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The next day after classes had finished, Harry went back up to the Gryffindor tower. Harry had his own room now. Dumbledore had given it to him for defeating Voldemort. He headed up to it and turned his CD player on. Harry had discovered that when you fused magic with technology, it still worked at Hogwarts. It was magically programmed to play whatever song Harry wanted. It now played 'Time of your life' by Green Day.

'It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.

I hope you have the time of your life.'

Harry smiled. He loved that part of the song. Life was always unpredictable. Like what was happening with Malfoy right now. Harry would never have thought that the Slytherin could feel anything but hate for him.

There was a tapping on his window and he turned to see Draco outside the window on his broom. He frowned, getting up to open the window. Draco flew in and got off his broom.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought you might want to talk to me. Use the 's' words you've been bottling up all day." Harry smiled.

"I dunno…I don't really have much to say."

"Oh please. Golden Boy not have anything to say? I don't believe it." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Fine you can hear me yap on about fuck all."

And so he did. He talked about anything and everything that'd been bothering him all day. He used all the 's' words he could, sometimes even changing the wording so he could use more. He talked about how he'd been left on his own in Care of Magical Creatures because there weren't enough nifflers to go around, and how he'd felt isolated again at lunch when Ron and Hermione had had to go to Defence detention. Then he started talking about Sirius.

"So he didn't really betray my parents. It was Wormtail. The bastard." He started glowing.

"Uh…Harry…"

"Sirius suffered because of him…" the glow got bigger. "He shouldn't have gone to Azkaban."

"Stop!" Harry blinked.

"What?"

"You're glowing!" Harry frowned. He lifted his hand and saw the bright yellow glow around it.

"But…it's yellow…it should be red…" the glow turned red. Harry's eyes widened. "Orange." It turned orange. "Green." It turned green. "This is freaky." He looked up to see Draco looking warily at him.

"Are you an Incandeche?"

"A what now?" Harry blinked.

"It's a magical Italian creature that can manifest it's emotions into a glow that covers it's whole body. The name is actually taken from the Italian words for 'Glow Being.' Some Incandeche are so advanced that they can actually control what colour they show to others." Harry looked scathingly at him.

"Malfoy, no offence but I think you've lost it. I'm not a magical creature. I'm a human being."

"Maybe you're just half and half."

"I'm not an inky…thing."

"Incandeche. And I think you are. How many other students here walk around glow all the colours under the sun?"

"But I never used to glow!"

"It happens when you're about 20. Maybe you're just an early developer." Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"Great. Just another thing to add onto my list of things I'm a freak for."

"It's not bad being a crossbreed you know…" Harry narrowed his eyes. He got up quickly, his glow turning black. He headed to the door, opened it, and went down into the common room. Draco followed him, but stayed out if sight.

"I just want you all to know." Harry was yelling at the top of his voice at everyone in the common room. "There's something else you can add to my list of why I'm weird! I'm now an Incandeche! If any of you don't know what that is, just ask Hermione and I'm certain she'll give you a more detailed description than even I know. Or maybe you could ask Draco Malfoy! He appears to know a hell of a lot about it too! Good day!" and with that, he stormed back up the stairs, leaving the common room in a deathly silence.

"What did you do that for?" Draco asked, frowning.

"Oh I had to. If it's going to be in the newspaper tomorrow, it needs to start circulating now!" Harry was starting to get hysteric. "I can see the headline now! 'Harry Potter, self confessed freak of humanity.'" Draco sighed.

"It's not that bad…there's a 50/50 chance you'll get wings when you're older…" Harry stopped his ranting and stared at Draco.

"What?"

"Yep. You've got a much better transformation than I have."

"Than you have?" Draco sniffed, and seemed like he only half wanted to tell Harry something.

"I'm a Veela." Harry blinked. He remembered the Veela from the Quidditch world cup a few years back. And their transformation into scaly bird monsters. He looked back at Draco an imagined him with a bird's head and rough scaly wings, throwing fire at people. Harry started laughing his head off. Draco folded his arms, looking affronted. "Glad you find it so amusing Potter."

"I do!" Harry choked out, trying to control his laughter. "Just imagining you like that…it's so funny!" Draco huffed.

"Well as I recall, you were quite smitten with the Veela at the World cup. Or were you trying to jump out of the box because you were claustrophobic?" red tinted Harry's cheeks and he stopped laughing.

"They shouldn't have been dancing…" Draco snorted. "Well go on then. Transform!"

"No. I can't yet. I haven't gotten angry enough yet." Harry frowned in confusion. "I'm only half Veela. And half Veelas only gain the ability to transform after they've been so angry that they could have killed. I haven't yet."

"Oh…" Harry was suddenly filled with curiosity. "So…what does my transformation look like?"

Half an hour later, Harry and Draco were in the library, looking through books on magical creatures.

Incandeche (In-can-day-sha)

'The male Incandeche can live for up to three hundred years, but rarely lives after it's mate has died. The female will only live for fifty years, so most Incandeche males have resorted to interbreeding with humans so that the soul bonding process can never take place. (For more on soul bonding, see page 342)

Because of this desire not to mate with females of their own kind, very few Incandeche are full blooded magical creatures. Most Incandeche live in secret, and never transform into their primal form. Therefore pictures of Incandeche are very hard to come by, because a non-transformed Incandeche will look exactly like a human, but with exceptionally bright eyes (usually red, green, yellow or gold). However, some may grow wings without transforming. It is because of this that many muggles believe in 'angels. ' full blooded Incandeche reach puberty at 10, but Halflings will reach it at 20, and start having a lot of emotional breakdowns, causing them to glow. Once the growth period (1-1 ½ years) is over, Incandeche will glow for the rest of their lives.

"Still no pictures…" Draco muttered, jolting Harry from his book. Whilst Harry was reading anything and everything to do with Incandeche, Draco was just thumbing through books to look for pictures, then leaving them for Harry to read. Draco loved being this near to Harry. He knew that Harry was only tolerating him because he wanted to find out about himself, but nevertheless, Draco was enjoying every minute of it.

Harry was amazed. This was why he was so unpredictable lately. This was why he'd had such a hard time dealing with Sirius's death. Harry continued reading on page 342.

Soul Bonding

Of all of the magical creatures in the world, only a few can perform the 'soul bonding' ritual- although why it is known as a ritual is still a mystery, as all it entails is two magical creatures mating with each other, and both of them being able to bond.

A list of the Magical Creatures that can Bond:

· Althara (Al-tha-ra) see page 45

· Basilisks (Bas-il-isk) see page 763

· Unicorns (You-nee-corn) see page 23

· Red blooded pine hermits not included in this book

· Incandeche (In-can-day-sha) see page 340

· Vearas (Vee-a-ra) see page 67

· Veela (vee-la) see page 983

Interbreeding between these seven species is uncommon, but not unheard of, especially between Halflings.

Harry frowned. He was about to voice the fact that Incandeche and Veela could mate when Draco suddenly spoke up.

"I found a picture!" Harry rushed over to him and looked over his shoulder at the picture. His jaw dropped. The picture was of a man with piercing red eyes and almost golden hair. He had huge white feathered wings, and long talon-like claws on each hand. He had a long brown devil-like tail, which was waving almost playfully behind him, and there was a very distinct purple glow around him. In one hand, he was holding what looked like a lightning bolt. The man suddenly pointed straight at Harry, smirking. Harry blinked. The Incandeche's lightning bolt suddenly got bigger, and he shot it straight at Harry. Harry yelped and jumped backwards, falling over with a thud. Draco snorted.

"You idiot. It's only a picture." Harry's eyes narrowed. He was about to snap at Draco when a voice to his left stopped him.

"Excuse me but…are you really an Incandeche?" the voice came from a small first year. She had a HPFC badge stuck to her Ravenclaw jumper. Harry inwardly groaned. 'Harry potter fan club…'

"Yes." Harry said matter-of-factly. "I am." The first year squealed with delight.

"Can I see your wings? I've heard that an Incandeche's wings are beautiful!"

"Who did you hear…" Harry stopped. It must've been Hermione. She was the only one Harry knew that had a better knowledge of everything than the library. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to yet. I'm still learning."

"Will you come to our fan club meeting when you learn?"

"Sure, why not?" Harry said, with absolutely no intention of doing so. The girl skipped off happily to the rest of her friends. He heard a voice whisper "did you just talk to Harry Potter!" Harry rolled his eyes, turning back to Draco. He took the book from him and looked at the picture again. The caption under it read:

Incandeche in full transformation. Wing span- 8 metres each when elongated. Special powers- bolt throwing. See page 34.

Harry quickly flipped to page 34, keeping his thumb in between the pages with the picture on it.

Incandeche special powers

Most Incandeche have special powers of some sort. These include

· Fire Throwing,

· Bolt Throwing

· Hyper Tide (pressurized flow of water with destructive force of a tidal wave) throwing,

· Orb throwing (Orbs of light- do no damage at all but look very menacing)

Incandeche do not use their powers very often. They are a pacifistic race who only use their gifts when forced to battle, in self defence. However, one in 100 Incandeche are born with a very potent desire to kill.

"Hmm…1 in 100. Wonder if that's you." Harry jolted as Draco spoke. The Slytherin was reading over his shoulder. Harry flicked back to the picture. He looked at the menacing look in the Incandeche's eyes. This one was definitely 1 in 100.

"Maybe…" he muttered absently. Suddenly his eyes took on a strange glint. He shot up off his chair, and grinned at Draco. "I'm going to learn this! I'm going to grow wings, and I'm going to develop this power thingy. Because this is wicked!" he picked up the book he was reading before, and the book with the Incandeche picture in it, and headed for the door. "Thanks for your help Draco! See you in class!" he called, going out the door. Draco blinked.

"He called me Draco again…he thanked me…" his heart hit the roof.

Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room grinning broadly. This alone stumped the hell out of everyone in the room. Because Harry hadn't actually left his room since he yelled at them all for him being an Incandeche, and because he was grinning his head off.

"Hermione! Can you help me with something?" Hermione's head shot up from a chair by the fire.

"Sure! It's great to hear you use 's' words! So what do you need help with?" Harry blinked. He hadn't realised he'd used any 's' words. He looked down and noticed he wasn't glowing. He suddenly felt very empty without the glow. Then it started up again. A very bright yellow. Harry grinned. Hermione looked warily at him. "Are you ok?"

"Sure! I need your help with my Incandeche half."

Two hours later found Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room alone, trying to find a way to bring on Harry's transformations.

"It says here that Incandeche will only transform if someone they care deeply for is in great peril. And only after puberty." Hermione said. "So someone you care about needs to be in great danger." Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"Great…there's not a lot of great danger around here anymore…"

"Hmm…"

"What?" Harry asked Ron. Ron seemed to be thinking hard.

"Oh, nothing!" he said quickly, grinning. Harry didn't trust the look in Ron's eyes. It looked like there was a very big plan forming in his mind.

In the Slytherin common grounds, Draco was reading the same article.

"Unless someone they care about is in great danger…" Draco sighed. He wished he was one of the people Harry cared about. He would gladly throw himself out of a window if it helped Harry, but it wouldn't. Harry hated his guts.

He started cutting again.

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