Okay, Sorry about that Poppy/ Madem Promfrey thing. I have no real excuse besides Poppy is more fun to write then Promfrey. Also to answer one review on how Promfrey told Dumbledore first instead of Harry, he's a minor nuf said.

Also everyone who wants the relationship to start sooner shut up and wait. The seeds for Tonks start in third year and fourth year Fleur shows up. So shut up, wait and enjoy the dang story. I plan on making it a decent size so you get all that bit of romance you want.

And with Dumbles and Harry not yelling at him for knowing about his abuse, two things, One: He was still shell shocked, Two: He is still a naive twelve year old, for now. There was a third thing but I forgot.

Chapter three: Welcome Home Potter

The week before the train ride back to London left, Harry read almost every book on werewolves and turned vampires there was in the library at Hogwarts. They were all informative. Telling of the painful process of the change, plus the pros and cons the new forms gave. But none of those books told him how he should feel or react to this information. He thought that reading about others that went from human to something more (or less in some people's opinions) he would know how to feel but he doesn't.

He was still confused, he was still worried, and he still didn't know how to tell his friends. He was pretty sure he knew how Hermione would act: ask a few questions out of curiosity and then become that comforting friend that would do everything in her power to help you. But the problem was that Harry didn't feel ready for the questions. Neville would just treat him as if nothing happened, he would see Harry as Harry no matter what happens. Ron, on the other hand, he had no clue. He's been Harry's best mate since first year. But when Harry's rep took a blow, Ron became wary of him and his jealous habits had many times put a wedge in their friendship. He wanted to stay friends with him since he was his first friend, next to Hedwig, and that says something.

The bright side of reading all those books was that he found them to be a good distraction. But when he ran out of books on werewolves and vampires, he had to move onto a new subject. He decided he would read up on charms and transfiguration, which in turn lead him to the world of dueling.

He read the strategies, the common spells used, and the rules for each country. It was all so very interesting and it helped dull the panic and worry that went through him. But curiously it increased it in his friends. They usually gave him worried glances or asked if he was feeling alright. To which he would say he was fine and they would just stare at him in disbelief. Their looks of pity and worry turned him even more solitary as he didn't want to feel those kinds of gazes on him.

Harry quickly took to reading in the trees in the court yard. It had at first surprised him when he realized that he enjoyed being perched on a high branch. It brought him a sense of peace. It seemed like one of the habits he's developed since he became… whatever he was.

Another one was something that kind of creeped him out; he started to lick his lips. Doesn't sound that bad but when you can literally taste the smells in the air, it's kind of freaky. Imagine being able to taste when your best friend comes by to check on you or when a brat of a Slythern comes to rile you up. Oh yes, a very, very strange feeling.

But the reading had to eventually come to an end as they took their seats on the Hogwarts Express. An uncomfortable silence fell upon the three friends as Harry gazed out the window. His muggleborn friend looked at him with unease while the red head just gave an annoyed glare.

Harry ignored both stares and quickly became entrenched in his thoughts of how he was going to explain this to his aunt and uncle. Looking this different after only ten months away was going to piss them off. And Lord knows that they'd immediately deny that they malnourished him, or something like they gave him more than enough food. Then they'll go onto say he just used magic to change his looks because he was jealous of their 'Dudleykins', yeah right.

Next, they'd probably strip him of any and all belongs he had and toss him in the cupboard. Followed by changing his two-year-old bedroom into a new rec room for Dudley. Well after they pulled out a list of chores for him to do at least.

He kind of wanted to laugh when he thought of all the times his relatives called him a 'freak'. How right they were…now. He's a freak, a freak that wasn't even sure what to call what he had become. To that end, he felt dangerous and abnormal. And why shouldn't he? He now had venom that was almost as lethal as a Basilisk (according to the test done by Dumbledore) hidden in his mouth with his new fangs, feathers for hair, and Merlin knew what else is new on him.

"Harry," Instantly brought out of his thoughts by the call of his name, he turned his head and saw Hermione holding a piece of paper out towards him.

"I know there's something wrong with you, I don't know what but there is. And if you ever want to talk about it, this is my address and number. Just call or come over and I'll listen." Harry looked at the piece of paper for a moment and gave Hermione a genuine smile as he took the information from her hands.

"Thanks 'Mione," Harry said, not guaranteeing that he was but kept it as a possibility nevertheless.

Ron rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Harry paid it no mind as this is how Ron usually acted when Harry had stuff on his mind or when something changed for him. But he always came around, sooner or later.

"So," Hermione said trying to break the uncomfortable silence again "What electives did you pick for next year."

"Magical Beasts and Runes."

"Runes!" Ron nearly shouted "I thought we were going to go with the easy-pass Divination."

Harry just shrugged his shoulders "I don't like the fact that the class says that the future is written in stone. I think the future is something we have to build for ourselves. Besides, it seemed pretty useless." Hermione nodded her head in agreement, that was the one class she didn't want to take but took because of her friends.

"But it's an easy pass!" Ron insisted, still not quite able to wrap his mind around Harry's logic.

"An easy pass isn't going to help me get by, Ron." Harry said. Showing off some of the knowledge he absorbed in the last week, Harry continued, "Besides, I read in one of the dueling books about how some wizards used runes in a fight and it seemed pretty cool."

"Ugh, reading."

Again Harry shrugged "We're wizards, it's one of the few ways we learn how to use magic." A moment later Harry realized he'd finally found some much-needed closure with that statement; he still counts himself as a wizard.

Ron seemed uncertain but gave a nod of acceptance.

A few hours and several awkward conversations later, they arrived at Platform 9 ¾. His friends gave their quick goodbyes as they went to see their families, while he went to find the people he had to call his relatives. He spotted them by the entrance to the station. They're not that hard to spot; just look for a giraffe, an elephant and a manatee, and you got them.

He pushed his trolley towards the zoo of a family and gave them a weak greeting. All the Dursleys just stared at him like an oddity. They did it for a few seconds before Dudley asked "Who are you?"

Despite getting somewhat use to that question from back at Hogwarts, Harry took in a breath and sighed "Harry." He even lifted his feathers to show the scar.

"Boy!" Vernon snapped in a quiet yell as his face started to turn that strange purple color "Whatever you did to yourself, change it now!"

Harry looked bored and uncaring as he answered, "I can't, uncle. Because this is what I would've looked like if I was given an appropriate diet. At least that's what Madam Pompfrey said when she gave me the anti-malnutrition treatment."

Petunia put on a weird-looking scowl with her lips pressed tight against each other. "We gave you more than enough food!" Called it "You just did this to yourself because you were jealous of Dudley's good looks." Called it again.

"Honestly, Aunt Petunia, I didn't want this either but I got hurt and had to stay in the hospital wing for a while. She decided while I was there that she'd treat me." That was partly true at least.

The Dursleys still looked ticked but eventually gave reluctant murmurs of acceptance. They led him to the car and waited for him to pack himself in. Harry hid his wand in his sock and brought Hedwig's cage into the car with him, placing her on his lap.

Harry accidentally licked his lips as he settled into his seat. Aside from Hedwig and her cage, he got a very nasty smell in his mouth. The whole car smelled greasy from constant trips to fast food joints. Petunia had some sort of cheap perfume on. Dudley was trying to conceal the smell of cigarettes with even cheaper cologne. But Vernon was the worse, smelling of greasy sweet and old food.

A very unpleasant experience, he made a note to himself not to lick his lips while around this family, especially when in an enclosed space. At least Hedwig managed to make the area smell a bit better. The smell of feathers was so much better than that family.

The ride back to #4 Private Drive, which didn't end quickly enough in Harry's opinion, was just as silent and uncomfortable as usual. The only time anyone talked to him was when Uncle Vernon told him there would be chores waiting for him when they got home.

Finally arriving at the house, Vernon took Harry's trunk and shoved it in his old cupboard. "No magic while you're here, boy. Now put that bloody bird in your room and get back down here to do the chores." Vernon demanded pointing up to the small bedroom upstairs.

Harry gave a weak nod and went up the stairs. He placed Hedwig's cage on the desk and stroked his familiar's feathers fondly.

After petting her, Harry noticed her near-pleading look that went towards the window. "Okay girl, just come find me when you're done." Harry said, opening the cage and letting her out the window.

After watching her fly away, Harry went downstairs to get his chores from Vernon and get it over with. The list surprisingly wasn't that long, just the usual wash and vacuum, make dinner and so on. Oh but there was also a part on the list about him reattaching the bars on the window that he and his 'delinquent friends' tore out of his wall.

Two and a half hours later, Harry was done and had an hour to kill before he had to make that family their meal. So he decided to walk around the neighborhood and maybe visit the park nearby.

The sight of the neighborhood gave Harry mixed feelings. First there was nostalgia since he was raised here, second was disgust of how every house was trying to fall in the norm while trying to outdo each other at every turn, and last was a feeling close to hate from all the 'Harry Hunts' that had taken place here without anyone helping him.

And why did no one help a poor seven year old while they watched other people's kids, and sometimes even their own, kick dirt in his eyes? Because the Dursleys spread rumors about him. Horrible rumors that would make it seem like every time he got picked on were fights started by him.

Rumors that were obviously still in effect since some of the neighbors were giving him strange looks. Yet they didn't seem to be the same as before, more like a look of trying to figure out who somebody was. He guessed some recognized him by the evil eye he was getting. But at the same time, he was getting a strange reaction from the females of the neighborhood; they were staring at him like they wanted him.

A look he didn't want to feel, considering how most of those same girls treated him when he was younger.

When he made it to the park, he made a beeline to the sturdiest looking tree he could find and jumped up onto a strong branch. As he reclined against the trunk, Harry couldn't help but idly wonder if this new habit was from the bird or snake now in him.

This line of thought soon had him lying back, thinking of what he now was and what it meant. He noticed the several bright sides, better sight, taller, in better shape, a deadly weapon lying in wait in his mouth only active when he wished it, and several other possible abilities lying in wait. All in all, impressive and cool.

Down sides, he didn't know if he counted as human anymore. And knowing the Ministry, they would instantly classify him as a Dark creature out of a mix of fear, ignorance and bigotry, making him less than a citizen or a person in the eye of British society. There was the chance that when the Slytherins found out, they would start a proposition to get him kicked out of school, which many parents would go with thinking that he was dangerous. Then there was the chance of his friends rejecting him, he knew Hermione and Neville wouldn't but everyone else he wasn't so sure of.

As he thought of the pros and cons of his situation, he started to whistle a random tune to relax himself. As he fell into his thoughts and tune, Hedwig landed on his shoulder and rubbed her head against his cheek. Harry didn't stop whistling as he caressed his familiar's feathers fondly.

Hedwig hooted fondly to Harry's tune and stroking. After a few more minutes of this, Harry reluctantly jumped down from the tree and raised his arm so Hedwig could land back on him. He noticed a few white feathers fell off her as she landed. Kind of pretty.

He leveled his shoulder and let Hedwig move to his shoulder and the two of them walked back to number four. When he arrived at the front step he allowed Hedwig to jump off his shoulder telling her he'd keep his window open.

After about forty minutes of preparing the overfed family their dinner, Harry went up to his room knowing he wasn't welcomed at that table.

He sat on his bed, back against the wall with his arms behind his head. His mind lost in his thoughts once again. This time not about his new condition but how stupid he was not to get something to eat while he was down there.

His mind started to wander on things he could eat. He had a few pounds in his pocket and a few hundred galleons shoved the mockskin pouch Hagrid gave him first year, handy as hell, so maybe if he sneaks out he could get something. Maybe he could skip to a pizza shop, pepperoni was so good. Or head to Three Broomsticks and pick something up. No, what was that place that all the Muggleborns at school kept on talking about, McDonalds? It was suppose to be cheap and taste amazing. Plus Harry was sure he saw one a few blocks away from the neighborhood.

Yeah, he should go there.

He was about to stand up and try to sneak out the window but a hot sensation in his chest stopped him. It wasn't painful, comforting actually and then the room seemed to disappear in a bout of flames and was replaced by a parking lot with a big M sign in the middle. The instant after he regained his senses, he had to forcefully restrain himself from yelling in surprise and panic.

"How the hell did I get here?" Harry asked himself out loud. Harry looked around the area panicked, momentarily forgetting his hunger. He was extremely thankful that he seemed to have arrived hidden between two cars and that no one seemed to have noticed him.

It took several long, deep lungfuls of air before he was calm enough to think rationally. Maybe this was that apparition thing Hermione talked about. No, this was fire, apparition didn't have fire, but Fawkes did when it teleported in the Hospital Wing.

After a few seconds to process this possibility, Harry grinned widely. This was cool! Most definitely a big perk that came out of all this. He was going to have learn how to control this later. But for right now, there was a burger was calling him.

After devouring the greasy goodness, Harry walked out of the building and looked around, unfortunately there were too many non-magical around to try this. He had to find another place to try this, somewhere faraway and secluded, like a forest or that abandon factory on Miller Road.

The old shoe factory was probably best to practice at. A decent size, a few obstacles for when he actually got the hang of it, and it was close by. As soon as he set his mind on the factory he felt the heat in his chest again.

"Crap." He mumbled out loud as the parking lot melted away in flames and a broken down factory replaced it. "I did not mean to do that in front of a bunch of muggles." Harry said pinching the bridge of his nose. "I really need to learn how to use this."

Harry thought of how he did it. Both times he had a set idea of where he wanted to go and then poof, fire, and here he was. It was practically like jumping, just a little more fiery. Looking around, he spotted a staircase in front of him and focused on the top stair. He visualized himself being there and he concentrated.

When he felt the hot sensation in his chest again, he looked down and watched as flames quickly began licking around his chest and trailing over the rest of his body. An instant later, he was standing upon the top stair. Momentary elation had Harry throwing his arms up and whooping his hands in victory…before he lost his balance and found himself gracelessly tumbling down the stairs

"Need to work on which way I'm facing" Harry mumbled as he stood back up and tried again.

For the next two weeks he practiced. He'd found that distance, mid-air, and direction were all important, and he was steadily getting better at it. It was a quick and easy means of transportation, but after either a prolonged or consecutive usage, he got winded. Each time he teleported, it was like jumping and if you jump about fifty times you start to get tired. The jump from number four to Diagon Alley was especially exhausting. It seemed the farther he went the more it took out of him. But he did manage to get a few good books out of that particular trip.

Harry had every intention of calling Hermione earlier in the week and to tell her now that he was had become a bit more comfortable with whatever he had become. At least enough to tell somebody, still not all that happy about it but could talk about it. Unfortunately those hopes were dashed when Ron, that idiot, tried calling and ended up yelling Petunia's ear off. Which lead to Harry being banned from the phone and thus now unable to call Hermione.

And to make his life worse, Dudley's Aunt Marge came over for a belated Birthday celebration. She loved treating Harry like dirt, which he could live with, she yelled at him to work and do chores, again something he could live with. But, that night she did something he simply could not forgive.

"…It's all to do with blood. Bad blood." Harry's fist gripped the counter hard, making a few tiles crack "What was it the boy's father did, Petunia?"

"Um, he didn't work, he was unemployed." Petunia said with a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"And a drunk too, no doubt."

"That's a lie" Harry said with an overlap of two other sounds.

"What did you say?" Marge hissed.

"My father wasn't a drunk!" As Harry yelled, a strong wind entered the room, lifting his feathers and clothes while the lights of the house started to flicker. And everyone gasped as the glass in Marge's hand exploded.

"Don't worry, I have a very strong grip."

The Dursley's nodded and turned to Harry with a disgusted look "I think it's time you went to bed."

"Quiet, Vernon. You," She pointed to Harry and then the mess. Harry reluctantly grabbed a dish cloth and made his way over to the mess.

As soon as Harry was near the table, Marge continued her rant "Actually, it has nothing to do with the father. It's has to do with the mother. They see it all the time with dogs. 'If there is something wrong with the bitch, there is something wrong with the pup.'"

That did it "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" the dog Marge brought with her started to whine and run under the table. The wind picked up again and the lights started overflow with electricity.

The fat relative put a smug grin on her face as she pointed her finger at him. "Now you listen to me…"

"No, you listen to me!" Harry shouted making the room rise a few degrees. "My father wasn't unemployed or a drunk and there was nothing wrong with my mother! They were both cops! And they died protecting me from some sick terrorist!" Harry's voice mingled with two other sounds as he yelled louder, something like a hiss and a bird's shriek.

"Boy, calm down!" Vernon yelled, frightened for his sister's well being.

Harry didn't calm down; he stormed out of the room, letting his anger destroy all the glass in room as he passed. Harry moved towards the cupboard and ripped the door clean off its hinges with his bare hands. A second later, he was pulling his trunk out and moving towards the door.

"Where are you going, boy?!" Vernon said as he rushed out of the kitchen.

"The hell away from here!" Harry yelled back and willed his fire to take him as far away from here as possible. He shot one last glare at his uncle before the flame completely engulfed him and dragged him away.

Harry and his fire traveled for about thirty seconds before he started to feel tired, a few seconds later and he was feeling utterly exhausted. He felt his fire dying out prematurely and watched it vanish, leaving him hanging in mid-air, making him slam into a brick wall.

Harry unsteadily brought himself to his feet. His breath seemed ragged and his stomach was urging him to puke. He resisted the urge and picked up his trunk.

As he picked himself and his trunk up, he looked around but did not recognize the dirty alley way. He walked out into the streets and saw a wizardly market place, one so much different from any other he had ever seen.

Wizards walked the busy street conversing with varying species. A centaur was bartering with a goblin over some trinket. Large television screens were displayed in front of some stores advertizing products. Some of the shops stretched in height to reach near skyscraper size. And unlike Diagon Alley, this stretched into other streets and directions. He even saw another McDonalds, with a Starbucks right next to it, and a broom shop on the other side.

Harry gave the scene one last look before he muttered the first thing that came to his mind. "Where the hell am I?"

Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow but I needed to build on something, plus Harry needs to pick something up.

And a small note about bashings, I only give them to charters who piss me off. Not telling who, pretty sure you guys can eventually figure it out.