Harry always knew something was not all well in his life. No matter how hard he tried to pretend everything was fine, an uneasiness was always present in his gut. Of course, it was normal to grow feathers during the night, right? At least, he assumed so. But as time goes on he realises that there is something terribly, terribly wrong not with him, but his magical family. He cannot ignore the icy glares sent his way when Dumbledore thinks he isn't looking, or the disgusted expression Ron adopts when Harry's back is turned. But it isn't until one night a few days before his sixteenth birthday that this fragile falsehood collapses, and harry must face the reality that all is not well at all. WARNING- abuse, gay shit

Harry Potter fanfic. On his 17th birthday Harry comes into his creature inheritance. He also finds out that he has been lied to his whole life.