A/N Edited 2/29/2016 AND 4/29/2017

Midnight

At 4 Privet drive, while still deeply asleep, Harry groaned in pain. His whole body shuddered as his heart stopped for one, two, three beats, and then restarted. There was a great pressure in his back at his shoulder blades and he automatically rolled over onto his stomach to try to relieve it.

A moment later there was a great, sharp pain that made him cry out and snap awake. Wings tore from his back as claws sprouted from his fingertips and fangs grew in his mouth.

Groaning, he collapsed on his bed and fell, once more, into an exhausted sleep.

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Waking up with a dull pain in his back, mouth, and fingertips, Harry slowly forced his eyes open and glanced over at the clock. 5 A.M. He thought with a groan, moving to roll over as he closed his eyes again, only to find that there was something attached to his back that was preventing him from doing so.

He reached behind him to remove whatever it was, only to touch something leathery and scaly, and most definitely growing out of his back.

Swearing, he grabbed his glasses and stumbled to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He shoved his glasses onto his face when he got there, only to find that instead of the world being clearer, with him able to see it, it was fizzy and he could barely see at all.

With that his sleep addled brain finally caught up to what was going on and the fact that both when he had looked at the clock and while he was rushing to the bathroom, he had been able to see perfectly.

Ever so slowly, as if he thought that if he moved too fast he would wake up and this would all be a dream, he reached up and pulled off his glasses.

I can see. He thought in shock. I don't need my glasses... Why don't I need my glasses?

Blinking, Harry leaned closer to the mirror, looking at his eyes for the first time without the slight blur of his scratched, broken, and most definitely wrong prescription glasses that had always left him unable to see clearly, though they were a lot better than not wearing them at all. Now however, he could see better than he had ever been able to before. Everything was so much clearer, and he wondered if this was how everyone saw the world, or if his newly improved vision was better than the average human's eyesight. (A/N It is.)

As the wonder of finally being able to see clearly faded just a little bit, he remembered why he had come into the bathroom in the first place, and looked into the mirror to see the thing(s) attached to his back.

He gasped as he saw the huge, black wings that had apparently sprouted from his back at some point. They were neatly folded behind him and as he had the urge to touch them they unfolded a bit and came out in front of him, almost wrapping around him, but not quite. As they moved he could feel it, as if he were flexing a muscle, new and untested as they were.

They were an absolutely pure black such as he'd never seen before, even on the darkest night in his old cupboard. As he stroked his decidedly sensitive wings he noticed that they, and his newly improved eyesight were not his only changes. Replacing his fingernails were wickedly sharp looking, inch long black claws.

Deciding to test them out, he turned to the shower curtain and slashed at it, his claws cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. Excited by this, he tested them again using very little force and still cutting through the plastic like it was butter. Damn. he thought. These are really fucking sharp. I'd better be extremely careful with them.

Realizing that these might not be the only changes he'd gone through he looked back at the mirror, looking at more than just his eyes this time, and was decidedly shocked by what he saw.

His normally short and unruly hair was now straight and hung to the middle of his back, with not a single hair out of place. He was roughly 5'5", which, while still on the short side, was 2 inches taller than what he had been.

He now had a rather soft jaw line, long, thick eyelashes, and full pouty lips. His skin, which had been tan from summers in the sun doing yard work and gardening, and school years playing quidditch, was now extremely pale, not unlike Malfoy's. His hips were now wider, and he had more of an hourglass figure. Overall, he looked a lot more feminine.

Panicked, he moved his hand into his boxers to make sure that not everything was more feminine. He sighed in relief when his hand found that he was, indeed, still a man.

Next he noticed that his scars, from 15 years of being abused by the Dursleys as well as the ones he'd added himself, were now much more faded, though not completely gone, and his recent injuries had been healed. Some of his scars from his back had been moved onto his wings, the pale lines and words standing out stark against the black of his wings.

Wincing at the sight of them, he decided that he was definitely glad he was so good at glamours.

Looking at the scars on his wings he noticed that there were overlapping scales on his wings that were about an inch and a half long and an inch wide. Do I have anymore? he questioned to himself as he looked closer at himself in the mirror. Huh. I guess I do. he thought as he spotted more, barely noticeable, smaller scales that overlapped on all of his visible skin. Turning around to look for more he found that they also covered all of his back, with these scales appearing to be 1 centimeter long, and half a centimeter wide.

Suddenly remembering the dull ache in his mouth when he had first woken up he turned back to face the mirror, leaned in for a closer look, and opened his mouth, only for his jaw to go slack as he, once again, discovered a new change to his body. His teeth were now pointed and sharp looking. Similar to a cat's.

Sucking in a deep breath as it REALLY hit him how strange he now was, he braced his hands on the sink, closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against the cold mirror.

I'm okay... he thought to himself. I look really fucking strange, but I'm okay. There is no need to panic. Everything's going to be fine...

Pushing himself away from the mirror and sink, and opening his eyes, he began to pace. Who am I kidding?! Of course there is a reason to panic! I have wings, claws, and weird teeth! Not to mention I look like a freaking GIRL! How in the Seven Hells did this happen?!

He came to a sudden stop as a new thought occurred to him.

Oh god... How are the Dursleys going to react? They already consider me a freak and beat the shit out of me for it, and before I at least LOOKED normal! Now I don't even look HUMAN! Shit, SHIT, SHIT!

Without even realizing it, he let out a high pitched distress call, and from miles away, someone rumbled back.

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(A/N For twin speak Fred= Bold, and George= Normal)

Fred and George jerked awake and instinctively their Draig features came out. Wings burst from their backs, claws sprouted from their fingertips, hair and teeth lengthening, while their inner Beasts growled Find and Protect.

After trying to jump up immediately and ending up tangled in their bed sheets, they had to pause to untangle themselves and this was just long enough for their minds to come back to them. Looking at each other they started speaking in quick succession.

"What should w-"

"You know what they wa-"

"But we don't know where she is, or whats wr-"

"So you want to just leave her?!"

"No! Of course not! But be rational! We know nothing of the situation, we can't-"

"So we do nothing?!"

"So we leave it to someone else! We can't have been the only ones to have heard her!"

"Why do you want to sit here and do nothing?! It's the coward's way out!"

"Because by the time we found her there will be nothing left to do. Others will have taken care of her or she'll be dead or long gone, and I don't want to risk losing my lover over some snobby sub that won't be there by the time we get there!"

At this Fred's face softened marginally and he let out a heavy sigh before he said, "Fine, but I'm going to go let out some steam, I'll be back."

"Okay, but please at least hide your Draig attributes then."

"Alright love."

And with that, Fred strode out of their bedroom, his Draig features receding as he went.

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Meanwhile, back at Privet Drive Harry had ceased panicking and had come up with a only semi-sketchy plan. He was currently packing all of his things (the small amount of items that it was) into his trunk so he could leave.

After packing everything he owns that was worth taking, leaving out his invisibility cloak, 11 sickles, and his moleskin pouch (A gift from Hagrid), he cast a shrinking charm on his trunk so he could fit it in his pocket.

He grabbed his pouch, cast an undetectable shrinking charm on it, and put on his invisibility cloak.

After walking down to the kitchen he then raided the cupboards and fridge for bread, fruit, and meat, casting a preservation charm on it all as he put it into his pouch.

That done, he left 4 Privet Drive forever, kicking the door on his way out, before walking down to the curb, adjusting his invisibility cloak so that it hid him properly, and stuck out his wand to summon the Knight Bus.

There was a deafening BANG, and a second later, a gigantic pair of wheels and headlights screeched to a stop in front of him. It was a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windshield spelled The Knight Bus.

"Welcome to The Knight Bus, emergency transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve-" (A/N The underlined text here is taken directly from the Harry Potter Series, book 3.)

Looking around in confusion, Stan saw that there was no one there. "Guessin' it was a prank Ern, nobodies 'ere, let's go."

Quickly stepping in behind Stan before he closed the door, Harry looked around and saw several people lying down in, or sitting up on, their beds waiting to be taken to their destination.

"Next stop, The Leaky Cauldron!" Stan shouted, much to Harry's relief.

After a few minutes drive, in which the Knight Bus moved incredibly fast, they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and Harry got off along with 2 other people that had needed this stop, though before he got off he left 11 Sickles on the dashboard as payment for the ride.

Quickly walking into the Leaky Cauldron and out the back, Harry opened the wall to Diagon Alley and made his way to Gringotts. Upon arrival he walked up to an unoccupied teller and whispered "May I have a private meeting room please?"

The goblin looked around for a second before saying "Very well, follow me." He then left his seat and walked away.

After walking down several twisting corridors he opened a door and walked into a small office, Harry having followed him the whole way.

Looking around, Harry saw that it was a very simple stone room with an elegant pine wood desk that had 2 straight back chairs in front of it, and another behind it. There was also a roaring fire place with a simple, red carpet in front of it.

"Show yourself," commanded the goblin.

Taking off his invisibility cloak, Harry complied and said " Hello, I apologize for the bother, but I can't be seen you the general public for obvious reasons."

"Obvious indeed," sneered the goblin. "What do you want?"

"I am Harry Potter, and I'd like to access my vault for any books that might tell me about creatures, and more specifically, the creature I've become."

"Which vault would you like?"

"What do you mean, which vault? Don't I have just the one?"

"Of course not, you have several. There are the Potter vaults, your trust vault, the Peverell vault, and the Black vault that I know of. To know all of the vaults you own I would have to do an ancestry test. Are you telling me your magical guardian did not do his job by informing you of all that you own?"

Confused, Harry asked "What magical guardian? The only guardians that I have are most definitely muggle."

With a sigh, as if he was finding Harry's lack of information incredibly trying, the goblin said "From the moment they enter the Wizarding World any witch or wizard under the age of 16 is given a magical guardian. You were given yours when your parents died."

"And just who is my magical guardian then?" Harry asked with a frown.

Exasperated, the goblin replied in a slow voice, so the simple minded could keep up. "Albus Dumbledore. He should have made sure you were well taken care of, and that you know all about magical politics, your Lordships, your vaults, and all of your properties. Follow me and I will bring you to your case manager to discuss this more in depth with you."

Frowning Harry said "Of course, lead the way."

A/N In this, the death cloak shrinks or lengthens as its wearer needs it to.

For the purposes of this story, the age wizards are recognized as adults is 16 so yes, Harry was well within his rights to have been using magic.

Harrys other mates have been decided, you'll find out as he gets them ;)

I'm also currently looking for a Beta for this story, message me if you're interested.

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Also, I have chapter 2 all edited, but I'm going to give it a month at max before I post it so that I have time to edit chapter 3 (Which there are parts of that I have never liked, which is what killed muse, like I just couldn't go forward with it like that but I hated it so much that it was like, "I don't even want to deal with you, I don't know what to do with you" so I just kinda put the fic on hold and then I got soooo busy with life that I totally just kinda forgot about the story and didn't even notice how much time has passed since my last update and I feel really horrible but I think I've got it now. I'm just going to do it tomorrow/ later today because it it 1:21 A.M. and I should really get to sleep so that I don't sleep ALL of tomorrow away.) and then a month before updating again will also give me time to get ahead in previously unwritten material. If I get into a really good flow and end up with a lot of chapters it MIGHT happen beforehand but that depends on my muse and the time I can devote to this story because I have school and a job. (What fun right?)