Disclaimer: I'm not a millionaire and my name not J. K. Rowling so obviously I do not Harry and co.

5 minutes

5 minutes till Harry Potter turned sixteen years old. It was July 30 at 11:55 PM and just

like every year Harry sat on his bed counting down the minutes till he was a year older. But unlike every other year since he started at Hogwarts he felt truly alone. Sirius, his closest link to his parents, was dead and it was his fault. If hadn't followed those stupid visions and gone to the Ministry then his godfather would still be alive. And Ron and Hermione his "best friends" hadn't contacted him at all this summer. Although it didn't bother him much since he only associated with them because of his act. Whenever he tried to send letters to them they all got returned unopened. Dumbledore claimed that it wasn't safe enough for Harry to be at the Burrow even with all the Order members and wards surrounding the house.

Harry stared at his clock, less than a minute now an then he would be sixteen. 30 seconds. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1. When the clock struck midnight Harry screamed out in pain. He felt like some one had set his body on fire and was ripping him apart and clawing at his back. Harry almost passed out from the pain but he stayed strong. Harry thought that a death eater was able to apparate into his room and cast a cruciatus on him. But when he looked around his room he saw that he was alone. The pain only lasted a couple of minutes before stopping as abruptly as it had started.

When Harry had calmed down he'd realized something was protruding from his back. Harry stumbled off the bed and half crawled to the mirror hanging on his closet door. He was shocked by what he saw. No longer did he have James dark brown messy mop of hair, instead he had straight shoulder length pitch black hair. He no longer had Lily's emerald eyes, they had been replaced by pure shining gold ones. And his scar, the one that had made his so famous, no longer adorned his now pale white skin. Too busy staring at his face it took him a moment to the large black, glossy wings attached to his back. He could describe the wings as looking like angel wings. He reached back and touched the wings; the feathers were soft to the touch.

Harry didn't understand what was going on with him, but knew that if he was seen by the Dursleys then he would be punished very severely and beat him for his unnaturalness. He had managed to avoid any major beatings this summer and really didn't feel like starting now. He only ha a month till school started, he could escape and hide out till then. But first he had to get rid of the wings. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be, because the moment he thought of putting the wings away they refolded themselves back into his back. Harry turned around and stared at his back, it looked normal with the exception of two long scars running parallel down his skin.

Harry pulled on a shirt as the one he was wearing before had ripped when his wings had first extended. He pulled his trunk from his closet and packed it with his school stuff and his clothes. He stuck his wand in his back pocket and cast a silent shrinking spell on his trunk and Hedwig's cage. The bird was out hunting for food. Harry had learned last summer that if he casts wandless silent magic then the Ministry can't track him. He forgot that he couldn't do magic last summer and castes a silent levitation charm and was a nervous wreck for hours waiting for the Ministry to come bursting through the doors snapping his wand and expelling him from Hogwarts. But when no one arrived and no letter came to him he realized that he'd found the loophole to the under age magic rule; intentional silent magic cannot be traced.

No one knew that he was as powerful as he was. The "Golden Boy" every one believed him to be was not who he really was. He was actually really smart and powerful but he knew that if Dumbledore caught wind of his excellence then he would do whatever he could to keep the boy in control. He had created the "golden boy" image to make every one believe that he was the pliable light savior that everyone wanted him to be. That's the reason he asked the sorting hat to put him in Gryffindor, if the boy-who-lived had been placed in the house of snakes then they would've shunned him and declared him evil. That's also why he had to refuse Draco's hand in first year. Ron and Hermione were annoying gits but they were the kinds of friends The Lord of light should have, light Gryffindor comrades. In reality Harry found Ron to be a talentless arrogant who wanted to lay on his fat ass all day. And while Hermione was the opposite of the weasel, know-it-ally and a show off, she was annoying all the same.

Harry unlocked his window and jumped out landing on his feet. When he got far enough away from the Dursleys he called for the knight bus. The same bus he had taken right before 3rd year when he blew up his aunt Marge.

"Where to?" the driver asked him.

"Diagon alley."

"That will be 2 galleons."

Harry gave him the coins and sat down on one of the bed. He was glad that his appearance had change so now he was barley recognizable as Harry Potter. It took less than 30 minutes for the knight bus to reach its destination. Harry thanked the driver before walking off the bus and making his way into the leaky cauldron.

"Can I get a room, please?" He asked when he got to the front desk. Luckily Tom was still at desk working but it looked like Harry caught him just in time because he was about to go to bed.

"Sure kid, how long?" Tom didn't question why the teenager was at the leaky cauldron so late, many wizards come to here when they run away from home.

"A month."

"45 galleons." Harry, who didn't feel like counting out the money just handed Tom his pouch of galleons and told him to keep the change. "Room 12. On your right."

"Thanks" Harry walked to his room and without unshrinking his belongings passed out the moment his head touched the pillow.

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