001: "What the fuck?!"

Harry sat in his room (Cupboard) thinking to himself, since that was the only thing he could do in that retched house. He kept on hoping that he would receive a letter or two from his 'friends', if he could call them that anymore. Nowadays, his friends have been showing clear signs of irritation when he tried to talk to them.

He wondered if he did anything wrong, but nothing came to mind, "Boy!! Get Out Here And Give Us breakfast!!!" He heard his uncle, Vernon, demand from the other side of the door as he banged on it loudly.

"Coming!!" He yelled back at the irritated man. He got out of the tiny space he calls his room and scurried toward the kitchen. He quickly fried some eggs and bacon, served it with a slice of toast and set it down on the table.

He went to the fridge and got out orange juice for them. He had poured Dudley, his cousin, and Petunia, his aunt, their glass of juice. As he was pouring some for Vernon, he got a slight cramp in his wrist, and ended up spilling a bit on Vernon.

Dudley grinned ear to ear at Harry's face of despair and his father's rage.

Vernon, now angry, yelled, "You useless freak!! You can't even pour juice properly!!" He grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him back to the cupboard placed under the stairs. He threw Harry in and said, "Don't even think about coming out!!" And he banged the door shut before locking it.

Harry a bit relieved at the fact that he had escaped without a scratch, let out a sigh of relief and frustration. "Let me at least try and owl Ron." He muttered to himself.

He got a Quill, a piece of paper and got to work,

'Dear Ron,

My days here just keep getting worse, and the people, a bit tolerable in most cases. I wanted to know if you are doing better than I am (Obviously you are). Anyway, what are you up to? Did Fred and George finally settle on who is the better looking twin?

Please answer back

Best wishes,

Harry'

Harry took out Hedwig and gave her the letter to take to Ron. The rest of his day was spent daydreaming. He didn't have Breakfast, lunch or dinner, guess that was his punishment. It was currently 11:59pm, one minute before his birthday. Nothing special.

Hedwig had been gone for a while now, and harry started to wonder where she was, but that will be a question of tomorrow.

As soon as the clock struck 12:00am Harry muttered a quick 'Happy birthday me' before he was overcome with pain like no other. It felt like a thousand Crucio's had been cast on him. His scream was stuck at the back of his throat, so even if he wanted to scream he couldn't.

Black spots over took his vision and down he went.

The next day, 9:27am

Harry awoke with a migraine way worse than he had ever felt. It was a combination of a dozen little hammers hitting his head and someone kicking his skull from the inside. He groaned and blinked rapidly to adjust to the light which worsened the migraine but helped in a way he couldn't explain.

He stood up slowly and stretched his stiff limbs.

'What happened last night?' Harry thought to himself at the strange occurrence. He took off his shirt and went to stand in front of his body-sized mirror that could fit in his room surprisingly, to see if he had hurt himself when he fell head first unto the floor, but he was met with a whole different person.

He rubbed his eyes about 3 times to see if he was hallucinating, I mean yeah, he did just turn 17 but puberty does not work that way. He had 6 pack abs. ABS!!! Six of them!! He was more muscular with broader shoulders.

He now had a strong angular jawline, which was a huge step away from his once long V-shaped jawline and he grew taller. Previously he was 5'6, now he was a whooping 6'5.

His eyes had a bit of blue mixed in with his emerald green eyes, his hair was still the black mess we all know, but the edges were a light green, and lastly he had a silver imprint of wings on his bicep which seemed to shimmer in the light.

"What the fuck?!