HA: Chapter 8 part I
DISCLAIMER: Same as always. I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 8: Meet the Family
"I live for the day that my characters get slashed."
-Anne Harris about fan fiction
Harry awoke with a smile gracing his face as the sun shone down on him. He was giddy with the prospect of meeting family that wouldn't hate him; who he could actually relate to. He wouldn't be locked up for being who he was and he wouldn't be called a freak for his magical talents. He shuddered to think of what the Dursley's would've done to him if he'd gone through his transformation while at their house. 'I'll never have to worry about them again. I'm never going back to that hellhole. I have family; real family.'
His excitement accumulated until he jumped out of his incredibly comfortable bed to pick out his clothes for the day with none of his usual pre-morning grumbling. He didn't have to undress, as he hadn't put his pajamas from last night on. He pulled on a pair of silk black boxers and opened his closet to choose his clothes.
Just as he was pulling on his grey skinny jeans that he'd settled on, the door to his room banged open. Harry raised an eyebrow curiously as Malfoy and Zabini froze at his doorway, both uncharacteristically gaping at him.
"You mind if you take your voyeuristic nature elsewhere while I'm getting dressed?" Harry snapped, smirking as they immediately scowled at the boy hybrid.
Harry hummed thoughtfully, ignoring the still present Slytherins as he debated over his many shirts that hung in his closet. He still wasn't used to having so many options on what to wear so it took him a while to choose. Harry finally pulled a slinky light blue shirt off a hanger only realize with dismay, as he slid it over his head, that he wouldn't be able to put it on with the wings currently attached to his back.
Harry growled in frustration; making a quick decision, he grabbed the dagger that was laying on the mahogany nightstand, that he had been practicing Necromancy with the night before, and with two rapid motions he produced two slashes in the silk shirt big enough to fit his wings through.
Hearing a pitiful whine from the doorway Harry madly turned to see Malfoy with a grey pallor coating his pale face, shaking wobbly on his feet, his grey eyes wide and accusatory, "That was Armani Potter. ARMANI!"
Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherin's dramatics, "Unless you want me going around half starkers, my Armani shirts will have to be sacrificed," Harry snarled, pointing at his wings that were twittering in his agitation at the Slytherins materialistic ways.
Malfoy suddenly smirked upon glancing at the hybrid's wings, "Tut-tut Potter, were you planning on telling us anything?" he crossed his arms against his chest with a superior look in his eyes.
Harry repressed a groan, pulling the torn blue silk onto his now tan body. He cursed as the silk caught onto his new wings that were sensitive and bent them at a painful angle. He inwardly growled, 'My entire body's sore; I can't do anything without causing myself unwanted pain!'
Malfoy and Zabini sniggered but nonetheless helped him pull his emerald wings into the two slots, Harry cursing all the while.
"Slytherin colored wings, cursing, no longer looks like a homeless vagabond," Harry smacked the blonde with a snarl, but got pulled behind Zabini before he could do anymore damage, "and is no longer associating with those god awful Gryffindors- we'll make a Slytherin out of you yet, Potter!" Malfoy crooned while Zabini looked on with a sadistic smirk as Harry twittered with anger.
"Did you forget that after we got off that train we were no longer Hogwarts students?" Harry stated with a smirk, "So, Malfoy, you and Zabini aren't Slytherins any longer and I'm no longer a Gryffindor."
"Says the boy with Slytherin house colors permanently attached to his body," Malfoy muttered.
"Was there a reason you barged into my room?" Harry asked trying to keep his good mood in tact.
"My mother requests your presence in the dining hall; she wishes to host a celebratory birthday breakfast for reaching your inheritance," Zabini answered.
Harry's eyes widened in shock, "She knew of my inheritance?"
"Powerful incubi are able to detect hints of creature inheritance. Mother also had to allow them access through her blood wards last night," Zabini supplied.
"Them?" Malfoy questioned daintily, taking a seat on the scarlet leather sofa that sat in the middle of the room.
Harry nodded, "My cousins, Cadence and Levina, came. Cadence was the fae who you smelt in Diagon Alley," Harry directed to Malfoy who appeared curious at this news, so Harry continued, " My mother was born a Ferrishyn but was later kidnapped while the fae were at war with the dark veela. My mum was given up to a muggle orphanage and later adopted by muggles, which is why the wizarding society thought her to be a muggleborn."
Malfoy whistled in amazement, "Your life should be made into one of those muggle soap dramas."
Zabini turned to his boyfriend, eyebrows drawn into a confused arch, "You would know about this how?"
"Malfoy's know their enemy," he snapped defensively (i think you should add a word here, but I don't know what you're trying to say...) himself from the incubus before turning his attention back to Harry. "Did they say what they expect from you now that you've come into your full inheritance?"
Harry paused in his effort of untying the colossal sized knot his neon blue shoelaces had morphed into; suddenly, the feeling of uneasiness blossomed in the pit of his stomach, "You think the Ferrishyn have plans for me?"
Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, "You never know, it's better to be safe than sorry."
Harry blindly gazed at the crashing waves outside of the window on the opposite wall. All of his self-conscious fears and insecurities that had grown and festered from when he had lived at the Dursley's and when he was persecuted by Hogwarts population began to eat away at his last ounce of happiness at meeting his family.
'What if they want to control me just like Dumbledore and my old friends did? What if they think of me only as a tool?'
Zabini rather uncharacteristically smacked Harry upside the head, "Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry angrily shouted clutching his head.
"Draco told you to be careful he wasn't telling you to shell yourself up with your depressive memories."
Harry winced, rubbing the sore spot and glaring suspiciously at the former raven haired Slytherin. Malfoy sighed wearily, "Merlin Potter must you take everything so emotionally?"
"I don't take everything emotionally," Harry muttered edgily returning to untying the stubborn neon colored knot.
Zabini and Malfoy looked at him incredulously.
"Who was it that I found crying his eyes out in a girl's bathroom?" Malfoy asked Harry his cool voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, that was me but-"
"Who was it that threw a dirty sponge at Professor Snape because he got into a hissy fit?" Zabini cut Harry off.
Harry gaped, "You heard about that?"
"The entire Slytherin house heard about it; Snape was quite angry at you," Zabini said with a teasing smile.
"And who is it that drinks more than is humanly safe whenever he gets upset over something?" Malfoy questioned.
Harry ducked his head grumbling something that was indistinguishable to the couple.
"What was that? I don't understand Potter muttering," Malfoy mocked.
"I said yes it was me," Harry snarled finally getting the knot undone after giving an angry tug, "Are you happy now?" he furiously snapped, tying his converse in a messy knot.
"Yes," Malfoy gloated patting Harry's scarlet comforter happily. Harry blinked, pausing again in his effort of getting ready for the days outing. Instead of it being because he was annoyed at his two - dare he say it - friends, it was due to his shocking epiphany, 'This is the happiest I've ever seen Malfoy; it's like he's been given a behavior transplant…and what's up with me? I wake up happy, slightly hyper, yet even then I become depressed, and with one comment that disappeared only for me to be angry as can be. Why am I acting like a hormonal pregnant woman?' Harry's face blanched as he processed what he'd just realized. He groaned sinking to the floor throwing his hands over his face.
"I HATE THIS! I really am a bloody freak, I mean just look at me! My emotions are all over the place, I'm running a temperature of 125 degrees - that's a little high don't you think?" he stated hysterically.
Zabini and Malfoy snorted, making Harry's temper flare and him jump to his feet, "Oh, you think this is funny do you?" he bit, his voice a low icy growl.
A/N: Part 2 will hopefully be coming out either sometime tonight OR sometime this week. But it will be coming out this week :D
Chapter 8: Meet the Family
"I live for the day that my characters get slashed."
-Anne Harris about fan fiction
Harry awoke with a smile gracing his face as the sun shone down on him. He was giddy with the prospect of meeting family that wouldn't hate him; who he could actually relate to. He wouldn't be locked up for being who he was and he wouldn't be called a freak for his magical talents. He shuddered to think of what the Dursley's would've done to him if he'd gone through his transformation while at their house. 'I'll never have to worry about them again. I'm never going back to that hellhole. I have family; real family.'
His excitement accumulated until he jumped out of his incredibly comfortable bed to pick out his clothes for the day with none of his usual pre-morning grumbling. He didn't have to undress, as he hadn't put his pajamas from last night on. He pulled on a pair of silk black boxers and opened his closet to choose his clothes.
Just as he was pulling on his grey skinny jeans that he'd settled on, the door to his room banged open. Harry raised an eyebrow curiously as Malfoy and Zabini froze at his doorway, both uncharacteristically gaping at him.
"You mind if you take your voyeuristic nature elsewhere while I'm getting dressed?" Harry snapped, smirking as they immediately scowled at the boy hybrid.
Harry hummed thoughtfully, ignoring the still present Slytherins as he debated over his many shirts that hung in his closet. He still wasn't used to having so many options on what to wear so it took him a while to choose. Harry finally pulled a slinky light blue shirt off a hanger only realize with dismay, as he slid it over his head, that he wouldn't be able to put it on with the wings currently attached to his back.
Harry growled in frustration; making a quick decision, he grabbed the dagger that was laying on the mahogany nightstand, that he had been practicing Necromancy with the night before, and with two rapid motions he produced two slashes in the silk shirt big enough to fit his wings through.
Hearing a pitiful whine from the doorway Harry madly turned to see Malfoy with a grey pallor coating his pale face, shaking wobbly on his feet, his grey eyes wide and accusatory, "That was Armani Potter. ARMANI!"
Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherin's dramatics, "Unless you want me going around half starkers, my Armani shirts will have to be sacrificed," Harry snarled, pointing at his wings that were twittering in his agitation at the Slytherins materialistic ways.
Malfoy suddenly smirked upon glancing at the hybrid's wings, "Tut-tut Potter, were you planning on telling us anything?" he crossed his arms against his chest with a superior look in his eyes.
Harry repressed a groan, pulling the torn blue silk onto his now tan body. He cursed as the silk caught onto his new wings that were sensitive and bent them at a painful angle. He inwardly growled, 'My entire body's sore; I can't do anything without causing myself unwanted pain!'
Malfoy and Zabini sniggered but nonetheless helped him pull his emerald wings into the two slots, Harry cursing all the while.
"Slytherin colored wings, cursing, no longer looks like a homeless vagabond," Harry smacked the blonde with a snarl, but got pulled behind Zabini before he could do anymore damage, "and is no longer associating with those god awful Gryffindors- we'll make a Slytherin out of you yet, Potter!" Malfoy crooned while Zabini looked on with a sadistic smirk as Harry twittered with anger.
"Did you forget that after we got off that train we were no longer Hogwarts students?" Harry stated with a smirk, "So, Malfoy, you and Zabini aren't Slytherins any longer and I'm no longer a Gryffindor."
"Says the boy with Slytherin house colors permanently attached to his body," Malfoy muttered.
"Was there a reason you barged into my room?" Harry asked trying to keep his good mood in tact.
"My mother requests your presence in the dining hall; she wishes to host a celebratory birthday breakfast for reaching your inheritance," Zabini answered.
Harry's eyes widened in shock, "She knew of my inheritance?"
"Powerful incubi are able to detect hints of creature inheritance. Mother also had to allow them access through her blood wards last night," Zabini supplied.
"Them?" Malfoy questioned daintily, taking a seat on the scarlet leather sofa that sat in the middle of the room.
Harry nodded, "My cousins, Cadence and Levina, came. Cadence was the fae who you smelt in Diagon Alley," Harry directed to Malfoy who appeared curious at this news, so Harry continued, " My mother was born a Ferrishyn but was later kidnapped while the fae were at war with the dark veela. My mum was given up to a muggle orphanage and later adopted by muggles, which is why the wizarding society thought her to be a muggleborn."
Malfoy whistled in amazement, "Your life should be made into one of those muggle soap dramas."
Zabini turned to his boyfriend, eyebrows drawn into a confused arch, "You would know about this how?"
"Malfoy's know their enemy," he snapped defensively (i think you should add a word here, but I don't know what you're trying to say...) himself from the incubus before turning his attention back to Harry. "Did they say what they expect from you now that you've come into your full inheritance?"
Harry paused in his effort of untying the colossal sized knot his neon blue shoelaces had morphed into; suddenly, the feeling of uneasiness blossomed in the pit of his stomach, "You think the Ferrishyn have plans for me?"
Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, "You never know, it's better to be safe than sorry."
Harry blindly gazed at the crashing waves outside of the window on the opposite wall. All of his self-conscious fears and insecurities that had grown and festered from when he had lived at the Dursley's and when he was persecuted by Hogwarts population began to eat away at his last ounce of happiness at meeting his family.
'What if they want to control me just like Dumbledore and my old friends did? What if they think of me only as a tool?'
Zabini rather uncharacteristically smacked Harry upside the head, "Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?" Harry angrily shouted clutching his head.
"Draco told you to be careful he wasn't telling you to shell yourself up with your depressive memories."
Harry winced, rubbing the sore spot and glaring suspiciously at the former raven haired Slytherin. Malfoy sighed wearily, "Merlin Potter must you take everything so emotionally?"
"I don't take everything emotionally," Harry muttered edgily returning to untying the stubborn neon colored knot.
Zabini and Malfoy looked at him incredulously.
"Who was it that I found crying his eyes out in a girl's bathroom?" Malfoy asked Harry his cool voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, that was me but-"
"Who was it that threw a dirty sponge at Professor Snape because he got into a hissy fit?" Zabini cut Harry off.
Harry gaped, "You heard about that?"
"The entire Slytherin house heard about it; Snape was quite angry at you," Zabini said with a teasing smile.
"And who is it that drinks more than is humanly safe whenever he gets upset over something?" Malfoy questioned.
Harry ducked his head grumbling something that was indistinguishable to the couple.
"What was that? I don't understand Potter muttering," Malfoy mocked.
"I said yes it was me," Harry snarled finally getting the knot undone after giving an angry tug, "Are you happy now?" he furiously snapped, tying his converse in a messy knot.
"Yes," Malfoy gloated patting Harry's scarlet comforter happily. Harry blinked, pausing again in his effort of getting ready for the days outing. Instead of it being because he was annoyed at his two - dare he say it - friends, it was due to his shocking epiphany, 'This is the happiest I've ever seen Malfoy; it's like he's been given a behavior transplant…and what's up with me? I wake up happy, slightly hyper, yet even then I become depressed, and with one comment that disappeared only for me to be angry as can be. Why am I acting like a hormonal pregnant woman?' Harry's face blanched as he processed what he'd just realized. He groaned sinking to the floor throwing his hands over his face.
"I HATE THIS! I really am a bloody freak, I mean just look at me! My emotions are all over the place, I'm running a temperature of 125 degrees - that's a little high don't you think?" he stated hysterically.
Zabini and Malfoy snorted, making Harry's temper flare and him jump to his feet, "Oh, you think this is funny do you?" he bit, his voice a low icy growl.
A/N: Part 2 will hopefully be coming out either sometime tonight OR sometime this week. But it will be coming out this week :D