Non-Human: Use Baslisk storyline the poison destroys horcrux but it also destroys some of his human genes the change allows his dormant non-human genes to appear. All wizards have non human genes its where the magic really comes from. Harry gains the shadow elf and gargoyle attributes from his Black and Potter family line. Green eyes are a trait from Elven blood as well. The last remnants of the creatures or old allies train him in the ways of his other half.
As the venom of the king of serpents rushed through the veins of Harry the boy groaned as he felt a splitting headache around the area of his scar. A screeching sound erupted from near Harry and the boy dully noticed something before him explode. He had not felt pain like this since the day that Quirrel had touched him last year. It started at his scar and spread throughout his body as the pain became more and more unbearable. Unknown to the boy the venom was rushing through his body had finally reach his head. The boy felt a small bit of blood dripping into his face and he dully wondered when he had gotten hit in the face as Fawkes landed on his arm and began crying into his arm. He reached up and realized that his scar was bleeding.
Unknown to either the boy or the memory there was more going on than was obvious. Harry could feel the pain but he did not know that the pain he was feeling was parts of his body regrowing themselves as it reacted to the mystical properties of the venom within his body. The combination of venom and healing tears were warring within his body. The tears were healing the magical parts of his body first as they were the most susceptible to the healing power of the Phoenix. While that was going on though, the venom was destroying the parts of Harry that were not magical. Slowly but surely more and more of Harry's non magical side was being erased and being taken over by the magical side. This was causing a change in the boy on a much deeper level than anyone could have anticipated.
A very little known and usually forgotten fact about witches and wizards and their ancestry was the fact that in their own way they were all descended from magical creatures in some way or other. A millennia ago when humans had no magic they mated with magical creatures and created the first witches and wizards. Those with a stronger genetic connection had more power. That was why many werewolves despite the laws were often slightly more powerful and those better known as creatures were stronger magically as they used the power of their heritage. Every witch and wizard could in some way or other trace their genealogy back to some magical creature. Even part humans like Veela were able to trace their ancestry this way. Long ago their ancestors had allowed themselves to be merged with a Phoenix causing the first Veela to be created. The Malfoy's were rumored to be descended from a line of high elves or Eldar, the Weasley's from Kyubbi or a fire spirit, the Crabbe and Goyle families from Trolls and giants, the Brown family was rumored to be descended from dryads, the Longbottoms were said to come from some sort of Earth spirit, the Boots from Leprechauns, the Blacks were from a line of shapeshifters.
With the destruction of his human side Harry's body was rebuilding itself as his magical creature blood was taking over and showing the source of his families magic. His body grew larger while his features became more and more narrow and muscular. His wild hair grew out to nearly his shoulders and his ears became more and more pointed. The Potter line had descended from a line of rather mischievous creatures that protected their homes as fiercely as anything else. They came from beings known as Dark or Shadows Elves.
As Tom gloated over him Harry slowly lifted his head in defiance as he felt new energy coming into his limbs. As he lifted himself up he didn't know why but he felt stronger than before his mind and body more under control than ever before. A burst of magic spread throughout his body as various injuries from both this fight and from before seemed to vanish.
Tom snarled as he shot a spell at the Phoenix. "Healing tears," he muttered in annoyance at having forgotten that small fact about the mythical birds. "What will you try now boy," he mocked him, "I have your wand."
Harry turned to glare at the memory and Tom Riddle paused for a moment as he saw something that was not the boy he had been fighting moments ago. He was facing off with an elfin face with large green eyes that bore into the former head boy. Harry cried out in anger and plunged the fang into the book of the surprised specter.
Harry slowly but surely climbed to his feet doing his best to ignore the pain that was coursing throughout all of his body. The young boy shook his head a bit as he noticed his glasses had fallen to the side yet he was seeing even better than he had ever remembered seeing.
"It has been some time since your kind has traveled through these woods young Elfling." Bane said as he observed the cloaked figure before him.
"What can I say, the forest was calling to me." Harry returned from where he was leaning against a tree.
"That it has young one, that it has. Come now though, there is much you have to learn, besides not even the headmaster will venture deep into our domain to try and find you. In our realm of the forest we are brethren of the forest and shall be protected while under its canopy." Harry nodded as he accepted the offered hand of friendship that the centaur was giving him. He knew that he was only being accepted because of what he had become. He remembered his first encounter with the centaur and knew that he would have to be careful around him. He would make a good friend but an even worse enemy.
Harry smirked as he disappeared into the Forbidden Forest. "Come on Headmistress," he mocked at Umbridge, his voice seeming to echo throughout the forest. "You said you wanted to come here, now you have to accept the consequences. Be careful though, you're in my world now." Harry grinned as he found a weapons cache completely prepared for him. It was time to show the toad woman why the Elves were amongst the greatest warriors and hunters that the magical world had ever seen. No matter what the smelly goblins said to the contrary.
Harry kept a neutral expression on his face as he watched the trial from high above in the tree tops. While he was thankful for what Hermione had done in luring Umbridge into the forest he was going to have to allow for the laws of the forest judge her and give a lesson for the girl if it was decided that she needed one. With Hermione's often stuck up attitude he wouldn't be surprised to learn that the girl would be found required of needing a lesson. She had to understand that she couldn't just manipulate the inhabitants of the forest and not expect for there to be consequences of some kind. He only hoped that the punishment was not too harsh as it was her first crime, and she was his friend.
"You are Hermione Granger, Human youngling, Witch, and Shadow Elf Friend?" Morrigan questioned the girl with interest.
"Yes sir," the girl replied nervously as she shifted nervously as her eyes darted around searching for Harry. Her regular school uniform had been replaced with an oversized leather shirt that came down to just above her knees. The girl shivered slightly in the cool night air as waited to find out what would happen to her.
"You are the girl who thought to make the inhabitants of the forest fight your battles for you by using trickery?" He continued sending a glare toward her.
"Yes sir," Hermione admitted unsure what would happen to her.
"To keep your own hands clean then you would have had us to slay your foes then? While you have admitted to wanting to use the forest people who were you hoping would do the job for you?"
"The centaurs sir," the girl admitted.
"Are you aware of what would have happened to our people had we killed the one known as Umbridge?" Morrigan growled down at her in anger. The witch shook her head in the negative. "Let me explain it to you then youngling. Our entire herd would likely have been rounded up, and all of the males would have been killed in retaliation for the death of one human. The rest of the herd would have either been banished or enslaved because of your manipulations. We need not another person who thinks that they can have us fight their battles for them.
Everyone watched as the witches eyes widened in horror at the thought of what the Ministry would do such a thing because of her actions.
"Hermione Granger, human witch, and Elf friend, do you agree to abide by the choice of the council?" Morrigan demanded of her.
"Yes sir, I caused problems now I have to make restitution for what I did wrong." Hermione returned as she did her best to meet the gaze of the centaur as she straightened her back in preparation for what may come.
"That you did. "
An elder centaur moved forward and looked the girl over. "If you were an inhabitant of the forest you would be banished from the forest and possibly England girl. However, there is only so much we are allowed to do to even a muggle born. You threatened the freedom of the centaurs so that shall be what you will lose. During the summer break of Hogwarts you shall not be boarding the train like your classmates. No, you shall report to the centaurs and you shall serve us during your summer. You shall briefly live the life that you were so willing to condemn us to."
"Is she worth the time, and will she survive such an experience?"
"It will be hard on her I am sure, but I believe that it will be beneficial to her. Perhaps she will learn more about the lives of those she thinks she knows better than. Headmaster will you interfere in our judgment?" The centaur questioned looking at the elderly wizard that had been allowed to watch.
"While I hate that this has happened I fear that it is the best that can be done."
"Good," the centaur said before turning to look at the girl. "So it has been decided, so it shall be done. If she leaves the castle and lands before her punishment is up though though her name shall be on the list of oath breakers and shall no longer be allowed into the forests."
"So say we all." The various creatures said solemnly
Hermione sighed as she looked toward the castle one last time before she turned to see that Bane was impatiently waiting for her. Nervously she handed her wand over to the tall figure who quickly set it into a satchel. "Follow," the centaur ordered setting a pace that had the girl jogging in order to keep up.
Soon they were deep within the forest and Hermione was lost her school uniform was ripped and soaked from stray tree branches and wading through streams. When she looked up she noticed they were in what looked similar to a Nomad camp. The various centaurs around were watching her with mixed expressions. Some were dark and angry, others curious, and some extremely smug.
"Your satchel," Bane demanded, hesitantly the girl handed the bag over and Bane turned it over and dumped it out. Hermione winced as she saw her spare clothes her toothbrush and some books and parchment fall out. "Nice clothing, books, and other such things, they are privileges that servants do not have though." Bane informed her stonily. "We shall send this garbage back to Dumbledore for safekeeping. You may keep what you have now and the leather dress that we have for you." Hermione nodded as she quickly gathered her things back up into a pouch. "One more thing before you begin your duties human." The centaur said as he pulled out five metal rings. "You will wear these," he said.
Hermione nodded and pulled a small ring around her wrists and ankles and then finally the large one around her neck.
"Good now come there is much work for you to today human." He said, as he began directing her towards a bucket.
Harry sighed as he watched it all. The laws of the forest were unchangeable Hermione had to be punished. He knew it could have gone a lot worse for her as they could have humiliated her before all people instead they had turned her into a servant. It was interesting to say the least. Harry had kept watch on her when he could his training had intensified though meaning that he was being even harder pressed to learn the ways of the forest.
Morrigan didn't insult his infatuation with Hermione's well being at least. In fact his teacher said nothing about her acting as if she didn't exist. For the intelligent girl this was in some ways harder on her than she had ever thought possible as she had never truly been ignored. Even Snape, Binns, and Umbridge had been worn down and noticed her and listened to what she had to say on matters. Morrigan was made of much sterner stuff when it came to his ability to ignore someone though. Harry wasn't as lucky though, the fact his best friend was becoming thinner and thinner didn't help either. When he had questioned Bane about her, he had kept it to her health and the centaur leader had explained that it was her burning off excess weight and gaining leaner muscles from all of her hard work. Harry had accepted that and had begged forgiveness for interfering. The centaur had allowed it saying it was hard for anyone to see their war bonded suffer and for him to see it day after day must be especially difficult for him. Harry had also noticed that the Hogwarts uniform had become skimpier and skimpier as well. The skirt which had come down to her ankles was already at her thigh and by the time school started would probably just barely cover her, her shirt had fallen apart after two weeks leaving the girl to serve in a leather top that one of the centaurs had provided for her. For the half elf it was hard to watch in more ways than one. On feast nights it was extremely hard as he was seated and eating food while his best friend was scurrying around bringing food and drink to various beings. The witch had quickly learned on party nights no one wanted to hear from her and she was just as likely to get backhanded or spanked if she talked back or interrupted someone. It was not the life she had expected for herself and she eagerly looked forward to when the punishment would be over.
Harry nodded as he accepted the weapons. His training in woodcraft was done for the moment he could now move on with his duties as a forest guardian.
"You wish to mate with the witch." Bane said knowingly as he studied the half elf, "yet you wish for your children not to suffer by not being able to touch the forest either." He said approvingly. "There are ways you could have your witch go through some of the blood burnings, this would burn some of humanity away and leave her part of whatever creature she draws her power from. There is dangers to this though as you never know what may happen."
"Indeed," Ragnarock agreed, "many are they that found that once they went through this ceremony they were no longer compatible with their chosen one. She may not have elven blood in her veins and may be something else."
"I think we should give her a chance," Harry returned, "besides as you said there is a good chance that she is of the Forest Elf line." Harry reminded them. "Many muggleborns are supposed to be of those lines as you said."
"If the two of you wish to do so we shall not stop you," the Goblin chief said, "we shall also aide you in training her. If she is of the elven lines we shall be able to train all that much faster as we know much of what we need to focus on thanks to your training where you took nearly four years of training the girl would only need two or less."
"Thank you my Lords," the Shadow Elf said as he bowed to the figures.
Harry smirked as he inspected his weaponry. They had pushed theemselves into the forest now they would find out what happened to those that didn't respect the forest. He could already sense Hermione trying to connect to the forest. It was time to remind them why this forest was forbidden.
A different creature.
The Potter line was different than the other lines though. For as long as anyone could remember the Potter family had always been the guardians and protectors of Europe. Whenever some threat would come up the Potter line would rise from their homes to confront the forces that threatened their homes. The reasoning for this was simple protecting those that they had given their loyalty was who they were, it was in their blood. They were descended from a line of protectors they were descended from the line of Gargoyles.
Harry slowly climbed to his feet determined to meet the memory standing on his feet if nothing else. He stared up at him and then with no other idea he arched his back and roared at the figure unaware of the giant bat like wings that ripped his robes as he went from a human to a human gargoyle hybrid. Tom eyed his new opponent with more than a bit of fear as he saw that the boy's once pale skin had darkened to a light purple or lavender and he had shot up several inches while lean muscle decorated his body, and fangs jutted out of his mouth. The most terrifying thing though was that his eyes seemed to glow with power as he stared at him with rage.
"What are you?" Tom Riddle shakily questioned, not sure just what it was that he was facing now. Whatever he was though, he was much more than human.
"I don't know, but I'm going to kick your arse." Harry said as he lunged at the figure slashing his claws into the chest of the memory of the young dark lord.
"Come half-breed, we shall show you how to live your life as a gargoyle. I am Conner and I come from the Highland clans. We will show you what a true gargoyle is." The large creature offered holding its hand out to the boy. "We'll take you to the fortress where you can learn to be a true creature of the night. We shall train you to be one of us."
Harry looked at the hand then back at his friends hesitantly. Hermione nodded encouragingly while she looked at the gargoyles with interest her mind flashing with all sorts of questions. Ron Weasley merely huffed and turned his back on him. Harry winced as his enhanced hearing heard the words of the other youth. Halfbreeds and non-humans were apparently something that the redhead would not accept in a friend. At least not at the moment.
Harry and the various gargoyles stiffened a bit as they heard the comments that the redhead was making about them and their freakish and barbaric ways.
Harry's eyes flashed as he took several steps toward what he was quickly beginning to think of as a former friend.
"Back cousin," Conner said as he grabbed the youngling before he struck out. "It seems the question is unneeded, you need training before you do something rash and foolish. Tell your friends goodbye while I deal with your elder." He said nodding toward an approaching Dumbledore.
"Gargoyles are proud creatures we are one of the few beings that are of the elements of Earth and Air Because you are a half breed you have many options that a full blood gargoyle does not." Conner lectured to the boy before him. "We are unique in that way. For one you can choose whether or not to enter stone sleep, the stone sleep will heal you faster than anything than even most of the wizards magics however like us once you become of stone you are forced to remain so until the sun sets. It gives you options and power that most gargoyles do not have. Your kind were once used to protect us while we slept then you would sleep as normal humans did. A half breed only needs stone sleep every two weeks to stay at their best. Then there is the fact that you can shift between your gargoyle form and your human form. However even while in your human form you will still have many of the advantages of the gargoyles such as increased strength, speed, and senses they just will not be as noticeable as when you are in your gargoyle form. There may also be a limit to how long you can hold your gargoyle form during the day time and should probably be done only if an emergency happens. For all we know by shifting like that you could then revert to stone sleep. Much of this is guesswork or from theories written down by former members of the clan when hybrids were much more numerous than they are now."
"What about the various guardians around Hogwarts what are they?" Harry questioned his teacher with interest as he recalled the various statues in the school.
"Ah yes, the magically crafted stone work that many old and ancient places have. They are not true gargoyles they are the spirits of dead and honored gargoyles that gave their lives for the protection of the school. Consider them like the portraits that the wizards use they are echoes of former Gargoyles. The statues are made from the remains of the fallen, when a gargoyle falls it returns to stone that day but never returns to flesh and bone. Our Clan and many others once worked alongside of the infamous Founders, however as the years went by the humans forgot or betrayed us and we became outcasts to a castle whose walls we helped to build and who's stonework we had added to. Hogwarts very wall are a part of our people."
"So the gargoyles there are?"
"Animated magic, the gargoyles and the goblins are both skilled in such magic's and were allies with the wizards back then our Clan was once allies with the Founders before we were betrayed and driven off. The remains of our ancestors guard the school while we are forced to stay away."
Doesn't that make Hogwarts a burial ground then though? Harry questioned.
"It is more than that boy, it is a place to guard a place to live for a place to die for. Yet the laws of the humans denies us the peace that it could bring to us because we are not like them."
Harry shook his head in amusement. "You think that I'm scared of a werewolf?" He questioned. "You do recall that I can carve solid rock with my hands right? Only a handful of the most powerful werewolves can pull that trick off last that I heard." He said as he bared his claws. "Trust me Wormtail is going to have to find a real good hole to run and hide in for my eyes not to be able to see him as he runs through this forest. Hermione watch Ron," he said as he and Padfoot began to give chase to the rat that was responsible for the deaths of his Family, his Clan. He would show the fool what happened when one spat in the face of his generosity. He had tried to be nice, but now it was time to get rough with the traitor. He raised his head and let out a roar into the night. A moment later they could hear echoing returning calls as nearby gargoyles answered the cry for the hunt. "Follow the trail," Harry ordered as he fell to his hands and feet and like an animal followed after the giant dog.
Padfoot howled gleefully as he gave chase, this was more than the old Marauder could have hoped for. He was running through the forest and was surrounded by allies. For him this was something that the Dementors had nearly made him forget.
Harry smiled as he watched Sirius and Buckbeak fly off. "Hurry," Hermione said as she grabbed her friend by the arm and tried to drag him back into the castle. "We need to get back before the headmaster seals the door." Harry nodded he then picked Hermione up bridal style. "Harry I can walk myself." She complained at him trying to force him to let her down.
"Maybe, but you can't fly on your own." Harry returned to his friend as he leapt off the building and stretched his wings out. The girl barely contained a scream as she felt them fall for a minute before Harry's outstretched wings caught the air currents and they began to circle the castle. Harry quickly found the window he needed and flew at it his claws easily digging into the wall of the castle as he held on and waited for Hermione to climb out of his arms and slip into the room.
Listen Weasley I really don't care what you think or say about me. Harry said as he held the other by the front of his robes with one hand while the red heads feet dangled in the air. However if you ever make a move against Hermione or anyone else that I care about you'll answer to me do we understand each other.
Get your filthy hands off of me half breed. Ron said angrily as he uselessly pounded against the arm of his former friend.
Fred and George watched stonily as their brother was thrown away. Ronald Weasley it has been decided by the entire team that you are hereby banned from Quidditch team unless you and Harry can once again get along the team cannot function without unity.
What but you can't do that. Ron complained angrily.
But I can Angelina said angrily, I want a fuctioning team and unless you can bury the hatchtet with Potter you'll never be on our team unless Potter is not playing. And let me tell you Weasley having a Seeker that has only ever missed once against an untried Keeper is hardly worth consideration.
Ron glared at harry and reached for his wand only for one of the twins to take it away. Not so fast little 've already lost your friendship and most of your dignity let's not make it worse by you losing anything like a limb.
Who iz zis leetle boy that he feels he can enter? The blonde complained in annoyance while glaring at the young man before her.
Harry barely held back a snarl but let his eyes glow in fury. The girl took several hesitant steps back in fear.
Trust me you don't want to get on my bad side. Harry warned her as he stared at her. The girl returned the stare and the two became oblivious as the two tried to glare each other down. Flames seemed to lick around the blonde's eyes while an unknown breeze ruffled the clothes of Harry. The teachers, judges, and Champions watched in awe as the two tapped into their elements.
Defender, the girl finally said in grudging acknowledgement,
"Temptress," Harry returned with a hard clip to his voice but laced with respect.
The pair stepped away from each other, only now remembering the others in the room with them. Cousin Harry greeted Krum.
Kinsman, the athlete returned,
You two are related? Dumbleodre questioned with interest.
Through a very distant connection. Krum returned my family keeps these records though.
I have learned how to tell the relation with some. Harry returned, it does explain why we're both regarded as above average seekers though some things follow family lines as I understand it. Air skills happen to follow our families.
Indeed they do. Krum agreed.
Harry smirked as he bounced around the dragon against a regular human it might stand a chance but he was of the line of gargoyles and there was nothing that this dragon could do from this distance to actually hurt him. even in his human form he was much stronger and faster than Diggory or Krum. Fleur was the only one that might be able to match his speed with her Veela heritage being so much closer than the other two contestants own creature blood.
The war that is coming is going to test you to the utmost limits Harry in order to be better prepared it has been decided that we shall begin training you in Air and Earth abilities. Once you have control of your elemental abilities. You shall be one of our finest Elementals by the time we are done with you. When I am done you shall know the secrets of our basic elemetal abilities.
"Potter come out there is nothing that you can do now."
Harry peered down the battlement at his enemy. "That is where you are wrong, the sun sets and as it sets my people come." He said they all watched as the last light of day faded away and they all heard a loud cracking sound was heard and soon there was a roaring that shook the night as the gargoyles woke up.
"Who dares to attack and challenge castle Hogwarts?" One of the creatures snarled as it looked down at the assembled Death Eaters and their allies as the broken shards of their stone covering fell on top of the invaders. "Be gone or face the power of the gargoyles fools." There were several agreeing roars and snarls as the gargoyles stared down at the assembled force that had appeared before them.
"I thought your kind were hiding in the mountains." Voldemort noted with a sneer. "Not that it matters, do you really think that even like that you stand a chance against me Potter? The blood of the Gargoyles may run through your veins but I have the blood of the serpents flowing through mine. Do you really think your brutish strength and wings are going to help you in this fight? I have a magical hide that will block magic you have cumbersome wings. Tell me who do you think is the one likely to win."
"And how much have you trained with weapons ye wizard beastie?" One of the gargoyles questioned as it shot three arrows towards the bragging dark lord. The watched as the serpentine man waved his wand deflecting the arrows away and watched as the arrows slammed into the leg of a giant that barely even seemed to feel the attack.
"A wand is all that I need creature." Voldemort returned haughtily. "Besides I thought you might try to interfere with this so I asked your old enemies the vampires to join me." He said as a thick mist dribbled out of the forest before reforming into a group of vampires. The gargoyles snarled, while the vampires hissed as each side saw their traditional enemies on opposite sides of the battlefield.