~HARRISON'S POV~
I sat on my bed meditating trying to get ready for the pain that was about to come with my 16th birthday inherence.
I know your probably wondering who I am. You already know me as Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived ,or the one who vanquished He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or The Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die.
My real name is Harrison Riddle Lestrange the son of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Voldemort , The Dark Lord ,Tom Riddle Jr.
The list of names he has goes on and on.I had to go by the name Harry Potter so no one would try to hurt me before I could learn how to protect myself.
I am a Veela, but I wear a glamour so that I don't look too much like my real parents and no one gets suspicious of me.
My hair is pitch black it goes a little bit past my waist and falls down my back straight like my fathers. My eyes are a deep violet with crimson flecks in them.
They look like gems to my pale complexion. I am 5" 8 have a pretty muscular build.
Soon the pain washes over me I tilt my head back and let out a silent scream from the pain.
It feels like there are multiple people crucioing me all at once.After a few minutes the pain subsides into tingling.
I slowly stand up from the floor so I don't fall back down on weak muscles.I walked to my full length mirror and almost collapse in shock from what I see.
I have a horn with silver and red lining that's 7" inches long in the middle of my forehead.
I also have deep midnight black wings with feathers that look sharp enough to kill but feel soft enough to pet on my back.Before I could continue admiring myself in the mirror my mother, father, and Draco Malfoy apperate into the room eyes wide open in shock.
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