death of a savior

chapter four

"speech"
'thoughts'
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Parseltongue

3rd PERSON POV:

July 31 1994, 4 Privet Drive

After spending the entire day drowned in the hundreds of chores he had to do, Harry is laying in bed staring at the broken ­­clock that somehow still has the strength to tick.

11:57

Harry thinks back to hearing Hermione talk about creature inheritances. Not enough to know what exactly what will happen, but enough to know that it will hurt.

11:59

He took a deep breath and got ready, but nothing prepared him for the excruciating pain that shot through his body at 12:00.

the pain got worse as time went by but Harry didn't utter a single sound as to not wake his aunt and uncle. eventually though the pain became to much for his body and he passed out.

He opened his eyes and blinked to get used to the dark room. He opened the curtain and reeled back shielding his face when the light hit it. 'How long was I out' he thought to himself.

He didn't realize that his glasses wasn't on his face until he went around his bed and crushed them beneath his feet. 'Uh oh... huh I can still see perfectly'  he thought to himself.

Harry grabbed a small mirror shard remembering the time the mirror in the bathroom upstairs shattered from Dudley playing to rough with his friends, but of course Harry got blamed.

He looked through the mirror turning it to see as much as he could and gasped.

He didn't even look like harry potter anymore.

His usually brown and messy hair was now curly and reached just passed his shoulders, it was now pitch black and had different colored feathers red, blue, green, and purple going up from his head as if it was a part of his now pitch black hair..

His emerald green eyes now a bright and piercing Avada Kedavra green there was blue, orange, and purple colored layers around his pupils.

His faced looked different as well he no longer looked like the carbon copy of his father, more like a younger tom riddle.

'That's strange' he thought. As he looked at the two teeth that had suddenly grown over night and resembled a vampires

As he was looking at his newly developed features he notice something black pass behind him through the mirror.

He lowered it to show the once good and now shredded shirt he wore and a pair of wings was seen behind him seemingly attached to his back. He ran his hand across one and was surprised when he felt each feather move and his hand against the leather skin of the wing.

He got up surprisingly with minimal effort, as if there was a feather light charm on the wings. He tried moving them to get a feel of how they worked. It was really easy, like moving his own arms.

He had an idea. He moved his wings behind him and continued until his wings were completely folded back and barley visible if he had a shirt over it. So he got a new one and pulled it on, packing and preparing for a trip to the gringotts bank.