The Discovery
[ Home ]The emerald eyes of Harry's snapped open, his mouth agape, a silent scream torning it's way out of his lips. He panted, breathing harshly, his mind whirling. 'What... What was that?!' His mind practically screeched, 'those dark eyes, so familiar, where have I seen them... '
Sitting up on the squeeky old bed of his in the Dursley's house, Harry pondered and glanced around a bit frantically, 'something feels off, what is this new smell that I'm unconsciously sensing?'
He slowly shifted to the edge of the bed, and troppled over on the floor as he lost his balance. 'Wha.. ' Quickly glancing at his back, he noticed the reason why he suddenly lost balance. A pair of pure white wings with shiny scales fluttered as he moved his arm in an attempt to run his fingers down it.
This must've been the inheritance that his friends had been muttering about. Sixteen year olds reaches their magical majority and receives an inheritance. Most people receives a boost in their prowess but only the occasional wizards or witches with a great bloodline might receive a creatures inheritance. It used to such a blessing up until the Wizengamot ruled creatures to be beneath those of wizards and witches, having recieved worst positions in society than even the muggleborns. 'What will happen to me now?', Harry couldn't help but question, 'I should hit up Diagon Alley first thing in the morning to check out some books... How do I even hide these massive wings?'
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