Wings
Harry James Potter, at six in the morning, a week after receiving the letter, never went to the restricted section. It was getting exceedingly difficult to get away from Ron and Hermione. He couldn't even go to the bathroom unaccompanied. Ron followed him in while Hermione waited at the door. Going to bed alone was also becoming a hard to come by commodity, Ron always seemed tired at the same time that Harry wanted to go to bed. Plus to his mounting annoyance, Hermione kept asking him odd questions; 'Are you feeling warm', or 'Are you sore anywhere?' were just a few of them.
Now he wished he had snuck out, seeing as he had been sore and overly warm along with his uncontrollable libido and itching back. The letter had said that it would answer a lot of his questions, if he looked up those odd creatures. He had tried his dark art books along with his magical creatures ones, he even snuck looks in the older years curriculum there was no mention at all of the Keir.
That morning he woke up early as usual, as he couldn't get his regular release with Ron babysitting him when he went to bed. He now pleasured himself in the shower, with the water's hissing sound hitting the tiled floor covering his cries of joyous release and it cleaning away the evidence of his pleasure it was the safest way to get rid of the mounting tension running in his over heated blood.
He had been brushing his teeth when a short strike of hot, flashing pain erupted from his exposed back, causing his legs to go numb and thus sending him to the cold floor with a curse slipping from his lips. As soon as the pain came it was gone, leaving him gasping in shock. It took a few short moments for him to regain his bearings before he could grab onto the white porcelain sink protruding from the wall, just under the magic mirror hovering in the air, to pull him self up. Once he was steadier on his feet Harry ran shaky fingers through still damp hair. When he finally looked into the mirror, what met him in his reflection forced a soft and high pitched squeak to emit its self from his dropped jaw.
He had wings! Glittering gold wings of dark reds, pale blues, deep shimmering greens and endless black swirling together in a mist, never mixing their shades. They were so light that he would have never noticed them resting firmly between his shoulder blades if he hadn't looked in the mirror. Their shape reminded him of a butterflies, only instead on either two wings or four there were six. They were in three different sizes, the smallest resting in the middle unmoving, jutting out in an angle to its almost square ended shape. The higher ones where not much smaller then the lowest ones, they hovered about five inches over his head and were shaped similarly to the center ones. The largest curved down to have their almost tear drop endings to drag on the floor.
Harry was speechless. Reaching over with shaky hands, he gently ran the back of his pointer finger against the closest fluttering appendage. They did not have a silkiness that he had expected, but a soft fuzziness to them, it was almost felt as if he was petting a short haired kitten.
An alarm going off in the dorm snapped him out of his wondering daze, making him jump in surprise. He couldn't let others see him like this, what would they say? Harry stiffened up, turning his head from left to right, looking for a way to make his new appendages go away. Just as he was about to run back into one of shower stalls and close one of the red plastic curtains, the bathroom door was opened, the swing of the door pulled bits of his drying hair up with its breeze.
Harry froze his eyes wide with shock and horror as both Seamus and Dean stood at the threshold staring with the same expression Harry was currently wearing.
Harry James Potter, at six in the morning, a week after receiving the letter, never went to the restricted section. It was getting exceedingly difficult to get away from Ron and Hermione. He couldn't even go to the bathroom unaccompanied. Ron followed him in while Hermione waited at the door. Going to bed alone was also becoming a hard to come by commodity, Ron always seemed tired at the same time that Harry wanted to go to bed. Plus to his mounting annoyance, Hermione kept asking him odd questions; 'Are you feeling warm', or 'Are you sore anywhere?' were just a few of them.
Now he wished he had snuck out, seeing as he had been sore and overly warm along with his uncontrollable libido and itching back. The letter had said that it would answer a lot of his questions, if he looked up those odd creatures. He had tried his dark art books along with his magical creatures ones, he even snuck looks in the older years curriculum there was no mention at all of the Keir.
That morning he woke up early as usual, as he couldn't get his regular release with Ron babysitting him when he went to bed. He now pleasured himself in the shower, with the water's hissing sound hitting the tiled floor covering his cries of joyous release and it cleaning away the evidence of his pleasure it was the safest way to get rid of the mounting tension running in his over heated blood.
He had been brushing his teeth when a short strike of hot, flashing pain erupted from his exposed back, causing his legs to go numb and thus sending him to the cold floor with a curse slipping from his lips. As soon as the pain came it was gone, leaving him gasping in shock. It took a few short moments for him to regain his bearings before he could grab onto the white porcelain sink protruding from the wall, just under the magic mirror hovering in the air, to pull him self up. Once he was steadier on his feet Harry ran shaky fingers through still damp hair. When he finally looked into the mirror, what met him in his reflection forced a soft and high pitched squeak to emit its self from his dropped jaw.
He had wings! Glittering gold wings of dark reds, pale blues, deep shimmering greens and endless black swirling together in a mist, never mixing their shades. They were so light that he would have never noticed them resting firmly between his shoulder blades if he hadn't looked in the mirror. Their shape reminded him of a butterflies, only instead on either two wings or four there were six. They were in three different sizes, the smallest resting in the middle unmoving, jutting out in an angle to its almost square ended shape. The higher ones where not much smaller then the lowest ones, they hovered about five inches over his head and were shaped similarly to the center ones. The largest curved down to have their almost tear drop endings to drag on the floor.
Harry was speechless. Reaching over with shaky hands, he gently ran the back of his pointer finger against the closest fluttering appendage. They did not have a silkiness that he had expected, but a soft fuzziness to them, it was almost felt as if he was petting a short haired kitten.
An alarm going off in the dorm snapped him out of his wondering daze, making him jump in surprise. He couldn't let others see him like this, what would they say? Harry stiffened up, turning his head from left to right, looking for a way to make his new appendages go away. Just as he was about to run back into one of shower stalls and close one of the red plastic curtains, the bathroom door was opened, the swing of the door pulled bits of his drying hair up with its breeze.
Harry froze his eyes wide with shock and horror as both Seamus and Dean stood at the threshold staring with the same expression Harry was currently wearing.