Inamorato

A/N: Yay! I have written more. All hail me! ^_^ Here you'll get some more info on Harry's new status but not much. Just some physical characteristics. Remember, I'm tweaking the Peri's nature a bit! So, no one be offended with anything I say that's not quite right.

To Bliss_09: I'm a big lover of all mythology and folklore. I have books about fey from all over the world. The Peri is particularly obscure, especially the pre-Islam version. Which is part of why I chose it. I can pretty much tweak it a LOT because not a lot is common knowledge!

To Night The Storyteller: The reason the first post was so short is because it's the Prologue and my prologues are notoriously short. It's not supposed to tell you much. I don't like giving you everything all at once. Otherwise, why would you keep reading? My writing takes time to develop. I tend to have complex plots. My best works are long and in-depth.

To all my other reviewers, thank you for going the extra three inches! I read every review I get & they truly make my day. To my other readers, please go the extra three inches. I also alert to updates, so leave your e-mail & I'll let you know when I've posted more! Please, enjoy! ~ FallenAngel

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The pain woke Harry up. His head felt like it was going to explode and his whole body ached. He felt over-heated, so he pulled his tee-shirt off over his head and groaned low in his throat. He felt like he'd been stabbed repeatedly in the back, and the act of removing the shirt had seemed to make the pain tearing through his body worse. With another hoarse groan, Harry laid down on his stomach, hoping to ease some of the discomfort; it helped a little. His head and body still ached though, and he couldn't ignore the fact that it still felt like he'd been stabbed in the back. Just as he made the decision to grab his wand from the small desk next to his bed, he felt like his body was struck by lightening.

A high, keening sound left his mouth; for one, long moment he worried that he would wake up his relatives. In the next moment, a sonic-boom type effect hit the room. Magic seemed to emanate from Harry in a long, slow roll...then, it was sucked back into his body, along with magic from the ether that surrounds the world. (Not that Harry knew that, of course...but it is what happened.) Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and he was sucked into darkness.

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Harry groaned. His head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. He opened one eye and noticed there was no light. It was after sunset? How was that possible? He recalled vaguely waking up earlier, and it had been light. Surely he hadn't been asleep the whole day?

He moved slowly, attempting to assess his body. He ached slightly, but it wasn't too bad. He'd felt worse after doing yard work all day for the Dursleys. He'd also felt worse after Quidditch. He pushed himself up onto his forearms, intending to get up very carefully. As he lifted his upper body up, something brushed against the back of his head. With a frown Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder, curious as to what was above him.

"Holy shit!" He half-shouted. Feathers. White feathers...as long as his hand. And the feathers were attached to..."Holy shit!" Harry repeated in a whisper.

Very cautiously, Harry pulled his legs up under him so that he was on his bed on his hands and knees. Then, even more cautiously (if that was even possible) he scooted himself backwards towards the bottom of the bed. When his feet slipped over the edge of the mattress, he lowered himself back onto his stomach and stretched his legs out until his feet touched the floor. Then, in a sort of very awkward, unusual push-up like maneuver, he pushed himself straight back and up into a standing position.

He cautiously opened the door to the bedroom and peered out into the hallway. No lights were on that he could see...and he could hear both Dudley and Uncle Vernon snoring from their rooms. He opened the door all the way and tip-toed carefully down the hallway to the bathroom. He then opened that door as silently as possible, went in, and shut it carefully behind him with a quiet click. He flipped the switch on the wall, turning on the florescent lights and stared, eyes wide, at his reflection in the mirror.

"Okay..." He whispered. "Definitely noting the changes in my appearance..."

His eyes, once a bright emerald green, were now...well, they were still MOSTLY a bright, emerald green. Surrounding the green, however, was a ring of black. And surrounding his pupil, before the green, was a ring of...Harry leaned closer to the mirror, attempting to identify the color. It was a shimmering, almost liquid-looking gold. Weird. His hair was a bit longer than he remembered it being. True, Mrs. Weasley had teased him when they'd gotten off the train that he'd needed a trim and offered to do it when he went to Grimmauld Place later in the summer...but it certainly hadn't been brushing his shoulders.

It was also sitting differently. Instead of falling haphazardly everywhere, it was falling straight back. Literally...it was pushed back from his face as though styled, in a leonine fashion, then it fell in a smooth, sleek ripple down to his shoulders. It had always been black, obviously...but now it had a sort of golden-sheen to it when he moved his head from side to side. And it was definitely both thicker and shinier than he recalled it being. He seemed to be about the same height...still a diminutive (for a boy) 5'5". He blamed the Dursley's for starving him as a child.

He was still thin, with a body toned from Quidditch. He still had the same golden skin he'd always had, although it did seem to have a faint shimmer to it. Rather the same way his hair did. Odd...but not something he couldn't learn to live with; it certainly wasn't any worse than his...Harry's eyes widened. He ran his fingertips over his forehead. Smooth. His scar was GONE! Not faint, or hard to see on his new shimmery skin...but GONE! Completely!

"Well fuck sticks." Harry said in a stunned voice. "This is fucking weird." He shook his head. Honestly, and he'd thought the biggest change to his appearance was his back...apparently not.

Harry decided not to worry about the scar right that second and instead tipped his head to the side, contemplating the other huge difference. The one he wasn't sure he could get used to. Huge, white, feathered wings. The tops rounded just a bit above his head and the bottom tips stopped about mid-calf - or so it seemed when Harry shifted one foot back to try and check. They looked to have a wingspan of about ten feet if he were to spread them. If he could spread them. Harry concentrated hard and, sure enough, his wings rippled and started to open. Terrified of bumping into something in the small bathroom, Harry concentrated of folding them down again and they obeyed. That was a relief at least.

Wings. Did they function? Harry tried to imagine flying around like a giant bird. They certainly looked big enough to support his weight, but Harry decided he'd wait to try it until he was sure he wouldn't plummet to his death. He turned his back to the mirror and peered over his shoulder. Then, with an annoyed sound, he focused on extending his right wing just enough so that he could see the mirror over his shoulder. The wings emerged from his skin along the inside edges of his shoulder blades. The skin on his shoulder blades, just in a small circle surrounding the wing-joints, was covered in what appeared to be small, white feathers. They looked soft and fluffy, unlike the large, sleek feathers that covered the wings themselves. Interesting.

Harry sighed as he flipped off the light and quietly went back to his room. As he laid down on his stomach on the bed, it occurred to him that he should probably be freaking out. Or, at the very least, anxiously writing a letter to everyone he could think of. What was the point, though? If something strange...even stranger than normal...could possibly happen, it would happen to him and he knew it. And besides, Dumbledore's letter had said he'd see him in a few days, so he would have answers soon.

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A/N: Okay...yay! Chapter One is done! I really like the way this is coming along. ^_^ I hope you're all enjoying it! I alert to updates, so please leave your e-mail if you review! So pretty, pretty please...go the extra three inches and review. They mean the world to me! ~ FallenAngel