A/N: Yeah, a new story. Angry, rabid plot bunnies attacked me and wouldn't stop until I wrote this, so that's why this is up and not an update for another story. I apologize. But here's something to tide you over while you wait. And consider it a 'replacement' for 'Scar Ride? Alice Potter?' which is sadly, no longer with us.

*tear*

So instead of a Flock-Member-That-Is-Also-Harry's-Twin-Sister (atrocious Mary-Sue *shudder* I'm ashamed to have written her...) you get a kidnapped experimented-on Harry. Who was kidnapped at age 15, summer before OotP and during TAE. I came up with a new plot *happy dance* I've never seen a teenager Harry captured, only Harry-was-taken-of-the-doorstep-when-he-was-a-baby.

If there is another fic similar to this, I apologize. But I combed through the crossover archieve and searched 'Harry, School' and 'Harry, Wings' before I wrote this and didn't find anything similar to this.

Anywho, the point of view will be 1st-person, mostly Harry, but some other characters here and there. There will definitely be a scene with Snape's POV (I know exactly which one too, feel free to guess) and quite a few with Max's POV, but that's all I really know for sure in terms of non-Harry's-POV.

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Summary: In a rash act of self-sacrifice, Harry saves a dying Muggle by magically transfering the man's cancer to himself. Now, going through his fifth year with a terrible secret, he begins to realize just what he's given up. H/G, R/Hr. Warning: abuse

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Anyway...I own nothing and...

Chapter One: Welcome to The School.

Max

There is a new boy. I don't know his name. The whitecoats pretty much just came into the room, opened the door of a nearby dog crate, and flung him in. I exchange a glance with Fang, Nudge, and Angel. Iggy and Gazzy aren't in this place, thank God.

The boy, like the rest of us, is wearing a grey t-shirt and knee-length shorts. His breath is pained, yet he looks nothing like most of the other experiments. As in, he's not painful to look at. He looks...normal. Like us.

Who is he? I've never seen him before, and he's our age. I would have seen him before, in the ten years of nightmarish torture that was the first segment of my life. And the torture may commence again for the rest of it (however short it may be.)

Still, this stranger. Is he from another lab? I don't know. He isn't a new experiment though, he's too old to have just become like us and still been successful. He would have died, his DNA would have unraveled. And yet, he bears none of the marks of someone living like we did. He's clean, for one. He has no cuts, bruises, burns, or really any markings at all. The one thing that stands out is a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and I briefly wonder where he got it.

The one mark he has of being like us are bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. And that doesn't really mean anything. For all know, he could have insomnia.

I sigh, then turn to Angel.

Picking anything up from him?

No, he's unconscious.

Ah. Anything from the whitecoats?

Amazement that his DNA didn't self-destruct.

He's new? But how?

I don't know. But the Erasers found him...and a bunch of others. They were supposed to look for teenage 'specimens' across the globe. They had them all in another lab for a few hours waiting for the genes to fail or take.

They expected most of them to fail, right?

All of them. If they got one it would be a miracle.

Right. But he's a success.

Yes.

Why? And what type of DNA does he have?

I don't know. The whitecoats weren't thinking about it.

Huh. Food for thought. I sit back, watching as Angel relays the conversation to Fang and then Nudge, both of which looked just as shocked as I felt.

A simple rule of thumb, DNA never took to someone that old that well. Never. So how this one survived was a complete mystery.

I decide to dub this boy 'Mystery' until I know his real name.

For the next few hours, nothing happened. Mystery didn't wake up, which I was slightly disappointed about, until I remembered that he was recovering from having his whole genetic makeup changed. The whitecoats also never returned, which was a blessing.

Finally, about five hours later, Mystery stirred.

The flock all shoots up, watching him warily. Not that he could be a real threat, unless he has lion DNA or something. Hmm...

My pondering is interrupted when Mystery groans and his eyes flutter open. They dart around in confusion for a moment, before they widen and he sits up abruptly. A look of panic crosses his features.

"What is going on? Where am I? What happened to me? Why am I in a dog crate? And why..." His eyes widen as his hand gingerly touches something on his back, before clearly going into all out panic-mode, "do I have wings?"

Harry

I groan and blearily open my eyes, expecting to see the ugly walls of my bedroom. But instead, I'm staring our through bars. Bars? I sit upright like I was shocked by lightning. Where am I? Why am I locked up? I see other people about my age sitting across from me, and I immediately start asking questions.

"What is going on? Where am I? What happened to me? Why am I in a..." I realize where I'm locked now, "dog crate? And why..."

I'm about to ask why I have what feels like two massive lumps on my back, when I reach around to touch them myself. My fingers brush against feathers.

Wait a minute...feathers? Oh God, oh God, this is not happening, this can't be happening, help me, help me. Why do I have...why do I have...

I'm finally able to complete the question-"do I have wings?"

They stare at me in shock for a moment, before the oldest girl speaks.

"You have wings?"

I extend one of them as far as it can go, not very small considering the cramped space.

"Well," she says, sitting back and watching me, a slight smirk on her face, "you'll fit right in here."

"What do you mean?"

She extends a wing herself, and I honestly am not that surprised. After waking up in a dog crate, finding out I have wings, and learning that someone had apparently changed my DNA, nothing much more could surprise me.

"Okay, you have wings. To be quite frank, I'm not surprised. But...why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

I turn my head to look in the crate next to the girl's. A boy sits in it, looking at me with a flicker of pity in his eyes.

"You're an experiment."

An experiment.

Is that all I am to these "scientists?" Me and these others? Some sort of lab rat?

The door to the hallway opens and two men in white lab coats, along with these horrid wolf-human hybrids, enter. I suddenly remember that it was these creatures who kidnapped me in the first place.

The other children tense and shrink back as they draw nearer. But they don't come for them.

The door to my crate swings open.

As I'm dragged out, struggling against being taken to whatever they're going to do to me, I hear the boy speak again.

"Welcome to The School."

And then I'm dragged out and the door slams shut. I continue to struggle against the wolf-men's grips, vaguely noticing that I seem to be stronger, as well as slightly taller. But they are even more so, and they eventually just laugh, lift me off the ground, and carry me through a door and into a lab-like room.

I'm carried over to a large table, and flung upon it. My wrists and ankles are secured and a nearby scientist picks up a syringe.

I'm unable to stop it from plunging into my arm. A feeling I can only describe as liquid fire courses through my veins, and I'm barely able to keep from screaming. I won't give them that satisfaction.

A second syringe. The pain doubles.

A third. Don't scream, don't scream.

A fourth. Don't give them the satisfaction.

A fifth.

I scream.

"Five," the scientist injecting me says to another, who's holding a clipboard.

They were waiting for me to scream? What kind of monsters are these people?

That's all I can manage to think as I writhe on the table, screaming and mentally begging for the pain to stop, stop, STOP!

I don't know how long I was burned alive for. Not that long, but to me, it felt like eternity. When the fire finally stops, the screams no longer stream from my lips and I lie, trembling, on the table.

"Twenty-three minutes, fifteen seconds, pain-resistance test complete," I hear someone say.

"Alright, move on to underwater test."

Underwater?

Hands grab me and before I know it I'm completely submerged. I throw my hands desperately against the roof of the huge tank I seem to be in, but it's no use. They wouldn't really kill me, would they? They still need their lab rat.

Time passes as I continue to beat the top with my fists. The world becomes fuzzy around the edges and I hear a faint buzzing in my ear. It feels so good to just let go and sink down, down, down...

I wake abruptly to an intense pain shooting through every fiber of my being. I open my eyes and scream. I find myself strapped down again, wires tapped to me. Oh God, they're electrocuting me.

Another zap. A third.

"STOP!" I scream. "I'm begging you, just stop!"

The scientist laughs, zapping me again. Tears stream down my face.

"STOP IT!" I sob, screaming, as a fifth burst of electricity courses through me.

A sixth.

"Alright Reilly, that's enough. You don't want to kill it."

It.

That's all I am to these people. An it. Something to torture, to experiment on.

I run on a treadmill. Have my blood drawn several times. Injected with the most horrible things. They finally say that it's over, let me use the bathroom, and feed me a tin cup of water and a bowl of disgusting sludge.

I'm thrown back in my crate and the door latches behind me. I curl up on my side, tears running in rivulets down my cheeks.

The others watch me silently.

"Why me?"

"That's the same question we've all been asking ourselves. For years."

I nod weakly, then my eyes fall shut. I just want this day to end.

"What's your name?" I hear one of them ask.

Right before sleep claims me, I manage to answer.

"It's Harry. Harry Potter."

A/N: Annnndddd...scene! So, in case you're wondering, Harry being there has thrown a wrench in the whole flock-taken-to-courtyard-then-rescued-by-Iggy-and-Gazzy thing. The whitecoats have decided that Harry's er...not-dieing...means that there is more to be learned about the flock.

Because I have to have Harry be tortured a bit! No story later on if he only got wings out of the deal, he needs to be trau-ma-tized!

So...yeah, REVIEW, and...bye!

-Winged Quill