Wow, only took me five years to continue.

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The air was sharp and hard as he sliced through it. Over above the next mountain pass he spotted the golden castle, ramparts and peaks jutting into the air. Balconies sweeping out across the sky and gleaming in the light of the sun setting behind him. He felt the turbulence of the evening air as the shadows cooled and the updrafts slowed. Soaring in a great arc to follow the ridge where a final rising column of air gave him lift for the final stretch towards... where? What was this castle?

Harry started wondering what was going on, and then everything sort of dissolved in fuzziness.

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Harry woke up in the infirmary, face down on a pillow and drooling on it a little. By now the infirmary wasn't an entirely unfamiliar place to be waking up in, though lying on his belly was a little unusual. He tried sitting up to look for his glasses and accidentally jerked one of his wings off balance. Instinctively he started to flap to right himself and almost fell off the bed as his wings caught air. Stifling a curse he grabbed the headboard and steadied himself against it. Slowly he got the hang of drawing both wings in close where they didn't unbalance him. Then he looked very carefully over his shoulder, not making any sudden moves. "Gah!" So he really did have wings. Why did he have wings? His memories of why he had wings were a little fuzzy and seemed to be tied to the dream he was just having now. Maybe he could ask someone.

Since he had been flapping around, Madame Pomfrey or another nurse should be along shortly to check on him. He glanced around to look if anyone was approaching but the room was completely empty, even the other beds had been moved out. A mote of dust floating through a sunbeam caught his attention as it moved and he tracked it for a moment with fixed eyes. Then he realised he didn't have his glasses on yet, and the sunbeam was across the room. He didn't even have sight this good with his glasses on. He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes and noticed the brown claws sticking out of where his fingernails should be. Was there anything else weird he should know about? With great trepidation he started touching everywhere to check things out. Things seemed otherwise normal until he got to his tail. With great alarm he tried to get a proper look at it around his wings, pulling his pants lower to make it easier to see.
"Mr Potter!" Madame Pomfrey called from across the room. Harry quickly pulled his pants up and then got into a literal flap as he unbalanced again.

"Madame Pomfrey." He said, pulling the sheet up over himself protectively. Behind Madame Pomfrey was Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello Harry."

"Professor."

Madame Pomfrey handed him a small vial.
"Take this, it's a restorative, and do try to keep yourself in bed." She added, eyeing his wings as they waved unsteadily around.

Harry held his nose and swallowed the entire thing in a gulp. Madame Pomfrey looked him over to check his recovery, then took the empty vial with her and left.

"How come I'm still.. all birdy."

"I think you'll find it's 'Gryphoney', and it seems like you've had a very unusual reaction. We don't want you getting ill again, so we're not trying anything magical on you until we're sure it won't make things worse. Professor Snape is investigating."

"He's the one curing me of this?"

"Professor Snape is the most qualified potions master on campus, Harry. Once he's sure it's safe, we'll get you right back to normal." Dumbldore smiled.

"However, until then you'll be staying here. Voldemort may see this accident as a weakness, and it's best we don't worry anyone."

"But I feel really good. Really.. strong" Harry said, eyeing the trees outside his window speculatively, golden eyes flicking from branch to branch.

Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully a moment.

"I'm glad to hear that Harry, but I'm afraid you're going to have to be isolated from the student population for a little while, just until we can make you human again."

"Yes, Sir." Harry was so dissappointed that he was going to be cooped up that he didn't even think to question Dumbledore saying 'human'.

"I will of course, allow a few of your trusted friends to visit you, and give you notes for your classwork."

"That'd be.. really good."

"That's the spirit Harry. Now do try to rest." Dumbledore smiled a final time, and then left.

Harry was indeed feeling drowsy again, the restorative felt so nice and warm in his belly. He eventually figured out that face down was in fact his best bet, and drifted off to sleep again.

This time, he didn't dream.

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Random fact number #45: When you put 'Auron's hair' into Google the top results are all slash fiction. I was looking for hairdos!