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Sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be just another step toward the future, but for Harry Potter, it became something else entirely. A sudden shift...
Harry sat in his room (Dudley's old toy room) thinking to himself, since that was the only thing he could do in that retched house. He kept on hoping that he would receive a letter or two from his friends.
He wondered if he did something wrong, but with the way things were going, he wouldn't even notice if he had managed to be the cause of an earthquake, "Boy!! Get Out Here And Give Us breakfast!!!" He heard his uncle, Vernon, demand from the other side of the door as he banged on it loudly.
"Coming!!" He yelled back at the irritated man. He got out of the cold space he calls his room and scurried toward the kitchen. He quickly fried some eggs and bacon, served it with a slice of toast and set it down on the table.
He wondered to himself; they are clearly afraid of his magic and what he could do yet they still have the balls to torment him. Maybe realized that Harry wouldn't try and break the underaged magic ban.
They probably knew after the incident with aunt Marge he wouldn't try and attempt another stunt.
He made his way to the fridge and got out orange juice for them. He had poured Dudley, and Petunia, their glass of juice first before pouring some for Vernon. As he poured the juice he got a slight cramp in his wrist, and ended up spilling a bit on Vernon.
Dudley grinned ear to ear at Harry's face of despair and Vernon's unsubtle rage.
Vernon, now angry, yelled, "You useless freak!! You can't even pour juice properly!!" He grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him back to the cold isolated room, that held nothing but a bed, a wardrobe and a full body mirror. He threw Harry in and said, "Don't even think about coming out!!" And he banged the door shut before locking it.
Harry a bit relieved at the fact that he had escaped without a scratch, let out a sigh of relief and frustration.
After they found out that fixing the windows with bars wouldn't do a thing to stop him from getting out, they didn't try anything else. They knew that if he were to sneak out he would be brought back.
"Let me at least try and owl Ron." He muttered to himself.
He got a Quill, a piece of paper and got to work,
'Dear Ron,
My days here just keep getting worse, and the people, a bit tolerable in most cases. I wanted to know if you are doing better than I am (Obviously you are). Anyway, what are you up to? Did Fred and George finally settle on who is the better looking twin?
Please answer back
Best wishes,
Harry'
Harry took out Hedwig and gave her the letter to take to Ron. The rest of his day was spent daydreaming. He didn't have Breakfast, lunch or dinner, guess that was his punishment. It was currently 11:59pm, one minute before his birthday. Nothing special.
Hedwig had been gone for a while now, and harry started to wonder where she was, but that will be a question of tomorrow.
As soon as the clock struck 12:00am Harry muttered a quick 'Happy birthday me' before he was overcome with pain like no other. It felt like a thousand Crucio's had been cast on him. His scream was stuck at the back of his throat, so even if he wanted to scream he couldn't.
Black spots over took his vision and down he went.
The next day, 9:27am
Harry awoke with a migraine way worse than he had ever felt. It was a combination of a dozen little hammers hitting his head and someone kicking his skull from the inside. He groaned and blinked rapidly to adjust to the light which worsened the migraine but helped in a way he couldn't explain.
He stood up slowly and stretched his stiff limbs. His head sporting a migraine and his eyes felt gummy, almost like something was poking his eyes from the inside.
'What happened last night?' Harry thought to himself at the strange occurrence. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and in between his shoulder blades, so took off his shirt and went to stand in front of his body-sized mirror, to see if he had hurt himself when he fell head first unto the floor, but he was met with a whole different person.
He rubbed his eyes about 3 times to see if he was hallucinating, I mean yeah, he did just turn 16 but puberty wasn't supposed to work this way.
His shoulders looked a bit broader than they had once been. He now had a sort of strong angular jawline, kinda like how he saw his father have in the pictures, which was a huge step away from his once long V-shaped jawline. and as a bonus, he grew taller.
Previously he was 5'6, now he was a whooping 6'3, or at least he thought so, seeing as his built in wardrobe mirror was about 193cm, he was at least an inch shorter.
His eyes had a bit of blue mixed in with his emerald green eyes, almost unnoticeable really, his hair was still the black mess it always was but the edges were seemed to shine a dark brown, and lastly he had a silver imprint of wings on his bicep which seemed to shimmer in the light.
"What the fuck?!"
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• A/N: This is how the silver wings look like⬇️
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