July 31st, midnight
Harry's screams tore through the house; he didn't care if his uncle heard him, and all he cared about was the pain, the thousand knives cutting into his already abused body
It had just turned midnight on Harry's 16th birthday.
The pain grew even more, Harry was surprised that he was still conscious but he didn't care, all he could think about was the pain.
"BOY! Shut up, shut up, and shut up!
What is wrong with you, freak?
Shut the hell up!" screamed his uncle as he burst into Harry's room.
His tortured screams ceased.
"You selfish freak!
We clothe you, feed you and give you shelter; this is how you pay us?
You deserve what I'm about to do," boomed his uncle, a series of hard punches and kicks followed.
By the time he was finished, Harry had passed out the floor where he had fallen when his uncle started the abuse.
When Harry came to, he guessed it was night since the sun hadn't risen yet.
"What happened?" thought Harry.
His room was a mess, books everywhere, blood on the floor and feathers, feathers where everywhere.
"Hedwig!" he thought.
Harry searched his room but still couldn't find her.
He feared the worst had happened when suddenly a squawk was heard from above his wardrobe.
"Hedwig!" he cried.
The owl flew down into his arms and squawked with concern.
"I'm alright Hedwig, thought I'd lost you for a second."
Putting her down on his bed, he looked around his room again and realized that he didn't have his glasses on; he also realized that he could see even though it was still dark.
"What the hell?" he thought.
Looking into the mirror, his knees almost gave way with shock.
Instead of the scrawny, skinny, short boy, there was a tall dark-haired stranger that he didn't recognise; there was also a sort of glow around him that he couldn't quite suss what it was.
Harry decided that he liked his new appearance, when he noticed a major difference. Instead of the short, human canines were two long and elegant vampire fangs.
"Arghhhhhh!" Harry shouted.
It was then he noticed wings.
Two black wings that almost touched the floor, with feathers as soft as the air.
Hearing his uncle's abnormally loud footsteps, he started to panic. "BOY! I'm going to beat you to hell! This is the second time you have woken me up in the past 4 hours!" shouted his uncle as he unlocked Harry's door.
"Twice? 4 hours?" thought Harry.
It was then he remembered.
The unmerciful pain, the feel of bones growing, his uncle's abuse.
A sudden surge of anger coursed through him.
What right did his uncle have to do that to him?
The sound of the door banging open jolted him out of his thoughts, and what he saw made him laugh.
His uncle stood frozen with his mouth gaping open and his arm still outstretched form banging the door open.
"You know, you do look remarkably like a fish when you do that, although the pig's body does so not go with it,"
Harry was surprised at the sudden attitude change, "Can this actually happen overnight?" he thought.
His uncle's previously pale face changed to a deep shade of red that would have rivalled the Weasley's trademark red hair.
"That is it! I have suffered enough of this… this abnormality! I want you out of the house in 10 minutes!" boomed his uncle.
"Gladly," replied Harry.
With a speed that would have rivalled a cheetah, Harry was out of the house, trunk and things trailing behind him, within 5 minutes.
Harry decided that he would take the knight bus instead of flooing straight to Hogwarts since he had his trunk and Hedwig.
Throwing out his right arm he waited and 2 seconds later, the knight bus appeared with an almighty bang.
The bus stopped in front of him and out jumped Stan Shunpike, " 'Arry! Good to see yer 'gain," he exclaimed.
" 'Ow yer bin doi…"
"Not now Stan, I need to get to Hogsmead."
Picking his trunk up as if it was a feather, he climbed on to the bus, which was once again covered with beds.
"Yo! Me mama drives betta than you!" exclaimed the shrunken head which sounded like it was on crack.
"Hold on people!" and the bus was off with a bang, literally.
Resting his head on the pillow, Harry waited for Stan.
"That will be 11 sickles."
Harry dug around in his trunk and came up with his money.
"Here you go," he gave the money to Stan.
"Next stop, Hogsmead!" announced Stan.
With a third almighty bang, they were driving down past Zonko's with the lampposts jumping out of the way.
Stopping so suddenly that Harry had to hold on to Hedwig to keep her from falling, they arrived in front of The Hogshead.
"Thank you," said Harry, "Boy is Dumbledore going to have a heart attack, unless he already knows," he thought wickedly.
And he started the walk to Hogwarts.