Harry's Inheritance

Unexpected Turn Of Events

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be bloody rich.

Harry's eyes opened but quickly shut themselves as the bright morning light invaded his senses. Slowly he stood up from his position on the floor, however he didn't anticipate the heavy weight on his shoulderblades and fell back into the position in which he woke up.

"What in the name of merlin?!" He exclaimed. Now used to the extra weight, he crept silently across the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door just in case the Dursley's heard him. When he looked into the mirror he gasped and smacked his hands across his to prevent from shrieking. He could hardly recognise himself. His short scruffy hair was now tame and reached his waist and his last link to his mother was now gone as his once green eyes were now a shimmering purple and were no longer in need of glasses. His features were now soft and feminine, his scar was barely visible, the few inches he had grown hardly mattered now as his height had been reduced to 5ft 4" and his mouth dropped open as his eyes noticed the silver tattoo-like marks spiraling across his neck.

However, nothing could prepare him for the sight he saw behind him. Black-purple tinted wings fluttered behind him, he reached behind him and touched one of the wings and was amazed at the feeling of smooth feathers. They gently grazed the floor as he moved and he shivered at the sensitive feeling and they unconsciously folded against his back.

"What the hell?!"