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The Howling	By : DamagedRose Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe. No profit is being made, and this is for fun only. All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling & Co.

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Beginning Note:

I have come to think of this as my 'feel good' chapter. Mainly because there is just so much about this chapter to feel good about.

Beta'd by djaddict.

I do not own anything regarding J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe. No profit is being made, and this is for fun only. All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling & Co.

Chapter Two - Harry

“Harry, mate!”

“Harry!”

A grin spread over Harry’s lips as he entered the dark and dank house of Grimmauld Place to see two very familiar faces bounding down the stairs toward him. And then he was left laughing as Hermione launched herself at him to the point he was almost knocked over backwards. Thankfully, Ron was there to steady him as he possessed an armful of his happy girlfriend. Ron’s, not Harry’s, thankfully. The happy news had come over the summer, sharing of the happenstance from both sides.

“Hey guys, glad to see you too.”

It felt good to Harry being here, being in this place that, despite appearances, was his home. It was all behind him now, and this happiness, this complete sense of relief left him capable to leave his past behind him. Never again would he have to return to the Dursley’s. No more harsh words, no more punishments for small or imagined slights and wrongdoing.

“It’s so good to see you guys again.”

“Well, get on with it. You lot are blocking the door.” Harry shot Moody a large grin before the trio finally made their way down to the lower kitchen, entering a chattering, body filled kitchen.

There came a chorus of greetings, and as embrace after embrace from multiple redhaired Weasley’s and various Order members, Harry could not help the tears that gathered to make his green eyes brighter than normal.

“Oh, I’m just so glad its gone so well. Hedwig is already back. Waiting upstairs for you, dear. All fed and content.” Harry felt like his grin was permanently in place as Mrs. Weasley embraced him, and he gave her cheek a kiss.

“That was bloody brill, Harry!”

“Brill? Why, George, you jest! It was nothing sort of wicked!” Harry chuckled at Fred and George across the long table. “Though I have to admit, really glad to be myself again.”

“Aye, you’re right there, Fred.” Harry was then on the receiving end of two very comically pitying looks. “You’re a bit of a shrimp, there Harry.”

“Oi,” he called out in mock offense. “I’m not short!”

“That’s right, he’s just a bit vertically challenged.” The room erupted in laughter and Harry attempted to swat Ron on the back of the head.

Today, Harry James Potter was no longer a minor in the wizarding world. Today Harry turned seventeen. And today Harry left behind his only surviving relatives. Having gathered in the kitchen of 4 Privet Drive, A full group of Order members, including Fred and George, took the polyjuice potion, causing half the number to look exactly like Harry. Then off they fled all in different directions, just in case Death Eaters laid in wait.

They were lucky. Without reliable information, the departure of Harry from his Aunt and Uncle’s home was not discovered.

The only word that Harry could have used to describe for what transpired after his midnight flight from Privet Drive was happiness. In seventeen years of life, this was the happiest birthday he had in memory. Friends and surrogate family, with laughter and gifts. Among the threat of death, in the middle of war, such a time could still, thankfully, be celebrated. And with what loomed ahead, Harry did not feel guilty enjoying it.

“Oi, I can’t move another bloody inch.”

Harry chuckled as he himself fell back onto his own bed and looked over to Ron, who was groaning in agony over an overly full belly.

“Seriously, Harry. If you weren’t my mate, I’d be bloody jealous! Mum never cooks up such a feast for my birthday!”

Harry rolled his eyes and made a halfhearted attempt at chucking a pillow at Ron, which meant it landed halfway between their beds, making Harry groan and Ron laugh.

“Bloody hell, Ron. It feels so good being out of there finally. For good.” Harry was now full sprawled on his bed, looking up at the cracked and peeling ceiling of the room they shared.

“I can only imagine... Harry, mate, what it is?”

The sudden shout of pain had Ron, full stomach forgotten, leaping out of his bed and across to Harry, who was now bent double on his side. However, instead of grabbing at his forehead, which was bad, but normal, it was his stomach.

“Mum? Mum! Something’s wrong with Harry!”

Not that Harry was aware of much by then. The sharp pain was sudden and horrible, worse than the pain he received when Voldemort was angry, something he had not thought was possible. Yet here he was, unable to keep the cries of pain at bay, or the tears.

He knew that people were in the room, people not Ron. He heard bits and pieces of what they said, but none of it made sense.

“What happened...”

“... don’t know...”

“Out of my way, woman.”

“How dare you...”

“Out... keep quiet...”

“... inheritance... won’t know until...”

And then the blissful embrace of darkness, taking him away from everything.

The room was silent as it was suddenly filled with a bright white light, the source being Harry, cocooned deep within. Severus kept his wand trained on the boy, reading the information the diagnostic spell he had cast continuously fed into his mind. The fluctuations of magic were off the charts, as to be expected when such a magically gifted boy gained a creature inheritance.

“What... what exactly is going on? What does he mean by ‘creature inheritance’?”

Severus found his lips twisting into a frown as the annoyingly nosey young witch spoke up, shooting off a question with that distressed look upon her face. However, despite the fact she was looking at her beau beseechingly, he answered.

“What I mean, Ms. Granger, is that some wizards and witches have in their blood the blood of humanoid creatures, and at times it can activate and change said witch or wizard once they reach their magical majority, which is at seventeen. Normally, a magical majority being reached is unfelt, and happens at the exact time of their birth seventeen years later, but when it coincides with an Inheritance...” He trailed off and motioned with his free hand to the bed where Harry laid.

“But, I’ve never heard of this...”

“Hardly surprising. As much as you like to claim the contrary, you do not know everything.” The sneer was an automatic reaction, and in his opinion, completely warranted.

“You don’t have to be such a bloody...”

“Ronald Bilius Weasley, stop right there. He is still your Professor.” Severus returned his eyes to the prone form upon the bed as Molly Weasley began to lecture her son. “Now,” she continued, tone softening, “why don’t you and Hermione go to the sitting room. You should be able to explain things to her.” In his peripheral, he watched as she gave her son a sympathetic smile and a pat upon his head. It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together, what with how pale the boy’s freckled face got. And then the two young ones were gone, with Granger shooting off questions the moment they stepped out of the room.

“I heard the boy fell sick on his birthday this past school year,” he said, sounding for all the world as if he was discussing the weather.

“Yes, he did. He and all his brothers, save Percy. Arthur and I knew most of our children would, with the two of us, the Fae blood was too strong in them.”

He might have been seen as a cold and heartless bastard, and lacked any knowledge himself on how a proper family functioned, but that did not mean he would think her plight any less than it obviously was to her. “What type of Fae are they?”

“Elementals. They get it from Arthur’s side. All of them Fire but Ron, surprised us all he did, being a Water Elemental. What about Harry? Do you know...?”

“No. As far as I knew, James Potter had no strong Fae Blood in him, and his mother was a muggleborn, so it is highly unlikely it is from her. We will have to wait until it is over to identify his race.” Facts he was sure about. If there had been any long standing myth within her family that an ancestor had married a fae, Severus was sure he would have heard of it, but he had not.

All thought on the matter were put on hold in the next instance, paused by an unsuspecting fluctuation in his readings and a strong burst of magical power. Blinding light filled the room, causing Molly to cry out as they both shielded their eyes. But something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Wand still on Harry’s form, and eyes partially shielded, he saw the reason for the fluctuation. A darkness fought the pure magic of transformation. Black nothingness against white light, centered upon his head.

“Severus, what does this mean?”

“I... do not know.”

The first thing that Harry became aware of as he woke up was that he was hungry. This was quickly followed up by an extreme urge to use the pot. This was nothing strange to him. Opening his eyes, he groaned as bright light from the open window hurt his eyes. Reaching up, he scrubbed at his face with his hands.

“Harry, mate, you’re awake,” came Ron’s voice, likely from the direction of his bed.

“No, really? I thought I was sleep walking with my eyes open.”

Ron chuckled at the sarcasm which had Harry smiling, slightly. Well, until he realized something was slightly off with that cuckle, and there was a retort missing.

“Hey, what’s up?” He opened his eyes again, looking over at his friend. However, instead of the blurry red haze he expected to see, he saw Ron as clearly as if he had his glasses on. No, clearer. Brighter.

“Its nothing mate, I’ll tell you later.” As Ron spoke, Harry reached up to double check that his glasses were not sitting on his nose. He did fall asleep with them on sometimes, but no. They were not on his face, and instead sat on the nightstand.

“How do you feel?”

Harry looked back to Ron, brows still furrowed. “Confused. I can see you, and I don’t have on my glasses.”

Ron’s amused chuckle did not make Harry feel better. Instead, it made him frown. He did not like missing out on jokes, especially when they involved him. “What’s so funny?”

Ron pointed to the full length mirror that had not been there last night.

Last night... Memories came back. Memories of laughing with Ron in bed, and then the pain, and the voices... he was off the bed like a shot, though that just ended up with him stumbling slightly. He felt so very off. Something was strange, different. He looked up as he was slightly bent over, a hand braced on the footboard of his bed, and the froze.

He saw himself in the mirror. Yeah, changed had been a good description, because he was changed. He barely recognized himself. His hair, while having been a very, very dark brown that was practically black before was now jet black. Like Snape’s. Except the color was where the similarity ended. It was no longer an unruly mess. It was pulled back in a braid the fell to his... knees. Standing up straighter, he grabbed for the braid, staring at it.

“Yeah, that’s Gin. She said you would hate having all the hair and braided it for you while you slept.”

Looking to his friend once more, he opened his mouth and finally words came out. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

“Three days...” His eyes wandered back to the mirror. He was taller, how much taller he did not know, but noticeable. Maybe near six feet now? He touched his face lightly, then his ribs. The shallowness of malnutrition was gone. You could no longer see and count his ribs. His stomach was flat. His tanned fair skin looked healthy. And his ears... Reaching up he touched the elongated and pointed tip of one, and was amazed at how sensitive it was to touch and how it twitched.

But probably the most amazing of all the changes were his eyes. They’d always been green, but not like this. It was like a gradient chance, almost black at his pupil and changing to a bright green on the outer ring. And the longer he stared at the mirror, the closer he drew to it, he realized that, yes, there were rings. Bands of different shades of green surrounding the pupil, creating the illusion of a gradual change from far away.

“Ron, what the bloody hell happened to me?”

Looking up in the mirror, he met Ron’s eyes in it, his friend still sitting on his own bed.

“A lot, mate.”

Ending Note:

Elemental's are Fae that are connected to one particular element (Earth, Air, Fire, Water). They have the ability to control that element. More than that, they can also become that element. This example is just to show what I mean by that (all rights to picture reserved to artist, I do not claim it as my own). More information on Elemental's will be found later within the fic itself.
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