The Start of a New Reality

Birthday Surprises

 The first thing that came to my mind when I gained consciousness was "Damn, what happened to my head?." Stretching out like a cat, I noticed I was feeling completely refreshed and ready for the day apart from the headache I am sporting. Come to think about it, that was the most relaxing sleep I have had in years. Ignoring a slightly tingly sensation on my back, I made my way to the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror I stared at it in shock. That's when my relatives woke to the sound of my high-pitched scream. Vernon Dursley, also known as our resident walrus came waddling out from his bedroom as fast as he could go which is rather slow.

"BOY, what do you think you are doing waking us up at this ungodly hour with your freakishness?" he thundered.

Making his way to the bathroom entrance he stopped suddenly,

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF???."

I was dumbstruck, somehow overnight my appearance had changed completely. My once short messy hair had grown to just past my shoulders and while still messy was now a manageable messy and not just all over the place. My eyesight has been fixed, and you could clearly see my incredibly bright green eyes. My skin had taken on a light tan colour and was no longer a sickly pale colour. Miraculously, I had somehow grown to the height of 5 foot 10 and was showing a bit of muscle instead of the usual skin and bones. I also have somehow gotten a strange marking of a silver-gray crescent moon that rested underneath my shoulder blade. The most surprising part however was that I have wings. Actual Wings. No joke at all. They are an off-white with each feather fading into a murky grey colour. Nearing the tips of my wings they start to fade into a midnight black colour. Besides my wings, I also for some odd reason have talons attached at the end of my hands instead of fingernails. But hey, what's new in the life of Harry Potter. Out of all the life-threatening situations I have been in, this is the most weirdest one. I heard Uncle Vernon waddle into the bathroom and prepared my unusually sensitive ears for the outburst that was soon to come.

"BOY, HOW DARE YOU USE YOUR FREAKISHNESS IN MY NORMAL HOME. NO WONDER YOUR PARENT'S DIED, THE USELESS DRU-."

Swinging around to look my Uncle in the eye I say in a deadly calm voice

"How dare you, how dare you insult my parents like that."

Unaware that my eyes were glowing a colour eerily similar to Avada Kedavra green and not noticing the growing fireball in my palm, I continue to talk my voice rising steadily the longer I talk I say "My parents have done more in their few years on earth than you have done in your whole, pathetic life. My parents fought in a GODDAMN WAR, for Merlin's sake and they helped end it. Meanwhile, you and your wife have been sitting on your lazy bums, watching T.V enjoying the little meaningless things in life. HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARENTS IN FRONT OF ME."

Finishing my emotional rant I thrust my hand forward and unleashed the power that had been building up within me since the start of my outburst with a high-pitched screech. Out of my hand came a burning hot fireball, freezing with shock Vernon stood there gaping open-mouthed. Coming out of his stupor he ran away from the bathroom screaming in a manner that can't be understood properly. Unfortunately (not), Vernon did not escape the fireball completely, his eyebrows and mustache had been slightly singed with wisps of smoking hanging off it. Petunia came rushing out of her bedroom and sniffed the air cautiously a few times, with an unreadable expression on her face.

"GODDAMMIT WOMAN, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING."

"Is it just me or do you smell smoke?," questions Petunia.

Taking a moment to smell the air around him Vernon finds that Petunia was correct in her assessment, but was confused as to where it was coming from. I feel my eyes widen with realisation and sneaking a glance at Aunt Petunia I think it's safe to say that she's spotted where the smell is coming from.

"Vernon, you need to go to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror."

Confused where this was going Vernon left the room and a few seconds later you could hear his shouts of surprise. Hearing a steady thump, thump, thump from the landing I knew Dudley was awake and coming towards us to see what was going on. Seeing Vernon standing in the bathroom, he looks over Vernon's shoulder and says

"Hey Dad, did you know that your moustache is smoking?".

Rolling my eyes and with a sneer Snape would be proud of, I say in a very sarcastic tone,

"Thank you Dudley for pointing that out, what would've we done without you?."

"How am I supposed to know." Dudley retorts obviously not hearing the obvious sarcasm.

Suddenly I hear the sound of rushing water then a couple of splashes and out comes Vernon with his face wet and no longer smoking. Making my way back to the comfort of my bedroom I go to push the door open and I hear behind me

"Where do you think you're going."

"Back to my room, have you got a problem with that?."

"Don't try that sass with me, boy," says Vernon his face starting to turn purple.

Seeing the warning signs of a massive rant coming up I quickly walk inside my room and swing the door shut. I collapse onto my bed and let out a long sigh.

Why does this type of stuff always happen to me?

Sorry for cutting the chapter short but I think it's better this way. 

-SilvertongueSneak