Sorry for the delay but I just finished my finals and now I am able to start writing all these stories in my head without much interruptions! So check out my other stories as well as my old one too! Thanks for all the alerts and favs! Thanks even more for the reviews... I know how people just read and leave but that just means you guys like me more and that brings great self-esteem to feed my lacking ego! XD So here is the second chapter and I hope I didn't disappoint anyone!
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Chapter 2 Life changing
Something was tickling his ears. He could hear that squirrel digging nearby. The birds were too damn loud. Why are they so busy early in the morning? If that dragonfly didn't get off his ear he was going to eat it!
Uh...wait...what did he just say? Wait ... he was in the woods. He was running...no he was laying on the ground. He was shot... with a gun! For Merlins sake what the hell was sitting on him? He felt so heavy!
Harry slowly tried to actually open his eyes. He felt as if he had been asleep for a week! His head felt like it was spinning. As he opened his eyes without the frantic blinking he could see... green. Grass?
His face was facing a lot of grass and roots at the bottom of a tree. He breathed in but stopped when a sharp pain in his back racked his intire body. He trembled vilently and growled. Growled?
Harry tried to see if anything hurt before he moved. There was going to be no help in the middle of these woods and he didn't want to stay any longer than he had to. No matter how peaceful, calming, or at home he felt out here. That dragonfly was just not letting up! He flicked his ear back and forth to move it. When it did he saw it land on the root next to him. There was also something big and black in front of him. Without his glasses all the colors were looking a bit wierd. But he wasn't dizzy.
Checking himself he found that everything seemed fine except for his back. He felt a bit wierd around his back side as well but other than that he thought he had enough strength to at least get up from the ground. He knew his head was not meant to be bent that way. Oddly he wasn't uncomfortable. Laying on his stomach and his chin propped up on some root was really relaxing. He started to put his feet on the florr and slowly tried to raise his body off the ground.
Closing his eyes at the pain Harry lifted himself on shaking limbs. He concentrated on his breathing. The wind felt good on his back as well as the sun. He was warm but still sore. He wasn't really sure if he was even making sense anymore. He did know that he was starving. And that that damn squirrel was going to get it with all its chattering. How dare she throw that twig at him? He was not on her buried nuts because he wanted to be!
With another growl Harry flexed his back and thrusted his head up and opened his eyes to stare at the squirrel. It had stopped chattering but aimed another twig at him from her stop high up in the maple tree.
He hissed a bit at the pain in his back but it was slowly dulling and he started to notice something. What was up with his vision? The colors were a lot more vibrant than he was used to and he could actually see clearly! Screw the squirrel for now what the hell was going on? That black thing in front of his face hadn't moved. He shook his head gently at first but it wouldn't budge. He growled again and shook his head even more vigorously. Why wouldn't it come off! His legs were getting tired so he sat himself on his rear and tried to grab at the black mass in front of him.
"Whoa!"
Large black claws had leaped up to his face and he jerked back. Falling onto his back Harry ignored the slight sting from the bullet hole and tried to scramble away backwards trying to avoid whatever it was trying to attack him. He was frozen solid when he saw the belly of the beast. Quite literally.
"What in the bloody hell is going on!" Harry was staring at the dark grey belly of a lizard of some sort. Forelegs with claws and hind legs with more! A long black tail... whipped around stifly. Harry could hear himself breathing heavily but the unfamiliar chest was following it. Harry licked his lips and tried to calm down. He tried to wiggle his toes. The hindleg... claws wiggled in return. Harry gasped softly.
"No fucking way..."
That was very appropriate in this situation... he heard it on the telly once, although he couldn't see the picture because of Dudleys fat arse sitting right in front of it but..Screw it! He stared at his other claws... hands? He flexed those too. He had turned into some little lizard! Harry noticed the growling. What lizard growled? At least he wasn't a snake. He didn't know how he was going to explain that one to Ron and Hermione. Or any of the other Gryfindors. Or anyone for that matter he couldn't talk! Wait... yes he could! What the bloody hell was going on?
Harry decided that staying on his back was not good for bullet wound so as he started to turn over onto his left side a strange feeling tingled his back, or was it his side? Looking down at himself Harry noticed he had... wings.
"So what in Merlins name does that make me? Some kind of dragon? No it cant possibly be... right?"
Harry monuevered himself so he wasn't laying on his newly found wing. As he stood on all four he stared at his wings. They were big. Bigger than he was and he thought he was pretty big considering that his back had all of these sharp looking spikes running along it and down to his...tail. Yeah it was still wagging back and forth swiftly. Just underneath it was his wand. The holly wood clean and polished gleaming under the rising sun set it clearly apart from the other dull twigs and sticks lying about.
Harry turned himself around on unsteady legs. This four legged thing was going to get some real practice, hopefully, real soon. The wamd was now directly below his face, er snout, no er muzzle? Anyway Harry just stared at it. It wasn't like he could pick it up. He did have five claws... maybe one acted like a thumb did. Better not try it though. With his luck he might just break his wand. That would be even more difficult to explain. Maybe by the time he did he would have changed back and wouldn't have to tell anyone for a very long time or when he was ready. Hopefully that would take a very long time.
The Dursleys were going to kill him. He needed to change back sometime before they returned and although this form was starting to grow on him he ddin't want to be stuck this way. Harry started to flex his back to check if there was still any pain. it had been fading ever since he woke up. maybe dragons healed differently than humans. You would think he had tried to study them after his heads up on the first task fourth year. He sure as hell was going to now. Maybe he could write to Charlie Weasely. He was in Romania with all those dragons. He would know more than some book, at least hands on experience had to have more value. Dammit wait was making all that racket.
Harry started to tilt his head left and right to catch the sound again. It was like crunching. Like twigs under someones shoe. Someone was coming. Harry stumbled behind a tree out of instinct. The sounds came from behind and it set off a low growl in his throat.
"POTTER!"
"Now Severus did you have to yell like that?"
"Yes, Albus I did."
