small, pert nose and high cheekbones. He had wider hips, and a smaller waist than he had yesterday. In addition he had no physical imperfections, and his ears were pointed. His hair was much longer and thicker too.

What was he now? Besides more of a freak. He shook his head and looked at the shower. How could he take a shower with his wings out? He thought about them disappearing, and felt them start to retract into his back. It was painful. He ran a hand over his head and thought about his horns disappearing. Then he clutched his head in agony as they retracted back into his head as well.

Once he was able to stand straight again, he took a quick shower. After he finished his Aunt locked him back into his room. He let his horns and wings reappear. It wasn't painful to let them out, just to keep them hidden evidently. He didn't know what he was going to do. He put his head in his hands. Then he sat up suddenly. He could call for Dobby! Surely Dobby would know what sort of creature he was! He snapped his fingers and said "Dobby." Instantly the eccentric House Elf appeared.

The Elf was looking down at his feet. "What can Dobby be doing for Master-" at that point the Elf looked up and went wide eyed. "Harry Potter sir! Yous is a Freasian Mantal!"

Harry stared at the Elf in a bewildered manner. "I'm a what?"

"Freasian Mantal! Dobby has never met one! Only heard of them! But Dobby thought they were only tales to be told to children and small House Elfs! Dobby never thought they really existed!"

"Dobby what exactly is a Freasrn Mehtale?"

"Freasian Mantal Master Harry Potter sir. Yous is one. They is highly magical, mythical beings. They only help and heal. They is better at House Elf things than a House Elf is. Small House Elfs is told that if they don't do their best each and every day at everything they do then the Freasian Mantal be coming to teach them how to do it better."

"Dobby that still doesn't tell me what I am."

"Dobby will bring Master Harry Potter a book sir that tells you all about what yous is. But Dobby needs be taking Master Harry Potter somewhere safe first. For Master Harry Potter can't be staying with his relatives because he will start summoning his mates to himself, but first he needs to be in a safe place to consummate and bring small children into world."

By the end of Dobby's speech, Harry's eyes were as big as they had been earlier this morning. Dobby grabbed his wrist and then they were gone.

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