The Lost Species

“Draco!” cried Narcissa Malfoy as she pushed open the door to her son’s room.

“Breakfasts ready darling” she found Draco’s bed empty

“Draco? Draco! She cried as she searched his room frantically.

It was then that she heard a squelch from above, she gazed up to see a huge pink pod pulsating on the ceiling above her head.

Her sudden scream of “LUCIUS!” echoed throughout the manor, waking up several generations of Malfoy’s and Blacks that were snoozing in their paintings.

Lucius Malfoy knew never to ignore his wife’s screams and pelted into his son’s room.

Following his wife’s line of sight to the pod above them, he looked down to see Draco’s pyjamas on the floor and something in his mind clicked.

“He’s an Anbian!” He shouted angrily as Narcissa finally fainted in shock.

Lucius turned in a swirl of robes and headed to the Malfoy family library, leaving Narcissa in a heap on the marble floor, a House Elf fanning her with a copy of witch weekly while rolling its eyes in disgust.

Number four Privet Drive

1 week later

Harry slowly woke up and rolled over, curled up in a tight ball.

“Wait! Why am I all slimy?” He wondered.

It seemed to be light but he couldn’t get out of his duvet.

“Wait this is no Duvet” panicked Harry

He clawed at the thick, slimy leathery ‘thing’ that caged him and managed to get his arm out, he then pushed his naked body out with great effort and with a large squelch he landed hard on his bedroom carpet.

He looked up blinking through the harsh light, to see a dishevelled Remus and a blushing Tonks sitting on his bed staring at him in shock.

They helped him to his feet after dropping him twice because of his slipperiness.

Remus took him to the bathroom and left him to shower in peace.

Harry showered quickly; he couldn’t get his head round the fact that he’d just emerged from a pod after a week.

When Harry had finally stepped in front of the mirror he looked at himself closely. He hadn’t changed that much really. His ears and his canine teeth were pointed and he had a gold shimmer to his skin, which wasn’t so bad at all.

There were also two little lumps on his back.

Harry felt between his legs “Yep still there!” he was glad, until he reached to be his balls should be and his fingers slipped into a moist slit.

Harry gasped, his eyes went comically wide and he felt a little queasy.

“Oh Merlin” he said shakily and he yelped as he touched it again.

“Harry?” asked Remus “ are you okay? Is it the change?”

“Yeah. I seem to have gained an extra…um…thing” Harry gulped and looked at his feet in shame and embarrassment.

“Oh okay” said Remus as he pulled Harry into a hug looking slightly puzzled.

Harry became slightly aroused, he breathed in Remus’ scent, but his smell told Harry there was something wrong with the greying werewolf and Harry was suddenly turned off.

He had a vision of a small brown haired, green, eyed child, a union of his and Remus’ genes turning into a wolf cub at the full moon,

“Not pure” whispered Harry unintentionally.

“Pardon Harry?” asked Remus.

“I….erm…. nothing” Said Harry and he looked away confused at what he’d just seen.

Soon Harry was dried and dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, his size hadn’t changed, he was still small, but his hips were a little bigger so he no longer needed a belt.

Harry walked into the Dursleys floral living room were Dumbledore was waiting for him.

He sat on the sofa across from the headmaster and waited for him to speak.

“Well my dear Harry! How are you feeling?” smiled Dumbledore.

“Fine” said Harry as he pulled his legs up and rested his head on his knees, his pointed ears poking through his short black hair like some fairytale Elf in a book.

“Well Harry you are an ancient and rare species of Fae or Faerie. You my boy are the first Anbian in well over a millennia, according to my research.

It is believed that your powerful magical core has awoken the Anbian gene in your DNA, a gene that lay dormant in both your parents, which is even more amazing as your mother was muggle-born.

It is times such as these Harry when one finds himself wondering if our fate is our truly our own.” Smiled Dumbledore, Harry just looked at him without speaking.

“As an Anbian you will eventually grow wings, which may explain your current successes on the Quiddich pitch, born to fly, eh Harry?” Dumbledore's eyes twinkled softly.

“You will probably find you will need a change in diet, but what is most important is to discover whether you are a dominant or a submissive Anbian”

“Sir? Are submissive Anbians Hermaphrodites?” asked Harry in a whisper.

“Yes Harry I believe they are” Said Dumbledore looking at Harry over the top of his Half-moon glasses.

“Then I am a submissive.” Harry teared up slightly, looking at his feet. He couldn’t believe he was a different species to all his friends, and he wasn’t even entirely male anymore. Harry’s head swam with the information Dumbledore had given him, and he began to cry.