Silver Wings

Chapter One

The war had been going on for three years now and Harry was at the end of his rope. Now at the age of twenty the war was coming to an end. Already many people had died including the twins, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, Snape, and even the Malfoy's. His life had gone to hell in a hand basket with a cherry on top and he was tired of it. He slowly closed his eyes before looking around the war torn field were the battle has recently ended. Bodies lay scattered across the field; in bloody heaps their skin curled and crinkled like burnt parchment. Beside him lay Remus who now held a dead Sirius in his arms, tears falling onto the cold dead face of his lost lover. Harry wanted to cry but had long since lost all tears he could cry; the day she died. The day he saw Molly his only motherly figure fall at his feet, her throat ripped open by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback and unlike Remus she had not survived her first transformation. He still remembered listening to her that full moon night screaming in pain. It had kept him up all night at the time.

He turned to Remus before speaking quietly, "Remus leave him! We have to get out of here. Gather the others and list the dead. I know it's hard but we have to get out of here we are in too much danger."

Remus simply nodded hugging Sirius to him one last time, before laying him onto the ground lightly. The werewolf stood slowly before leaving to the small camp off to the side of the battle field, gathering the small group of twenty people…the only people left to defend the wizarding world. Harry nodded roughly, before he slowly and silently led the group off into the woods to the right of the field. Hushing them quickly he looked back and saw that a few were injured and another having to be levitated along with them. He looks at Neville who was clutching Luna's hand tightly. They had been together since the beginning of the war, then again so had the twins and Draco and all three were now dead. They had died together and in each other's arms together even at the end. The green eyed man looked down at the necklace around his neck upon it lay the family rings of those who had named him the heir. Potter, Black, Malfoy, Weasley, Snape and Gryffindor and in each of their honors he had the crests tattooed upon his back in the order of age. Each were delicately drawn and enchanted to never fade or damage. Sighing he continued forward till a scream came from the back followed by a shouted Avada Kedavra!

He spun around and saw the hooded death eaters. Turning he then noticed they were completely surrounded by the evil wizards. Cursing he raised his wand and then the all out battle begun. Curses and hexes flew through the air colliding with wizards and witches alike. The war torn hero cried out as a cutting hex hit him in the stomach and hip; he could feel the pain coursing through his veins as a Crucio struck him from behind. Turning, his face cringing in pain he came face to face with Bella Lestrange he screamed and threw a killing curse at her. The bright green flashed forwards, only to have her dodge and retaliate with a rather vicious cutting hex. The hex ripped into his shoulder as Remus fell at his feet. He looked down at his only family member left watching as the blood dripped from the gash in his skull and he saw red. Launching over Remus' body he punched the witch across the jaw feeling his claws forming, he slashed a wound across her stomach spilling her insides to the forest ground. Her eyes widened and dulled as she fell to the ground with a slurp. Harry lost his battle with his beast and fangs replaced his teeth eyes glowed a bright red as large black bat wings ripped from his back. Inky black scales formed along his chest, back and neck. Smaller scales formed along his cheek bones and eye ridges framing his now unglassed eyes. More scales formed on his lower arms like a gauntlet and two blade like spikes appeared on the side of each forearm. A long serpentine tail emerged from the base of his spine extending to trail the ground just as his eyes became slitted like a cats. The fighting stopped abruptly around him as death eaters turned to the now very pissed off and blood raged Naga (1). Three death eaters threw several curses his way but the scales simply deflected them back at the wizards sending them to the ground.

"Oh Harry how much you have changed over the years"

Harry turned slowly to face the one who had caused all his pain, all of his suffering… Lord Voldemort. Hissing angrily the once man launched himself at the Dark Lord; ripping his claws across the chest only to find the man gone.

"Oh Harry you can't possibly kill me that way. Come now pull out your wand and let us duel."The voice was thick and slippery.

"Shut up you snake!" Harry yelled

"Me a snake I think you should look in the mirror golden boy Harry Potter"

"Don't call me that!"

Harry wordlessly threw a curse at the man; only to have him send it back hitting him on his exposed side. Crying out Harry hit the ground screaming as the Crucio hit him at full force. That's when he saw them the death eaters pull out chains. He screamed as the pure silver chains struck his scales. The chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles locking in place as they burned into his scales staining the metal a dark red with blood. The Dark Lord walked forward slipping a silver color around his neck burning Harry's throat and voice box, making him unable to scream in pain. The chains were pulled tight and Voldemort stepped behind the now defenseless naga. Grabbing one wing roughly he hissed out, "Let's see how well you fly without your wings." The man's eyes widened as he felt a silver blade connect with the thick bones and scales that attached the leathery wing to his back. A silent scream ripped from his throat as the knife dug into his flesh and melted his bones. A sickening pop was heard as the naga thrashed and the wing ripped from his bone and flesh.

Blood pooled at the feet and knees of Harry who now hung his head numb with the pain and now shame of the loss of one wing, only to once again scream silently as the blade went back into his flesh to remove the other wing; only this time it was done slower and more painfully. He knew his wings would never grow back he would never be able to fly or even mate as naga's mated in the air. He watched in horror and agony as the wings were dropped in front of him. Harry closed his eyes trying to block out the pain only hoping the others had gotten away and hadn't been slaughtered. It was then he made his wish silently crying out in his head, 'Please if someone, anyone can hear me I ask for your aid. Help me my mate wherever you are…I need you'. He fell to the ground missing the pale blue shimmer as a man appeared in the clearing in full battle gear holding Excalibur in his hand.