The Trouble With Imps!

Chapter one: - The Change!

Harry stared absently across the street. It was 10 minutes still he turned 17. He didn't know whether to feel excited because he was now at a legal age to magic or because he could finally leave the Dursley's. He even had his bag packed next to him so that he was ready to go to Grimmauld Place when the Order came to get him.

He never really knew how to act like a child, one of the reasons being the fact that the Dursley's never allowed him to associate or socialise with other children ever since being placed here. The second reason was that ever since he stepped into the Wizarding World, he was expected to be some kind of warrior and; because of the fear that people would hate him for acting like a child, he was forced to grow up. Grow up to be prepared for a war that had only just arrived.

Dumbledore. That name was said with a lot of disgust and resentment.

Dumbledore is the reason for him being with the Dursley's, the reason he didn't find out he was a wizard until he was 11, and a famous wizard at that. Dumbledore with his "it's for the greater good" attitude. If Harry wasn't so inclined to keep up his façade, he would have laughed in the old fools face and shouted for the whole world to hear, "STUFF THE GREATER GOOD!" after all, what did the Wizarding World do to deserve being saved by him except announce him as insane in 5th year, and get his Godfather killed because they were to incompetent to give an actual trial, if there had been a trial they would have seen that Sirius was innocent and he could of lived with Sirius.

That wasn't even the only wrong they had done him. They had even turned their backs on him twice. Once during the Tri-Wizard tournament and then again when they called him mad for proclaiming that Voldemort was back. What did they do to deserve to being saved?

You know, he thought with a contemplating face, ever since I stepped foot into the Wizarding World, all that I have done is be in danger or get into dangerous situations.

He sighed in annoyance at the thought and glanced at the clock residing on his drawer near his bed hoping for a distraction and was surprised to see he only had 30 seconds until he was officially confirmed to be 17.

He waited anxiously as the time ticked by, remembering how Remus had warned him that he may come into some sort of magical inheritance. He was shocked to discover that most pureblood lines hadn't been all that pure, the Potters weren't excluded from this fact, and that random ancestors and family members had been married to other creatures or had been their mates. He was nervous because he didn't know if he would go through the inheritance and also because if he did, he didn't know what the dormant magical creature gene was within him. Meaning he didn't know what he may become.

He glanced at the clock again.

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He waited for a while, but when it became apparent that nothing was going to happen; he let out a sigh of relief, only for it to come out strangled as an indescribable pain erupted in his back.

It felt as though he was being torn apart as different sensations ran through his body, varying to a hot sensation, so hot it felt like lava was flowing through his veins. It then abruptly changed to a cold as ice sensation, then a huge determination to fight in battle. The last feeling and, when he listened closely, he could distinctly hear the sounds that he immediately associated with a forest. Added to the fact, he could smell a strong, earth smell drafting against his face.

He let out a sigh as the feeling soon drifted away. Well not exactly faded. They were still there, but were calmer and more constrained.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and he looked around at his surroundings. He was still in the small bedroom at the Dursley's, he knew that for sure. But, as he stood up, he felt an extra weight pulling at him. Specifically, his back.

Turning his head around slightly, his eyes widened in astonishment. Behind him, stretched out as though readying to take off, were pure black dragon like wings. They shone slightly in the moonlight, showing their leathery and slightly scaly texture.

Harry stared at them dumbly, he couldn't believe it. His eyes widened a fraction more, realizing that this couldn't be the only change in his appearance. He rushed to the bathroom door down the hall from his room and, after much difficulty and pained filled whimpers as his sensitive wings struggled to get through the door, he made it to the bathroom mirror.

What stared back at him was definitely not the Harry Potter he was before. This Harry Potter had silk black shoulder length hair with subtle streaks of red running through it, making him look slightly menacing with the lighting. He then moved to look at his face. If people thought his eyes were green before, they were definitely more so now. They glowed brightly in the darkly lit bathroom with hints of brown, fiery red and ocean blue stood in the background to the green; but the colours were still noticeable through the thick black lashes that framed his cat shaped eyes.

He also noticed how they sparkled unnaturally with a very different emotion that he never before expressed: mischief. Which was a shock in itself, as he never really had time for mischief. Sure he had roamed the Hogwarts Castle, but it was never for mischief. He considered this before finally thinking that whatever creature he had become must usually associate itself with Mischief. He then continued to look at his new appearance after the moment of distraction.

He was slightly tan. The light bronzed colour made him look a lot more handsome than he did before. He also noticed, happily, that his growth spurt this summer grew a lot, as he now stood around 6 foot 3 instead of his previous 5 foot 7 making him look more masculine and handsome, especially now with his new appearance.

He didn't dwell on this long as he shakily lifted his hands to feel small bumps slightly poking out of his hair, having just noticed them.

He lot out a shaky breath once his hand came in contact with the slightly rough but still smooth textured horns.

"What am I?" he asked in a slightly husky voice, while looking at his reflection, as though expecting a response, though he wouldn't be surprised if it did after everything else that happened tonight.

His attention was drawn away from his reflection as he looked through the door connecting him from him to his room, anger welling up inside him as he saw Remus, Tonks and Mr Weasley enter his territory, all their wands lit as they looked around the empty room for him. It was Remus that noticed him first, as he walked closer to his desk, which was unfortunately at the side of the bathroom door, but when he did notice Harry, he stood stock still, eyes wide and mouth lightly open.

"Harry?"