Title: A love for pie
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, he and his world belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: After his Hogwarts years, and the end of the war, Harry decides to open up his own bakery in Diagon Alley. But of course nothing can be normal for Harry Potter, especially after his inheritance.
Warning: slash!, Dumbledore/Weasley (Ron)/Granger bashing, Alive! Sirius/Remus/Tonks/Fred/Colin
It had happened on the day he turned eighteen, exactly at midnight. When the clock in the hall struck twelve, a burning feeling spread all over the body of one Harry James Potter. When it was over, a good ten minutes later, Harry gave out a sigh of relief. He was glad he hadn't screamed, he really didn't wanted to wake up his godfathers.
Indeed, Harry now residented in the large cottage of his godfathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin-Black.
At the end of his seventh year at Hogwarts, The Dark Lord Voldemort won the war. And while most people feared what would come of the world, it didn't turn out the way they expected.
Voldemort, or Tom as he asked to be called once again, was a fair ruler. He changed a lot of laws that made life difficult for those of a dark nature. And while some members of the dark part of society where cruel and heartless, A lot of them where just as nice and cheerful as the light.
Tom made it his priority to give dark creatures, such as Vampires and werewolves, a much better life; including the possibility to have a job, have children and in general: just participate in normal everyday life.
He also changed the law for muggleborns. Before he got to power, they were told of their magic at the eleventh birthday, sometimes only a month before they had to join a whole new and different society. He made it so that they were told when they were six*, so they could join a special school where they were taught everything regarding the Wizarding World and learn the simple spells purebloods and most half bloods learned as a child.
The last mayor thing he did was change the law and justice system. No person could be sentenced without a trail or a testimony under the influence of a truth spell or potion. With this, he was also the man to come and hand Sirius his pardon papers, declaring him a free man.
While Harry was silently pondering the changes Tom had made, he stood and dressed. When the candles in his room lit suddenly, he found himself in front of a mirror, staring astonished at his reflection. In the mirror stood a 5'9" feminin boy with long black hair, reaching to just above his butt cheeks. The young man in the mirror also had pointed ears reaching about 1 inch above his hair, vibrant emerald green eyes, a cream colored skin and wings.
It was this last that made Harry turn his head slightly, to his surprise there actually were wings attached to his shoulder blades, soft black and green feathers were lined up in a wide of about 5 feet.
Upon discovering this, he felt his face, ears and hair. It all was like he saw in the mirror.
Still dazed he descended the stairs and went into the kitchen, silently preparing breakfast for his godfathers, who, by the sound of it, were slowly coming out of their room.
The shock on both their faces was hilarious. When that passed, they both began smiling and telling him what both of his parents went through their inheritance. They also guessed as to what he was, but also explained that to be sure, they'd have to stop by Gringrots today, to find out.
*In my country (Belgium) kids start primary school at six, so I used that as reference for my story. In Great-Britain it'll probably be different. But bare with me!
Well, my dear readers, that's it for the first chapter (prologe)
hope you enjoyed it! Stay tuned for the next chapter.