Harry PoV
The black faded to red, and I woke slowly, painfully. I was aware first of presence beside me, and the warmth of another hand in my own. Worried eyes hovered above me, surrounded by the pale face and black hair that I knew so well. "Sev?" I mumbled tiredly.
"Harry!" he exclaimed. "What were you thinking? You could have killed yourself! For that matter, you almost did kill yourself!"
I frowned weakly. "That was the point."
"What? Why?" he asked, his dark eyes wide.
"I thought it was the end, that he would eventually kill me anyway. I decided it was better to die sooner rather than later."
His eyes filled with a depth of sadness I did not know existed.
"But there were other scars, Harry," he said. "What are those from?"
I swallowed. "What other scars?" I asked weakly, feigning indifference, albeit badly.
"Don't lie to me, Harry," he warned, eyes darkening.
"It was after Sirius died," I explained hesitantly, looking down in shame. "No one could understand. Hermione would tell, Ron wouldn't get it, and you'd get mad."
"I'd never get mad at you, Harry. That's impossible," he murmured, his eyes softening.
My own eyes burned with tears. "I didn't know what else to do. I can't deal with emotional pain, Sev, you know that!"
"Shh, calm down, Harry," he said, sensing my impending emotional breakdown.
He was the only person who knew me for who I was. We'd been together for three years now, and we appreciated each other's flaws and strengths. He was my everything, and now, he was the only one I had left.
By this time, I was coherent enough to notice that we weren't anywhere I recognized. "Sev, where are we?" I asked once I was calmed down enough.
"Malfoy Manor," he replied. Getting up, he continued, "I must tell the healer that you're awake." He squeezed my hand, and left.

Crack!

Someone apparated off to my side. I turned my head, and my jaw fell to the floor. The man was lithe; his piercing blue eyes an almost scary pale shade of the color. There was a twinkle in his eyes that matched poise, which just screamed carelessness. His silver hair hung long around his shoulders.

"Young love," he sighed. "So sweet."

"W-w-what are y-you d-d-doing h-here?" I managed to stammer out.

He smirked. "Well," he began, "For one, I thought you might like to know just what has happened to you. Otherwise, there is the matter of your inheritance to discuss."

"I want to know who you are first," I demanded.

"I am known by many names, but you may call me Tyrannus."

"Okay, Tyrannus," I said scornfully. "Why'd you turn me into an elf?"

Tyrannus burst into laughter. "An elf?" he scoffed. "Where did you come up with that conclusion? No, boy, you are no elf. You have become a faerie."

"What? Wait. Does that mean I have to wear a dress and be some random kid's fairy godmother?"

Tyrannus facepalmed. "You are hopelessly confused. No. You are a faery, or, more specifically in your case, a sylph. What that means is that you can control the air. I recommend avoiding iron, however, as it will burn you, or make you sick to be within its proximity. Now, on to your inheritance. I do not mean as funds, or as possessions. I speak of your wings, and your abilities." He walked up to me, and gave me an order to "Stand up," though I mostly did it out of confusion rather than free will. He tapped a spot on my back, between my shoulder blades.

I felt something writhing beneath my skin there, and I wanted to reach back and scratch the itch, but before I could, two dark wings spread out on either side of me. They looked frayed at the edges, but felt strong. For the most part, they were black, but shot through with deep blue and pale yellow that twisted in thin, intricate patterns. The wingspan was easily twice my arm span, and the tips looked wickedly sharp, but in reality I knew that was the most vulnerable part.

"Give me your hand," Tyrannus said, and I obeyed. He took it, and sketched a strange symbol into the back of my hands with his finger. He muttered, "Suscitatio vetus vox Aer, quod pario suus plenus vox huic voluntarius animus." {Latin Translation: Awaken the old powers of Air, and bring forth its full power in this willing soul.} I gasped as air rushed around me in a whirlwind, and pushed me down onto my knees. I could feel the wind seeping through my pores and into my veins, changing me forever. When all the air had soaked into my skin, I stood up quickly and glared at Tyrannus.

"What did you do?" I questioned angrily, pointing my finger at him menacingly. He flew back into the wall with a loud smack.

Tyrannus stood up shakily, brushed himself off, and then said, "There are only two more things you need to know. If the need arises that you must hide your wings, say 'Occulto meus pennae!' {Conceal my wings!} When you wish to reveal them once again, speak the words, 'Ostendo sum meus pennae!' {Reveal my wings!} Best of luck. Good bye."

Crack!

Apparently I didn't get much help with this.

A/N: Thanks to sweetyamiyugigirl for the idea of having Tyrannus come and pay a 'visit'! And my severely appretiated beta, lasweetie. Thank you always!