Mystical Moonstar: Thank you all for understanding. This summer has been kind of busy for me…my oldest sister just got married and my other sister just moved to China. On top of all that, I have had the worst case of writers block. So thank you to everyone for your support.

Disclaimer: As much I would like to own Harry Potter…I don't.

Chapter One

It was a quiet night like any other night at number four Privet Drive. It was nearing midnight on July 30. In the bedroom that had bars on the windows a young man lay still on his bed just staring at his alarm clock, with what looked to be homework strewn around him on the bed. The young man, Harry Potter, had been working on his summer homework from his school. This school was no ordinary school, but a school for witches and wizards like Harry Potter. It was Harry's home, the only place where he felt like he truly belonged, Hogwarts.

Harry had a hard life. His parents had been murdered when he was just a year old by some crazy wizard who called himself 'Lord Voldemort'. He had then been taken to the Dursley's house to be raised. The Dursley's happened to be Harry's aunt and uncle. His aunt and uncle hated Harry. That was an understatement, they despised him.

Harry had, had such a bad day. His alarm clock had first woken him up a 5:45. Harry started following the directions his aunt had given him the night before to start making breakfast and it had to be special because his Uncle Vernon had just gotten a raise at his work and they were going to celebrate. So Harry had gotten up and made breakfast, it was a feast fit for a King but the Dursley's always found something that was wrong with his cooking. Since he had been woken up at 5:45 in the morning and the Dursley's didn't come down for breakfast until 8:00 the breakfast had gotten a little cool and they had complained about that.

Dudley who thought it would be funny to see Harry trip, stuck out his foot as Harry was carrying a pitcher of orange juice to the table and Harry of course tripped and spilt the juice all over the floor. Harry had gotten punished by being hit on his back by Dudley's smelting stick and having to clean up the whole mess in the kitchen after breakfast and not being able to eat for the whole day.

After that Harry had to go out into the garden and weed it. It was a fairly hard job, considering it hadn't been weeded in over a month. After that he had to mow the lawn, and then clean up the shed that was full of so many things that the Dursley's had broken over the years. He then had to clean the whole house from top to bottom.

When he was finally able to lie down, he remembered he had some summer homework that he hadn't even started yet so he had to start that too. He lay on his bed exhausted and stiff form the days work when he realized what time it was, it was almost his sixteenth birthday.

Again Harry sighed as he rolled over onto his back, not bothering to look at the clock anymore. He closed his eyes and prayed that tomorrow would be a better day. It was then the clock stuck the hour of midnight.

"Happy Birthday to me," Harry whispered as a gust of wind threw open his windows.

All of a sudden a wind made his window brake, glass littered the floor. A gust of a northerly wind swept into his room though the broken window. His homework started to fly around him, and lightening struck outside. Harry jolted off the bed only to be hit with a sudden burning sensation all over his body and was thrown back onto the covers of his bed. The pain increased tenfold and Harry tried to scream but no sound came out of his opened mouth. The wind and lightening soon turned into a nasty storm outside and rain carried on the wind through the window pelted Harry where he was laying on his side in the fetal position, his muscles spasming every few seconds. Harry finally blacked out from the pain.

Harry woke up the next morning to a blinding head ache. His whole body hurt like the fires of hell. "Bloody hell!" Harry yelled as he stepped on a piece of broken glass. Harry then saw his room and what a mess it was, "What happened here? It looks like a hurricane passed through."

Sitting back on his bed Harry removed the piece of glass from his foot and wrapped an old sock around his foot to stop the bleeding. Harry sighed as he remembered all the pain from last night. "I am going to have to owl Sirius and Remus about this." Harry groaned as he moved over to his desk.

On his way over to his desk Harry caught a glimpse of himself. His hair had grown to just below his shoulders and he now has dark red highlights. His muscles were nicely toned and gave him a feline appearance. He had also grown a little; he now stood at 5'7, when he used to be 5'5. He opened his mouth a little in surprise only to find out that he had small fangs.

Harry had by now come to the conclusion that something had happened last night, as to what, Harry did not know.

Harry pulled out parchment and a quill and wrote furiously,

Dear Sirius and Remus,

Something has happened to me...something very strange. I don't know what to do. Please I need your help, I don't know who else to ask. Please come to the Dursley's as soon as possible.

Harry

"Hedwig, take this as fast as you can to Sirius and Remus!" Harry said frantically tying the letter to her leg.

Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, Harry curled up into a ball on his bed and covered himself in his blankets.

After and hour there was the clear 'popping' sound of someone apperating.

"Harry? Harry where are you!" called the frantic voices of Sirius and Remus his godfathers.

Harry made a small whimpering sound from underneath the blankets drawing their attention to him.

"Harry, are you ok? Why is your room such a mess?" asked the calm voice that belonged to Remus.

"Did those bloody muggles hurt you Harry? Because if they did I'm going to kill them!" Sirius fumed.

"Promise you won't hate me if I come out?" Harry whispered in a small voice.

Remus and Sirius looked at each other in surprise at the odd question. "Of course we won't hate you Harry, why would you think that?" asked Sirius softly.

"Something has happened to me and now I really am a freak." Harry said sitting up and pulling off the sheets that covered his head. Sirius and Remus gasped in surprise when they saw Harry.

Tears filled Harry's bright emerald eyes and he sniffed, "See, I'm nothing but a freak."

Remus's wolf side, not liking a member of his pack calling himself a freak, said "You are not a freak Harry! Listen to me," he said holding Harry's chin so their eyes were level, "you are not a freak. There is a reason why you changed. I don't know why, but I am sure Dumbledore does. Pack your things while Sirius and I go and talk to your aunt and uncle. We will leave when you are finished."

Harry sniffed again and nodded his head. Remus and Sirius pulled him into a big hug before leaving him to pack.

Not even a half an hour later Harry found himself sitting on Dumbledore's desk being prodded by Madam Pomfrey's wand with Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore waiting for answers.

When Pomfrey was done she pulled Dumbledore to the side and whispered into his ear. The old man looked surprised to hear what she had to say. Stoking his long sliver beard Dumbledore made his way back to the waiting trio.

"Well Mr. Potter it seems that your father did not tell anyone of his true linage. You have come into your inheritance."

"My what?" Harry asked, confused.

"It seems that your father had some Dark Veela in him and he has passed that onto you. It had remained dormant until last night, your sixteenth birthday. You, Harry, are a Dark Veela."

There was a loud thump as Harry hit the ground in a dead faint.

Mystical Moonstar: Thank you all for being so patient.