Chapter One: Waking Up

*ducks rotten fruit being thrown* Hullo guys. Hear me out before you kill me? Well shortly after posting the prologue I received bad news about my uncle. He has an advanced stage of pancreatic cancer and already has 32 tumors and more are growing. A couple of months after receiving that devastating news my grandmother ended up in the hospital again, unable to breathe on her own. So since then I have been helping take care of my handicapable sister whom is 20 and has a mental disability. And my father's going to jail for assault, again. And I recently found out my other sister has degenerative hip something-or-other and she's only 18 and has somehow broken her heal jumping off a car. So shits been rocky over here in my world. But finally I get around to updating! (yay!) THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS I MADE THIS LONG JUST FOR YOU!

Disclaimer: No tengo Harry Potter. –sigh- woe is me.

"Ugh…" said the prone figure lying in the bed, effectively startling the professors out of there stupor. They all jumped a little at the soft sound that broke their silence, well all of them except for the two former Death Eaters turned spies, Severus Tobias Snape and Lucius Armand Malfoy.

"Ahh. Harry, my boy. How are you feeling? Minerva, go fetch Poppy, will you?" Albus Dumbledore, the ever-cheery headmaster asked.

"Erm… I feel fine, a bit tired, but fine. Why?" Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. He knew where he was but was wondering why he was there. Hogwarts Infirmary, he had been there enough to know what it looked like and how it smelled, but it was summer, so why was he here? And what on earth was poking him in the arse. As if reading his mind a new voice spoke up, but still one he recognized.

"It seems that you, Mr. Potter, have come into your inheritance. Your changes are, well, interesting to say the least. Perchance you would like to see?" Deep, seductive, and charming, he would know that voice anywhere. Professor Snape. He felt heat flood his pale cheeks at his thoughts. It was no secret to anyone that he was gay. Being at Hogwarts made having secrets kind of impossible plus he was never really subtle at checking Oliver Wood out in the Quidditch locker rooms. But to think about his professor in such a way? Surely he must be crazy. He shook his head to clear it and glanced up at his professor before quickly looking away, blushing.

"Inheritance? Changes? Interesting?" He asked incredulously. He cleared his throat, embarrassed by his voice cracking and raising pitch from question to question. He reached his hands up to tug on his hair only to realize they were being weighed down. His eyes went round with shock as they looked down and saw two different pale hands, while not as pale as his, clutching his own. With wide eyes and a feeling of embarrassment and mild dread, he followed the hands up to the arms then the shoulders, only to look into the eyes of one of his hand-nappers.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Harry cleared his throat. "What a… erm… lovely surprise?" He ducked his head again blushing furiously as he knew who was holding his other hand. Professor Snape, fuck my life. Wait why is he holding my hand? Why the bloody hell am I even in the hospital wing? Lucius snorted delicately and rolled his eyes skyward.

"Merlin help us." He whispered quietly before for continuing in a louder voice, "Hello Mr. Potter. I'm sure you have many questions but maybe we should start off with the obvious?" He raised a pale and aristocratic eyebrow at the young man.

"You mean like why you two are holding my hand?" He thought. He saw the look on the two men's faces and felt them release his hands. He flushed a vibrant red and hung his head. He also noticed a faint ache right where his heart is when they let him go. He briefly frowned and decided it was best to ponder on the feeling later.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" He asked meekly with hunched shoulders and flaming cheeks. Salazar that boy really can blush such an appealing shade of red… I wonder how far that blush extends, thought Severus while licking his lips unconsciously, an action that Lucius didn't fail to notice if his knowing smirk aimed at his old friend was anything to go by. The boy in question looked up and saw the look of desire in both men's eyes and his own widened as he gulped before looking back down at his lap. Albus decided to take pity on the, poor and mortified, young man. He stepped up to Harrys bed, and sat in a rather uncomfortable chair, to talk.

"Why yes you did, my boy," He replied enthusiastically, "But there is no use in crying over spilt milk now is there? We need to discuss your inheritance anyhow." Harry looked slightly bewildered at the muggle phrase but also curious as to what his inheritance was.

"First of all Harry, do you know what someone's inheritance is?" Albus asked with that infernal twinkle in his crystal eyes.

Harry nodded. "It's the coming of age right for being 17 in which a witch or wizard receives their full power and all creature blood is revealed as well as reaching adulthood and having access to family vaults and can perform magic outside of school." He replied. Hermione would be proud. He made sure he was informed before he went home for the summer as she knew he was turning seventeen and didn't want him to be unprepared. Albus smiled at the boy and continued on.

"Correct. It seems that you have come into your inheritance and you have creature blood in you. I must confess I am unsure how. James was a pureblood with no family history of creature blood besides some Dark Fae scattered here and there. Lily was a muggleborn so her past is rather questionable honestly." He stroked his beard in thought. "Anyway, would you like to see yourself?"

"Uhh…" Harry looked up to seek advice from Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy then to the newly arrived Professor McGonagall and Poppy. He was unsure what to do. What if I look like even more of a freak? I'm already marred by what they did to me. I'm already broken. Who would want me? He thought slightly panicked. What If I glow in the dark or have gills or something? People already stare enough as it is! Harry was getting increasingly caught up in his panic as he had started to hyperventilate. Lucius, Severus, Minerva, Poppy, and Albus all shared a worried look. Harry had started to cry softly and curled his knees up to his chest. Severus and Lucius made up their minds and wrapped their arms around Harry and help him.

"Harry?" They asked simultaneously "Harry please come back to us." After a few minutes of whispered words of comfort and their gentle embraces Harry had calmed down completely. He pulled away from both men and flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.

"Sorry." He whispered his voice hoarse. Noticing this Poppy summoned a glass of water him and handed it over. He looked up at her gratefully and gave her a small smile. After gulping half of the glass down he sat it down on his bedside table and looked back up at Albus.

"Professor?" He asked. "Can I see myself now?" Albus nodded and transfigured a nearby pillowcase into a large mirror and held it up in front of harry. Everyone watched as Harry's face went from worry to awe as he took in his new features. No longer was he sickly and scarred looking. Infact his skin was unblemished. His hair had grown out a bit and was more tame looking. His eyes traveled upwards and he gawked at his new ears. Every noise made them twitch and to him it was just unreal! Gone were point hipbones and knobby knees, in their place were slight curves and soft skin. He saw movement in the mirror and spun around to see what it was only to see the black line move behind him. He went ridged and reached behind him to grasp at what he knew was there. A tail, no his tail. He eeked rather childishly when he saw it and jumped in the air slightly His eyes were still green instead of being emerald they were now the color of green leaves in the sun with dark rings around the color. What shocked him most were his pupils, while they used to be round now they were vertical slits and would dilate and contract as he tried to focus on everything. Turning to look at Dumbledore he voiced the question they all, bar Albus and Poppy, were curious about.

"What exactly am I?" He asked, his head tilted to the side in awed wonder.

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