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Tinkerbell and Claws

My name is Harry James Potter. "The Boy who lived", Gods do I hate that title. Most people think I'm named James for my father James Potter. I did too. But was I wrong, my dad's name is James, but he goes by the code name Wolverine. He is an x-man.

He and I only meet after the battle in the ministry. The night before we were to head home for the summer, I got a letter from Gringotts, saying that I needed to come to a reading of a will that was just my mothers. I lay in bed with the curtains drawn and re-read the letter several times. 'I wonder why she had her own will.' I shortly fell asleep pondering the letter and my mother.

I was having the Nightmares that would give a Nightmare bad dreams. I felt something break inside me when I saw Cedric and Sirius dying again in front of me, held in place by chains that would not break. I then begin to feel pain as long silvered "claws" erupted from between my knuckles on both hand. The chains dropped from me, then I saw blood on my legs and the pain became worse.

I awoke with a start, looked down to see six gleaming blades coming out of the back of my hands and impaling my legs. I gasped in shock and tried to remove the blades. To my amazement the blades slide back into my hand and slide up my forearms. Needless to say it was the oddest feeling I have ever had. Once the "claws" were back in my arms I quickly check the damage my nightmare had done to my legs. I gasped again as the holes in my legs closed by themselves. 'I wonder if I will ever get used to strange things happening to me.'

I snatched the invisibility cloak out of its hiding place. Quickly grabbed my wand and headed to the dorm bathrooms. Once safely inside the bathroom, I removed the cloak and to my shock I had changed. My once loose t-shirt was now taut over well defined muscles, the P.J. pants I were filled out better with hard muscular lags, and once I looked in the mirror, I was given a way out of my aunt's house. I now had instead of messy and unruly hair, I had dark locks that hung to my shoulders, and stubble on my chin. My jaw line was more pronounced and gone was the baby fat that had given me a softer look. My whole face was hard and not that of a 15 yr. old boy. I looked down at how my arms looked and realized that I was just a bit hairier. Before I got too involved with the mirror, I thought about how to hide my new features. Can't tell Hermione she would tell Dumbledore, maybe Dobby?

"Dobby I need your help" I whispered as loud as I dared.

With a sharp crack the house elf appeared. "Good morning, Harry Potter how can I help" Dobby gasped and stepped back. "What has happened to you Harry Potter sir?"

"I don't know Dobby but, can you use your elf magic to conceal what I look like till after the train ride tomorrow?"

"Dobby can do that for Harry Potter!" the house elf squeaked with delight

"Now Dobby it has to last till I get home. Alright?"

"Yes Harry Potter sir!" Dobby snapped his fingers and when I looked in the mirror again I looked like I did before.

"Thanks Dobby. Oh can I call on you later as well I have to go to Gringotts for a meeting and wish to not be seen with my new looks?" Dobby bobbed his head up and down. I sighed with relief at the elf. "I owe you one."

"The least Dobby can do for Harry Potter" with another crack the elf was gone. I took the cloak and headed back to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I had a wonderful dream about my mother and an older man in a wheel chair.

AN: Please be gentle its my first story. :) and Cookies to all who review thanks.