The Transformation

Harry sat on his bed at the Dursley's house; who was out having dinner, he himself was waiting for the clock to strike twelve-midnight, so he could take the Knight Bus home to Ron's house and get the hell out of here. All his things were already packed and it only took him half an hour so he still had to wait about an hour or so. He went over to his loyal owl, Hedwig, feeling sorry for the bird as it had to stay inside the cage when at home. 'HA… like they ever made me feel at home…' Harry shook his head of such thoughts to clear it; they would do him no good.

"Hey Girl, it won't be so long now, then you can go out and fly again with Pig, I know you miss him." At this Hedwig looked at him in a very telling way. "I know he can be a little overwhelming at times, but you still miss him." Harry smiled at her, trying to deny it. Harry went back to his bed and as he sat down, he looked at the gold watch Hermione gave him in birthday present. "Forty-five more minutes left."

'Why didn't Ron or Mione send me a letter? They always write...' Harry looked at the clock. 'Just forty more minutes and I am out of here.' He looked at his room of six years, thinking of all the abuse, chores and the endless summers. All there was left was Dudley's broken toys, the desk and bed. 'One more minute... Why can I feel magic?' Harry looked around and saw little round shining, a blinding white, orbs coming towards him. 'Ooh...'

"AAARRRHH!"

On the stroke of twelve, all the orbs moved into him, forming his body into a different being. 'It' lifted him up into the air, surrounding him inside a big shining orb. He laid in foetus position as the heat in his body reached an unbearable level and just as he thought he couldn't't stay awake any longer, the heat faded together with the light as 'it' laid him down on the floor still in foetus position.

Harry stood from the floor were 'it' had put him down, he then slowly walked over to his closet and looked at himself in the mirror, what he saw in the mirror did not look anything like him - Except for his green eyes, which were more alive than ever.

His hair was longer, down to his shoulders, and pure silver. His skin tone had changed from sun tan to cream alabaster. He was a little taller than before and around his neck was a chain with an orb which had a little pink light in it. His clothes had changed to black leather pants, a white tight tank top and leather jacket.

"What the fuck! NOT AGAIN!" Right at that moment Harry heard a noise over by his bed. "What's that?" as he went over there, he saw an envelope. "A letter?" Harry opened it and saw it was from his parents.

Dear Harry,

First of all, Happy Birthday! If you are receiving this, we have died before we were able to tell you about the powers you will probably have by now. At eleven, you gained the power to move objects with your mind, and to freeze time. You've received these powers from your father. You would have had them earlier, but we decided to bind them so you couldn't hurt yourself.

You are now seventeen, and able to gain the powers that I, as your mother, have passed to you. That is to control the five elements – earth, water, fire, wind, and electricity. You will have to be careful. These powers can change your eye and hair colour.

You must promise to be careful when you use them. No one must know that you have these powers, unless they make an Unbreakable Vow to keep them a secret.

Have a good year at Hogwarts. We are proud of you.

To turn back to your normal self, hold the orb and wish for it.

Love,

Lily and James Potter

P.S. Stay out of Dumbledore's way. He's not who he says he is.

Harry reread the letter twice in order to understand it correctly. He now had five more powers. He could already hear his uncle say the word freak repeatedly in his head.

'I am a freak.' Harry folded the letter and put it into one of his bags, and then he walked to the sink in the bathroom and looked at himself again. He turned the light on to study himself more closely, he then called upon the power of water, and the moment he did it, his eyes turned bright blue, 'like the ocean...' He played with the water, trying the make it form a bird. Just as he was giving up it formed an eagle, with its wings out like it was flying. "This is rather cool..." He walked back to his room, turned back to normal; he then took his bags and Hedwig and went downstairs. As he got outside in the driveway, he lifted his wand and five seconds later, the Knight Bus stopped in front of him.

"Good evening Sir, welcome to the Knight Bus, I will be your guide for the ride." A young man stood in the door of the bus. "Harry, oh my God! What are you doing in a Muggle town?" Harry looked at the man in front of him.

"Oh nothing Stan; I just lived here my whole life. Do you know the way to Ron's house? The burrow?" Harry looked up at Stan who was smiling.

"Of course Harry, that will be one gallon. Thank you." Harry turned for a moment, gazing at his home of seventeen years. He thought of all the times he had to sneak out to have something to eat, or when he was in the garden for hours, getting a tan and a stiff neck. "You're coming there, Harry?" Stan stood at the door, looking at Harry who went inside the bus without a word. Harry sat down on one of the beds in the bus, looking out the window, as they drove past his torture house.