The Trouble with Imps
Warning: This story is a Slash FanFic, so anyone who doesn't like Slash I should warn you there will be M/M graphical scenes within this story so it may beneficial for you not to read this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in the story, they are unfortunately J K Rowlings characters only, meaning some of the characters maybe out of character.
Harry stared absently across the street. It was 10 minuets to midnight, 10 minutes till he turned 17. He didn't know whether to feel excited, as he was now at a legal age to perform magic and there was also the bonus fact of finally leaving the Dursley's, he even had his bag packed next to him as he was to be headed to Grimmauled place when the clock strikes 12. But he also didn't know whether to feel sad turning 17 because he was nearing the age of becoming an adult even though he hasn't really had a childhood.
He never really knew how to act like a child, one of the reasons being the fact the Dursley's never allowed him to associate or socialize with other children ever since being placed here. The second reason is that ever since he stepped into the Wizarding World, he was expected to be some kind of warrior and because of the fear that people would hate him because he act as a child, he was forced to grow up. To grow up to be prepared for a war that had only just arrived.
Dumbledore. And he say's that name with as much disgust and resentment.
Dumbledore is the reason for him being at the Dursley's, the reason he didn't find out he was a wizard till he was 11, and a famous wizard at that. Dumbledore with his 'it's for the greater good' attitude. If Harry wasn't so inclined to keep up his façade, he would of laughed in the old fools face and shouted for the whole world to hear, "STUFF THE GREATER GOOD!" after all, what did the Wizarding World do to deserve being saved by him except announced him as insane in 5th year, and getting his Godfather killed because they were to incompetent to do an actual trial (if there had been a trial he could've lived with Sirius!). they had done many thing that caused a great disturbance in his life. They even turn their back on him twice. Once during the Tri-Wizard tournament and then again when not believing him when he proclaimed Voldemort to be back. What did they do to deserve being saved?
You know, he thought with a contemplating face, ever since I stepped foot into the Wizarding World all that's happened has resulted to me being in danger or enter dangerous situations.
He sighed in annoyance at that though and glanced at the clock residing on his draw near his bed hoping for a distraction and was surprised to see he only had 30 seconds till he was officially confirmed to be 17.
He waited anxiously as the time ticked by, remembering how Remus had warned him that he may come into some magical creature inheritance. He was shocked to discover that the Potter line hadn't really been all that pure and that random ancestors and family members had married to other creatures or had been their mates. He was nervous because he didn't know if he would go through the inheritance and also because if he did, he didn't know what the dominant magical creature Gene was within him. Meaning he didn't know what he may become.
He glanced at the clock again.
He waited for awhile, but when it became apparent that nothing was going to happen, he let out a sigh of relief, only for it to come out strangled as an indescribable pain erupted in his back.
It felt as though he was being tearing apart as different sensation ran through his body, varying to a hot sensation, so hot it felt like larva was flowing through his veins. It then abruptly changed to a cold as ice sensation, then a huge determination to fight like some sort of warrior. The last feeling was very different, very strange. It was calm feeling, and if he listen closely he could distinctly hear the sounds that he immediately associated with a forest and the fact that there was a strong, earthy smell drafting against his face.
He let out a sigh as the feeling slowly faded away. Well, not exactly faded, they were still there but were calmer.
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. He was still in the small bedroom at the Dursley's, he knew that for sure. But as he stood up he felt an extra weight pulling at him. Specifically his back.
Turning his head around slightly his eyes widened in astonishment. There, behind him, stretched out as though readying for takeoff were pure black bat-like wings. They shone slightly in the moonlight showing there leathery texture.
Harry stared at them dumbly, he couldn't believe it. His eyes widened a fraction more, realizing that this mustn't be the only change in his appearance. He rushed to the bathroom door that was connected to his room, and after much difficulty and pained filled whimpers as his sensitive wings struggled to get through, he made it to the mirror.
He looked at himself, and his jaw literally dropped.
What stared back at him was definitely not the Harry Potter he knew before. This Harry Potter had silk black hair with subtle streaks of red running it, even though in truth it was still it usually messy self, it was still different. He then moved to look at his face. If people thought his eyes were green before, they were definitely more so now. They glowed brightly in the darkly lit bathroom, hints of brown, fiery red and ocean blue stood in the background to the colour, but the colours were still noticeable by the thick black lashes framing his cat shaped eyes. He also noticed how they sparkle unnaturally with a very different emotion that he never before expressed: Mischief. Which was a shock in itself, as he never really had time for mischief, sure he roamed the Hogwarts castle but it was never for mischief. He considered this, the unusual emotion still present, before finally settling that what ever creature he had become must usually associate with mischief. He then continued to look at his new appearance after the moment of distraction.
He was still moonlight pale, as before, if not more so. The skin colour did well to bring out his full rose coloured lips, as it had done so with his eyes. He also noticed, sadly, that his growth spurt this summer was now non existent, as he now stood around 5'2 instead of his previous 5'7 making him look more feminine and fragile, especially now with his new appearance.
He didn't dwell on this long as he shakily lifted his hands to feel the small bumps slightly poking out of his hair, having just noticed them.
He let out a shaky breath once his hand came in contact with the slightly rough but still smooth textured horns.
"What am I?" he asked this while looking at his reflection, as though expecting a response, though he wouldn't be surprised if it did after everything else that happened tonight.
His attention was drawn away from his reflection as he looked through the door connecting him to his room, fear welling up inside him as he saw Remus, Tonks and Mr. Weasley enter his room, all their wands lit as they looked around the empty room for him. It was Remus that noticed him first, as he walked closer to his desk, which was unfortunately at the side of the bathroom door, but when he did notice Harry, he stood stock still; eyes wide and mouth lightly open.
Hi! Wow, can you believe this is my first chapter or first story ever.
Sorry I'm in shock I actually had the courage to show off my horrible writing skills. Anyway, even if my spelling is horrid, I hope you get the gist of where the story's going so far, please, please, please I beg of you to review. I mean I'm literally begging, down on my knees an all while typing this. Yeah it's a special skill. :)
Please review (yes, I say this again, not that I'm desperate or anything! lol!)