Disclaimer: I don't own either harry potter or x-men

Chapter 2

The Hospital Wing

After the sun had risen and bored Harry started to stare at his hands, imagining what they looked like without all of the fur on them. Then with an itching burning pain in his hand the fur seemed to shrink down back into his skin. However he found out that it took up an enormous amount of concentration to maintain it.

That concentration was broken when he heard the door to the nurses' office open and Madame Pomfery stepped out. With another itching burning sensation the fur grew back into existence.

Looking over at the nurse he had to suppress a growl when as she was walking towards his bed she stopped took out her wand and deactivated the wards stopping her passage, stepped through sand placed the wards back up.

Standing up as she approached Harry noticed that she seemed weary of him as if he would suddenly attack her or something which Harry thought was comical. Then he remembered the ministry and that he had killed someone.

Trying to appear non-threatening he decided to sit down on his bed with his hand on his lap clear for her to see. He also tried to still his tail when he noticed that her eyes flicked to it whenever it twitched from his unease.

"Morning Madame Pomfery. How are you today?" Harry asked as if he had ran into on the street and trying to ease some of the tension that she was giving off.

Frowning slightly as it had the opposite affect and she seemed to become more stressed and even seemed to become almost fearful of him.

Ignoring his question she proceeded to watch him to see if he would suddenly jump up and proceeded to attack. After about five minutes of watching him Harry decided to lay down which was when the witch broke out of her stupor and start asking him questions.

The questions ranged from how he was feeling (fine), what colours that he could see (all of them), to if he had any idea what had happened and how the change had come about (no clue). She then started to run some diagnostic spells and told him that everything was as normal as could be considering what had happened, other than his eye sight going back to 20/20.

After that was done she started to test his reflexes. First she started with pupil response using a lumous charm, then how his ears reacted to sound when she snapped her fingers by them and they twitched. She tested the nerve response in his hands by pinching his fingers and watching him for signs of pain then a test of how well his blood flowed to his fingers by squeezing his fingertips and watching as the blood ran back into the tissue colouring the skin, and so on until she had examined almost his entire body leaving his tail for last. His tail as he found out was extremely sensitive and whenever she went to pick it up he would automatically flick it out of her hand until he had to close his eyes and concentrate on not moving it. When Pomfery had poked it he had jumped as if she had stabbed it with a sword.

Throughout the examination Harry had tried to ask her questions but she ignored every single one of them only telling him that he had been unconscious for a week and that everyone else was ok.

When she was finished she brought him breakfast and left after double checking that the wards were still in place and that he could only get to and from the bathroom.

After he ate Harry stood up and headed towards the bathroom. When he had finished his morning rituals he stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. He decided to try what had happened with his hand but changing his entire body at one time.

Visualising what he looked like before the battle Harry growled in pain as his entire body was consumed in a burning sensation as the fur melted back into his body. He managed to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror but was unable to hold it for more than a few seconds before he collapsed suddenly out of breath and grimacing as his fur remerged from his skin.

Frowning Harry grabbed a clean pair of pajamas from one of the piles in the room put them on. Then proceeded to walk out only this time he focused on walking with his whole foot and not just on the ball of it.

When he sat back down in bed Harry thought about what he had seen when he had pulled the fur in. First off he knew he would need a lot of practice to try and keep it up for any amount of time, but there was also the fact that not all of his appearance had gone back to normal.

For one his ears had remained pointed. But he figured he could easily hide them by tying his hair in a way that it was covering his ears.

Second his eyes while still the colour of his mother's eyes there was no longer any white in them, as well as that they shrunk down to cat like slits in light. He supposed that in the wizarding world it could be explained away as a prank that had been pulled on him and in the muggle world as some kind of contacts.

Third he still had the tail and claws on his feet. Those would be more difficult to hide. A pair of boots with a slightly more rounded toe might do the trick but they would have to be dragon skin on the in and outside so his claws wouldn't poke a hole. The tail though he would have to work on.

For the rest of the morning he just sat there thinking about what had happened. Replaying the events in his head trying to find out just why he looked this way and what spell might have caused it. Then he realised he would have to come to terms with what else had happened other than his change, like what he had seen and then done.

Harry felt sick with himself as he realised that he was the one responsible for not only leading Sirius to his death, but after that he had stabbed Remus in the arm with his new hand claws and then preceded to chase done and KILL Bellatrix and not just with a spell. He remembered the savage joy he had felt when he had finally caught up with her, the feeling of her flesh giving way as his claws had dug in, the sticky warmth of her blood as it made its way to his skin.

Then there was Voldemort. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't loathed the man for what he had taken from him; however he had never wanted to kill him or any one for that matter. But the desire to kill had jumped up so quickly and he had been so willing to give in that it scared him now to think that he had been so ready to kill him, the urge to kill his enemy had been unbearable. Even now when he thought about it a part of him wanted to hunt down the monster and tear his throat out then feed him to his snake. Those thoughts worried him even more.

While he was thinking on that he didn't notice the time passing until Pomfery came towards him with a tray of sandwiches and some juice. But with his current mood he just nodded and stared at the food as if it was what had caused him all of his current problems.

After half an hour of staring at the food no looked around and noticed that the nurse was standing on the other side of the ward clearly wanting to come over and give him a lecture on not eating properly. When she caught him looking at her she gave him a pointed look that said clearly to eat something or I will give you a hunger inducing potion. So with grimace he took up a sandwich and began to eat. Before he knew it the plate had to refill itself twice before he was full he must have eaten at least a dozen sandwiches and he hadn't even been hungry! Summer was going to be pure hell.

Wait summer what would he do about that? Would he go back to the Dursleys? Probably not but if he did what would he tell his Aunt and Uncle would they believe a lame lie like a spell gone wrong and they had to wait for some research to be done before they could fix him? More than likely not but you never knew with those world class idiots he had for family.

As he was thinking that the door to the hallway opened and in stepped the headmaster. At first he walked past Harry's bed and went straight to Pomfery and they talked in her office for about half an hour until they came back out again. The nurse was shaking her head and Dumbledore looked to have aged ten years in the process.

Dumbledore noticed Harry watching him, turned and said something to Pomfery and proceeded to walk towards the area Harry was confined in.

Looking past the headmaster he watched as the school nurse shook her head, than cast a charm that caused the privacy curtains to conceal his containment area, leaving open one section until the headmaster had passed through. Once Dumbledore had passed the curtains, lowered and stepped across the ward line he proceeded to replace the ward only adding a charm to prevent them from being over heard by anyone outside. When the headmaster had lowered his wand Harry watched Madame Pomfery while she shook her head one last time and flicked her wand again causing the curtains to close completely.

With their privacy ensured Dumbledore surveyed Harry as if deciding whether or not Harry was going to die within the next fifteen minutes.

"Harry we need to talk."