Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Gargoyles belong to their respective owners, which is not me. I am not makingany money off of this.

Author's note: I know thatin the gargoyles series that the Hunter's Moon arc ended in October 1996, I'm going to change that to June 1996. Demona met with Titania in late July or early August. This takes place after OotP and will mostly ignore HBP. Manipulative Dumbledore.

Chapter 1

Little Whinging, Surrey (July 1996)

Harry Potter was not having a good summer. He had led his friends to the ministry where a trap had been set for him by Voldemort and his death eaters, then his godfather Sirius Black had fallen through the Veil and died when he came to rescue them. After that he had given into his anger and tried to curse Bellatrix Lestrange and had ended up being possessed by Voldemort. When he managed to break free, Headmaster Dumbledore had sent him to his office and told him that a prophecy made before his birth stated that he had to kill or be killed by Voldemort. And to top it all off he had been sent back to his loving relatives care, the hellhole known as Number 4 Privet Drive.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix had confronted his Uncle when he came to pick him up from the train station, and warned him to treat Harry better. All they had done was make Vernon Dursley even angrier. Harry had been given even more chores than normal, and Vernon was constantly yelling at him. No one was responding to any of Harry's letters, but Harry knew that he was being watched as he could hear the noise they made as they changed guards. 'Guards' Harry thought with disgust, 'more like prison guards. This isn't my home, it's my prison.' No Harry Potter was not having a good summer at all.

Harry sighed, and looked up from where he had been mowing the lawn. He was finally done with his chores for the day. He put the lawn mower away and placed the bags of grass clippings in the rubbish bin. He was glad to get in and away from the heat of the sun. He headed inside, careful to wipe his feet so as to not mess up his aunt's clean floors that he had scrubbed earlier today. He was immediately met with his Aunt Petunia's dirty look and his Uncle Vernon's bellowing.

"BOY! Don't you dare track dirt onto your Aunt's clean floors! And what took you so long! What, is your freakish kind too good for your Aunt's cooking! In that case I don't think you deserve the food your Aunt took time to make for you, you ungrateful little brat!" And with that Vernon took the dish containing a couple of pieces of dry bread, some cheese, and a few other meager bits of food and dumped it in the garbage. "Maybe that'll teach you to finish your chores on time and come in when dinner is ready. If you think we're going to hold our meals and wait for you, you've got another thing coming!"

Harry who hadn't eaten anything all day began to see red. He became even angrier when he saw his whale of a cousin, Dudley, walk into the room stuffing his face with a large pastry and tracking mud all over the clean floors. His hunger, combined with his exhaustion from all the hard work and heat from the sun, combined with his anger from the events of the previous month led him to respond when he normally wouldn't.

"I was doing that list of chores you ordered me to do. I haven't eaten all day, why don't you try getting your whale of a son to do some work for a change instead of making a mess and having me get blamed for it and have to clean it up."

Harry immediately knew he had made a mistake and gone too far. He knew his relatives tempers had been getting worse as the summer progressed and that he shouldn't push it. He watched as Vernon turned purple with rage and raised a fist to strike him but never got the chance. All of a sudden Harry was on the ground clutching his head in pain.

"How DARE YOU! You little FREAK!" Aunt Petunia stood over him waving the frying pan she had used to strike him. "How dare you insult my Dudley. You ungrateful little brat, we should have drowned you when we found you. You're just like your mother, a worthless no good freak who thinks the world should bow down to them. I wish my parents had left that little bitch in the orphanage where they found her." She snarled at him.

"Mum was adopted!" Harry blurted out in shock. 'But what about the blood protections, if Mum and Aunt Petunia weren't related then why did Dumbledore send me here. He said he had personally ensured that the wards were up and would protect me. He has to know, which means he lied, but why?'

"Oh yes, that freak was no relation of mine. Mother and Father were so excited when they came home with the little freak. I knew right away that there was something wrong with her, something demonic but they wouldn't listen. And then that letter arrived and my suspicions were confirmed but they ignored me and praised her for it. That freakish bitch put a spell on them, I know it. And then she went to that school and met your worthless father. And then they had you and got themselves killed. That other freak, the old one, came and left you here. I wanted to get rid of you then, I even told him you were of no relation to me but he threatened my Dudley. So I had to keep you but we tried to stamp the freakishness out of you to no avail. You're nothing but a worthless, know-nothing, lazy freak who thinks you can order us around with your freakish powers, just like your parents." She shrieked in his face.

"SHUT UP! Don't you talk about my parents" Harry yelled back, feeling betrayed as the implications of what Petunia had said about Dumbledore sunk in. If he had lied about the blood wards what else had he lied about.

"Or what, you'll wave that wand at me and get yourself expelled," she sneered at him while swinging the frying pan in his direction again. "Or maybe you'll get your escaped convict of a godfather to come here, no wait he's dead isn't he, just like your worthless parents." She laughed in his face.

The blood was rushing through Harry's ears as the light from the setting sun through the kitchen windows cast shadows across the room and his face. He began to scream as all the rage, pain, and betrayal built up inside him. His eyes took on a green glow and he felt his magic rising within him as he screamed. Random objects were blowing around in the room while others exploded. Finally something inside him seemed to snap and his scream of emotion quickly became one of pain. He was in agony, the pain he was feeling was worse than the cruciatus. "What's... happening... to me?" he managed to gasp out. His relatives were huddled in a corner now, no longer feeling triumphant but terrified instead.

A new wave of agony swept over his body and Harry fell back to the floor. He felt his body shifting, as if something was changing inside and outside. He could distantly hear his aunt, no Petunia, shrieking about knowing they were demons.

Although Harry did not know what was happening to him there was an explanation. When Titania had sent Demona back into the past to live life over as Lily Evans she had sealed her gargoyle nature away. However, Demona had been born a gargoyle and so her gargoyle nature was a part of her and could only be sealed, not completely taken away. Lady Titania had made a slight miscalculation in her plans to change Demona's view of humans. She had wanted to teach Demona what it is to be human but had not considered what would happen if Demona/Lily had a child. Harry Potter was born a human wizard to human parents but his mother was also a gargoyle, a magical being in its own right. Therefore, Harry was unique, the first and only hybrid child of a human and gargoyle. However, as Titania's magic suppressed and kept hidden Demona/Lily's true status so it passed on to Harry and suppressed him as well. Until his rage and magic combined to break that binding. However even that would not have been enough alone. But the timing of the outburst, sunset, when most gargoyles awake from their stone sleep, and Demona resumes her true form, combined with the breaking of the bonds unknowingly placed upon him was enough to release Harry's other form. His gargoyle form.

The pain finally subsided, and Harry pushed himself up from the floor, already feeling a difference in the way his body was reacting. He opened his eyes and began to search for his glasses which had fallen off sometime during his painfilled fit. He was immediately surprised to learn that he could see perfectly without them. Looking down at his hands, he froze in shock. His skin was now a pale blue color and his hands were now clawed with four fingers that were more like talons. Feeling a weight on his back he was further surprised to see wings and a tail.

Harry's inspection of his new body was abruptly cut short by the appearance of his guard for the night, Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had finally decided to investigate the shouts and screams coming from the house. He apparated into the kitchen with wand drawn. Upon spotting Harry he immediately began firing curses at him. Harry dodged clumsily, unused to his new body. He ended up tripping and landing near Shacklebolt's feet. Acting on instinct, he turned and lashed out with his tail, smacking Shacklebolt in the head and knocking him unconscious. Deciding it wouldn't be wise to stay in the house, Harry turned to go upstairs and gather his things. But first he stopped and growled at his relatives, eyes flashing green and causing Petunia and Dudley to faint in fright, right on top of Vernon. Snorting with amused disgust, Harry hurriedly moved to Dudley's second bedroom.

Upon reaching the room he grabbed his trunk, which seemed surprisingly lighter than usual and began tossing all of his belongings into it. A surprised hoot, made him pause, and he looked up to see Hedwig, his faithful owl, had returned from hunting.

He went over to her cage and spoke to her. "It's me girl. I'm not sure what happened but I can't stay here and I can't trust Dumbledore right now. I need you to go to Hermione, girl, and stay with her. I'll be in touch when I can but right now I don't think it's safe for me to stick around." Hedwig hooted in understanding and affectionately nipped Harry's fingers/talons? and took off through the window. Harry finished packing his trunk and grabbed his wand. Figuring he couldn't get into too much more trouble than he already was, he muttered "Reducio" and shrunk the trunk. Seeing that the clothes he was wearing were now little more than rags he grabbed a piece of rope and tied the shrunken trunk to it, then place it around his neck. Taking one last look around the room, Harry turned and rushed out of the house, for the last time.

He had just made it outside of the house when several loud cracks were heard. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, alerted by Dumbledore that a powerful magical outburst had disturbed the wards. Upon spotting Harry, one witch screamed in fright while another wizard shouted "It's a gargoyle! Kill the beast!" At that they all began to shoot spells and curses at Harry.

Harry did the only thing he could. He turned tail and ran, dodging curses and wondering what mess he had gotten himself into this time.