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Chapter Three

Harry woke the next morning when two wizards started yelling in the next room. Instinctively he whipped out his wand and silenced the irritating noise. Bolting upright, wide eyed Harry dreaded the Ministry owl he knew would soaring in through the window any second. Getting expelled would not help his snake in lions clothing he wanted to pull until he was legally an adult, and no longer had to hide from the stupid trace.

5minutes…

10minutes…

An hour later…

The owl never appeared.

Harry eventually calmed down when he realised nothing had happened. The magical surge last night must have dissolved the trace or something. It was with that thought that he noticed the strong thrumming of magic in his veins, 20 times more insistence then the previous day.

Deciding to push his luck, the green-eyed teen aimed a Wingardeum Leviosa at the beside lamp. It shot into the air smashing to tiny pieces on the ceiling. Definitely more powerful, he would need help controlling this new influx.

Harry put his wand down and instinctively waved his hand saying Reconcilio. The lamp pieces pulled together before leaping back on the bedside table. Harry looked at his hand in awe. He had done wandless magic. Unwittingly, and he didn't feel drained like everyone reported. Not only that but he had used a spell that he never learnt at Hogwarts. Inspecting the lamp, Harry couldn't find any evidence it was ever broken. It was far more effective than a simple Repairo.

Harry knew he had to talk to Hermione she would be able to explain what had happened to him.

Walking to the bathroom the teen splashed some water his face. When his hands reached his chin he snapped his head up. Staring back at him was a completely different person. Harry started. Gone was the skinny young face in its place was high aristocratic cheekbones and a smattering of facial hair. He also noticed he stood taller than yesterday, by the looks of it he had grown half a foot. His shoulders had broadened and he filled out into a healthy, fit figure. His birds nest had grown longer, down to his shoulders into a sleek style. He would be running to escape the hoards after this new beauty.

He shaved with magic before sitting on his bed by the window with a grace not seen in the teenage Harry.

Without Hedwig, Harry was stuck, he didn't have anyway to contact Hermione and after last night he really needed her help. She might be able to sort out the missing expulsion notice. Not that it was a bad thing, but last year the Ministry missive after the Dementor attack was immediate. He would need her help with this power too, she always had the answers and if not she was the best at finding them.

Watching a raven out the window, Harry concentrated on the lazy flapping of wings, wishing he could be just like the bird and convey the message himself. Unexpected pain in his outer extremities brought Harry back to his surrounding. His arms were shortening and sprouting feathers. His whole body had turned the colour of his hair. Jumping back in horror his now feathered body slammed against the wall. Throwing his arms about, trying to get his balance, Harry realised he wasn't on the bed so much as above it…

With that the boy turned raven plopped back onto the bed and found himself human again.

Again Harry was stunned. He had just turned into a half raven. Once he was over his initial shock he again concentrated on the antics of the raven outside. His body shrunk and his arms turned to wings with glorious long flight feathers.

Harry had his solution. Changing once again, he quickly penned a note to Hermione; placed a strong ward on his room before pocketing his wand, transforming, picking up the letter in his beck and gliding out the window.

The flight to Hermione's was harder than he anticipated. He discovered a newfound appreciation for Hedwig. He wobbled through the sky, plummeting meters before catching himself. In muggle London he stopped for a rest in a nearby tree and thought about flying on his broom. Maybe if he relaxed and let the wind guide him it would be easier. After all, the raven from before didn't have that much trouble. And Harry Potter was not the youngest seeker in a century to be out smarted by a set of wings.

Launching again with his new resolutions in mind the remainder of the trip was a lot easier. By the time he was approaching his best friend's house it felt like second nature. Harry soared through Hermione's window just as the sun was setting. His bushy haired friend was buried in books and only looked up when the pitch-black raven landed on the pile next to her.

"Oh, hello beautiful, who are you?" Hermione crooned as she relieved him of the letter. Harry spotted a plate of untouched food, obviously Hermione's lunch and hopped over. He was very hungry.

Meanwhile Hermione was reading the letter,

Dear Hermione,

I have some stuff to tell you and I need your help with some pretty crazy shit that has happened to me in the last couple of days. I need to see you face to face. The only thing is I don't want anyone else to find out, not Dumbledore, not the Weasleys, not anyone. Promise to the raven, he'll know what to do he's an intelligent bird, if I do say so myself.

Love Harry.

Hermione looked at the black bird pushing the remainder of her lunch around the plate just like Harry did in the Great Hall. "I don't know why he needs me to promise anything he should know I'm with him 100%." At this the raven cocked his head as though he understood and was a bit sheepish about asking for it, Hermione shook her head and said, "Well, here goes nothing. I, Hermione Granger, promise on my magic not to reveal anything one Harry Potter may tell me." A purple glow surrounded the raven and the girl, and she could feel the oath take hold.

Before Hermione could ponder why the glow had encompassed the raven not Harry, the raven disappeared and sitting on the edge of her desk was her very awkwardly shifting best friend.

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