Chapter Two: 'Harry's Little Secret'
Harry put on his plastic-lensed glasses, he hated having his frames on now that he didn't need them. But Hermione had caught him walking around without his glasses just one day earlier, and he was extra conscious now to always wear the fake glasses.
Harry stood up from his bed and stretched, then pulled on some old clothes he still had laying around. He made his way down the stairs, attracted to the strong smell of cooking breakfast.
"Oh, Harry dear, good to see you're up. Breakfast will be done soon love, would you mind giving Ron a slap? He'll just whine all day if he doesn't get any food." Mrs. Weasley greeted cheerfully, as she tended to the eggs she was making.
"Good morning, and yeah, I'll go get him." Harry replied.
Harry climbed back up the stairs and shook his friend pretty harshly; he knew Ron was a heavy sleeper.
"Whaddo yu wan?" Ron mumbled tiredly, his face scrunched up in sleepy frustration.
"Breakfast, Ron. If you don't come quick, there won't be anything left for you later."
With a groan, Ron rolled himself out of bed, and onto the floor, making a dull thud. Shaking his head at his friend, Harry went back downstairs, where he was suddenly greeted with two laughing red-heads. Fred and George were having way too much fun Apparating everywhere.
"Hi Harry!" The boys exclaimed in unison, smirking at the stunned expression on the dark-haired boy's face.
"Hi," Harry laughed. "Can I get past you two?"
"No." They simply replied.
"Oh really?" Harry taunted.
"Really."
So Harry backed up a few stairs, swung a leg over the hand rail, and jumped down to the floor, leaving the twins with frowns on their faces. Satisfied, Harry turned around and walked away, missing the way that those frowns turned to evil smirks. Had Harry seen that, he may have been able to prevent what happened next.
Just before Harry could step into the kitchen, he was tackled to the ground by both twins. George then proceeded to pin him to the floor, and Fred whipped out his wand to jinx the helpless boy in front of him.
Harry's eyes widened in fear, and he began struggling fiercely to escape George's hold, but it was no use. Harry was effectively trapped.
"RICTUSEMPRA!" Fred yelled gleefully, hitting Harry square in the chest with the tickling jinx.
Harry broke out into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and writhed around on the floor in frustration. He absolutely hated tickles. It didn't help that he was ticklish just about everywhere.
In attempts to control his laughter, Harry dug his nails into George's wrists, which were still holding him down. George suddenly pulled his hands off of Harry, gasping in pain.
"Fred, stop it now!" George exclaimed to his twin, so Fred took the jinx off of Harry.
There were streaks of blood coming out of his wrists in the places that Harry had just cut him. He hadn't meant to actually hurt George, just to make him move.
"Jesus, Harry! What've you got? Claws?" The twin laughed incredulously, taking his wand out and fixing up the small puncture wounds without a serious issue.
That's odd, thought Harry. I've bitten my nails down to stubs, they couldn't have done that kind of damage...
He looked down at his fingers, which were exactly the way he remembered them. Claws. The word drifted through his mind. I wonder...
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Harry quietly crept out of his room in Grimauld Place, making sure not to wake any of the houses other occupants. He wanted to play around with his new powers and see what he could do.
Obviously, Harry couldn't just turn into a dragon in the middle of the house, but he should still be able access certain parts of his inheritance, without fully shifting his body.
So, Harry made his way into one of the only empty rooms he could find, and began to work. After his strange encounter with George that morning, he wanted to experiment with single parts of his body, to see if he could change one part at a time.
Harry began with his fingernails, the part that had piqued his curiosity in the first place. He concentrated solely on the image of the large claws he had seen mere nights ago. And sure enough, as his body hummed with magic, Harry watched his nails elongate into gigantic silver talons, large enough to pierce through a man's chest. Grinning, Harry focused his mind back to his normal nails, and the claws retracted. Harry no longer needed a spell or phrase to shift his body, the spell was only for the first full transformation, on the night one received their inheritance.
Harry was also delighted to discover that he didn't need a wand to perform his magic anymore. This meant he could do magic whenever he wanted to now, as the ministry only put "the trace" on magic done with wands*.
As Harry sat in the room, testing his body, he grew more and more pleased. Knowing that he could change his body at will, and do wandless magic were both very exciting revelations.
Harry knew that if an adult were to discover his inheritance, he would immediately be forced to take on more responsibility with it. He would probably have to be reset into the Ministry system as well, so that they would know if Harry was performing wandless magic. So once again, Harry promised himself, nobody would find out about his inheritance.
It would be Harry's little secret.
And with that in mind, Harry went back to bed, a sly smirk plastered on his features. He would have lots of fun with this, indeed.
*I honestly can't remember if the trace is only on wands, the household, or the witch/wizard themselves, but for the sake of this story, let's just say it's on their wands.
Author's Note:
Okay I told you I was excited about this story. I was so excited that I've already written chapter two *smirks*I really hope you enjoy this, because I'm really enjoying it so far.
Anyways, please feel free to vote, comment, and share. If you have any feedback, I welcome it, and don't worry, I won't abandon Summertime Sadness on you guys.
Also, in terms of updates, this will probably be pretty random, but since I know where I want to go with this story, I will probably go on random updating sprees...
So, yeah!:)
See you all next chapter, little demon babies😈
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FanfictionAs Harry turns 15, he comes into a strange new inheritance. A scaly, dark, and very large inheritance. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well if nobody knows about said great power... Then no great responsibility either, right? Har...