Some Kind of Wonderful

A Drarry Fanfiction

WARNING: This will be a SLASH story – meaning there will be at least one M/M relationship. If this is not your cup of tea please refrain from reading it as you will most likely be offended if you do decide to read on.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: Birthright

It was nearly twelve-thirty a.m. and all of the residents of Grimmauld Place were fast asleep. All except for the boy who lived in the dank house at number twelve with his godfathers Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Despite the time, or perhaps because of it, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter was in his en suite bathroom staring thoughtfully into the full-length mirror.

Harry Potter was the-boy-who-lived. The wizarding world steadfastly believed that he could never be anything more than that. Harry was expected to act accordingly to please the masses and uphold their skewed image of their savior.

Harry did as he was told for the most part, although he drew the line at becoming romantically involved with Ginny Weasley as most people urged him to do. He knew that his friends Ron and Hermione thought they would make a good couple, but he couldn't bring himself to get involved with someone when he knew it could never work out. She could never be his type. Harry's friends and the wizarding world had never asked or even seemed to care about his type though. They only saw what they wanted to and never looked past the surface.

The truth was very different than their preconceived notions about him. He liked the Slytherins, found the Gryffindors annoying, and absolutely despised the fame and accolades that came with his name. Yet somehow, despite his own feelings on the matter, here he was living the life of the Gryffindor golden boy, life-long enemy of the Slytherins, and hero of the wizarding world. He supposed he might have continued to live his life in this depressing fashion if not for him turning seventeen not half an hour before.

This was obviously no surprise to the boy considering every year of the first eleven years of his life he spent each July thirtieth counting down the minutes until his birthday. However, this year he came into his full magical inheritance and became an adult in the eyes of the wizarding world. It was well known that, in addition to their regular magical inheritance, many young witches and wizards also came into some form of creature inheritance on their seventeenth birthday. All Hogwarts students were required to take a supplementary course regarding such inheritances during their sixth year.

Harry silently catalogued his features and thanked the fates that he was no longer living with the Dursleys. He shivered in fear at the thought of what his uncle might have done to him if he was around to see the new additions to his slight frame. He shook those thoughts away and concentrated on examining his reflection and recalling what he learned in class.

Poking out from a mess of silky black hair was a pair of pointy ears that twitched unconsciously, like that of a cat. He raked his eyes down lower past the large black wings that sprouted from his shoulder blades, past the sharp looking claws he could extend or retract at will, and settled his gaze on the matching long coal black tail that seemed to sprout from the base of his spine. It also reminded him of a cat and was lazily flicking from side to side. In addition to the more obvious changes his vision had also been enhanced – he no longer required his glasses and when he concentrated he could read the words in the book sitting on the desk twenty feet away in his bedroom. As he marveled over the changes he suddenly remembered a passage in his textbook and ran to his room to dig out the book so he could refresh his memory.

One of the rarest creature inheritances is that of the Ichobas (pronounced ick-oh-bus).

Ichobas are an evolution of the Neko and Ravenblood species. They are identified by their wings, ears, claws, and tail. They are said to have supersensitive hearing and sight. They have a habit of collecting shiny objects and are often deeply possessive of their treasures.

There have been no recorded inheritances in the last 300 years. This is probably due to the conditions surrounding the inheritance.

For a witch or wizard carrying the Ichobas gene to receive the inheritance he must be able to handle the raw power that these creatures are able absorb and manipulate.

All Ichobas are inherently submissive and will require a dominant mate to be truly content. Once a dominant mate is found and accepted the Ichobas will gain the ability to conceive a child regardless of their gender. This is to ensure the continuation of the species even though the gene may not show up again for many generations.

Ichobas are very peaceful and nurturing creatures unless their dominant or children are threatened. If the Ichobas feels that their family has been threatened they are able to call upon any forces around them to protect their loved ones.

For more information on Neko or Ravenblood please refer to the index.

Harry returned the book to the shelf and let out a slightly hysterical chuckle. It would just figure that he received an inheritance that hadn't been seen in three hundred years. Not to mention the fact that he was now able to draw in even more magical energy from his surroundings. Although he didn't think he would ever be required to do that considering he had already received an overwhelming amount of power from his magical inheritance. He had so much power now that he could practically feel his magic dancing in the air around him and could control it with a mere thought or wave of his hand.

This time his chuckle was full of amusement although the hysteria hadn't completely faded from it. It was ironic that he had come into so much power when there was no longer any imminent threatening situation in which it might be helpful.

Harry had defeated He-Who-Must-Have-Sinus-Problems just before the end of Christmas break last year. He had managed it by using a complex mix of ancient runes and spells. The solution had been discovered by Bill on the walls of an Egyptian tomb that had recently been unearthed in the heart of the Blue Desert.

The hieroglyphs in the tomb told the story of the early Egyptian wizards who created the curse for the sole purpose of defeating the Dark Lord Akhekh. Akhekh was said to be immortal even more heinous than Moldy Fart.

It was a rare bit of luck that the spell reached out to his followers through the connection of the dark mark. Anyone that was truly loyal to 'ol snake face or his ideals perished along with their leader. Those who weren't loyal found themselves finally free from his hold with no trace of the mark remaining. Harry had been surprised that Snape and the Malfoys had been included in the group of nonbelievers.

As his mental wanderings brought him around to the Malfoys Harry made his ways over to his bed and climbed in after pulling his wings close to his back. He would give anything to be able to put the past behind him and befriend Draco and his family. His friends would not like that at all, especially considering how powerful he now was. There was also the possibility of renewing the rumors of his aim to be the next dark lord. He snorted at the thought of how positively silly the name the Dark Lord Harry sounded in his head.

Unfortunately, thoughts of his friends brought a new concern to mind - Dumbledore.

As much as he cared for Dumbledore there was no way he could allow the manipulative old coot any influence or control over himself and the vast amount of power he now held. Merlin only knew what Dumbledore would try to request of Harry in the name of the greater good. This was going to be his final year at Hogwarts and would be the first without some sort of evil hanging over him waiting to strike.

Harry rolled over once more and sighed in frustration as his thoughts conspired to keep him from a restful night's sleep. It seemed to him that he only had one possible course of action. He would have to finally break free of the mold everyone was trying to force him into. He would have to endeavor to be true to himself for the first time in sixteen years. He could start tomorrow by purchasing a completely new wardrobe and creating a completely new look. He had more than enough gold in his vaults to finance a complete makeover. Once that was done and he was once more at Hogwarts he could start on his quest to befriend the Slytherins and, more importantly, the Malfoys. He would also cease hiding his preference for male company rather than female company.

The people most likely to create problems because of his new persona were the Weasleys, the Order, and Hermione. He did hope that finally coming out of the closet might persuade Mrs. Weasley to stop trying to fix him up with Ginny. Harry felt his new tail shifting in agitation at the thought that the older Weasley boys might also have issues with his true self.

He had developed a great friendship with the Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George. In fact, they were more like brothers to him now than anything else and he was even closer to them than he could ever be to Ron. They liked the false him, but he didn't know what he would do if they rejected the real him. If they did then he would have to find some way to move past it because, as much as it would hurt, he was no longer going to hide or try to change who he was – not for anybody. He was tired of trying to please everyone but himself.

Despite all of his worries there was one person who he knew would stand by him and love him no matter what – Sirius. Sirius would be the first to know, so before Harry went shopping tomorrow he would sit Sirius down and explain everything to him. With that decided Harry was finally able to drift off into an exhausted slumber.

A/N: Thank you for reading. All reviews or constructive criticisms are welcome. I will hopefully have the next chapter up soon.

Egyptian name Akhekh is one of the names of the mystical Serpent of Evil.