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Harry looked at the clock as it turned 12:00. He was officially fourteen years old. Harry had always stayed awake to usher in his birthday. He smiled as he lied down and closed his eyes and was instantly asleep.
(Dreamscape)
Harry looked around and could see only white. He was confused because this wasn't like his normal dreams. As he looked around he saw two figures approaching in the distance. As they got closer, his eyes widened as he recognized them. It was his parents! They got closer until they were only a couple of feet away from him.
"Hello, Harry," said Lily with a sad smile.
"Mum?" Harry asked, to afraid to believe that this was real.
"Yes, Harry. It's me," she told him.
"What am I, chopped liver?" said an indignant James. The two of them turned to look at him.
"Yes, dear, you are," Lily told him with a smirk.
James turned away with a huff.
"Dad, is that really you?" Harry asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yeah, kiddo. It's me," James told him softly.
"What's going on? This can't be real," Harry said with a frown.
"Actually…it is," said James with a shrug. "It's complicated, but essentially we have been allowed to talk with you. We have some things to tell you, things that no one else knows. Things that will affect you very soon."
"How soon?" asked Harry curiously.
"Look at your butt," replied James.
Harry looked at his dad curiously before taking a look at his butt.
"AHHHHHH!" he screamed at what he saw. "I have a tail!" Sure enough, a brown tail now graced his backside. He watched as it swished back and forth in agitation.
"Yeah, about that. That is why we are here," James said sheepishly.
"You might want to sit down," Lily told Harry as she sat down in a comfy chair that suddenly appeared.
Harry looked around and saw that things had changed to resemble the Gryffindor common room. He took his usual chair by the fireplace and his parents shared the couch.
"Harry, there is something that you should about our family. We aren't exactly…normal," James said, looking a little uncomfortable.
"What do you mean? How are we not normal?" asked Harry.
"Well...we aren't…we don't…I'm not sure how to say this," James said looking even more uncomfortable.
"What your father means to say is that you aren't fully human," Lily said calmly.
"Thanks Lil," James said with a glare. Lily merely smiled sweetly at him.
"Wait a sec, what do you mean? I'm not…human?" Harry asked.
"Well, you're half-human," admitted James, still giving Lily a dirty look.
"What else am I?" said Harry, still not totally believing that this was real.
"Let me give you a little history lesson," James told Harry. "My great-great-grandfather came to this planet after being exiled from his homeworld. He was from a planet of warriors who were being ruled by a tyrant named Freeza. He used them and their abilities to conquer worlds and sell them to others. Freeza would send them to worlds he wished to conquer during nights of the full moon. These warriors, Saiyajins, are a lot like Lupin. During the full moon, they turned into giant apes and destroyed everything they saw."
"My great-great-grandfather refused to serve Freeza any longer. So he went into exile to escape Freeza's wrath and found his way here. However, something happened while he was in stasis and his abilities were sealed away. In effect, he became human," James told Harry.
"Okay, so if he became human, why did you say that I'm only half-human?" Harry asked them, seeing a hole in their theory.
"I said 'in effect.' He was still very much an alien. Anyway, he met up with a young witch named Nadia Potter and they fell in love. He married her and the rest is history," James told him.
"Uh huh," said Harry as he tried to take all of this in. "So, if his abilities were sealed, then how come I have a tail?" He pointed to his new tail.
"Well, has Dumbledore told you exactly why we went into hiding?" James asked. When Harry shook his head, James continued with a sigh. "It was because of a prophesy about the Dark Lord and the one who could defeat him. It said that the one that could defeat him would be born at the end of July to parents who had defied Voldemort three times. The Dark Lord would then mark him as his equal and the child would have powers that the Dark Lord knew not. It also said that either the Dark Lord or the child would die by the hand of the other."
Harry was speechless. Why didn't Dumbledore tell him this last year after Pettigrew had escaped? He had the right to know this!
"Why…why didn't Dumbledore tell me this?" he asked at last.
"It's because he didn't, and still doesn't, feel that you are ready to know," Lily told her son. "But we feel that you are ready. Plus, you need to train if you want to win."
"So, I'm guessing that this 'power' that I have is actually my heritage," said Harry.
"Yes, Harry. When we heard the prophesy, we immediately started a potion that would unlock your heritage once you hit puberty. The fact that we are talking to you right now shows that the potion did its job," James said with pride. He then turned serious again. "For the next year or so, you will be taught by your great-great-great-grandfather in the ways of his people. He will come to you while you sleep. You can also expect to be getting some physical changes as well."
"You mean besides this," Harry said while showing his tail.
"Yeah, besides that. Oh, and don't let anyone pull your tail. Grandpa says that it is extremely painful. You should try to find a way to lessen its sensitivity," James told him.
"We have to go now, sweetheart," Lily said as she stood up, James doing so as well. "We'll see you again soon."
(End Dreamscape)
"Whoa, that was unreal," Harry said as he woke up. He rolled over and checked his clock. "Hmm, six-thirty. Why on Earth did I wake up so early?"
Just then, there was a pounding on his door.
"Come on, you lazy, good for nothing boy. Wake up!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Alright, I'm up!" shouted Harry as he rolled out of bed. He yawned and as he scratched an itch on his back, his hand brushing against something furry. He grabbed a hold of what he felt and his face paled. "It wasn't a dream," he said as he looked at the tail in his hand. He brushed the fur and felt a sensation unlike anything else he had ever felt. It felt…really good. He noticed that the fur didn't feel like he had expected it to feel. It was soft and silky, not coarse and tough like he had thought. He gave it an experimental tug and had to hold back a scream of agony. It felt as if he had nearly ripped his spine out. He panted as he got over the pain, the agony reduced to a dull ache.
"I'm…never…doing that again," he swore as he got up and put on some clothes. He had a problem with his tail, but he quickly solved it by tearing a small hole in the back of his pants.
"Now what to do with this tail of mine," he said to himself. His tail instinctively curled around his waist and it looked like nothing more than a really weird belt. "Cool!"
Just then his uncle burst through the door.
"What the blazes are you still doing up here? Why aren't you down stairs making breakfast?" demanded Uncle Vernon.
Harry was filled with a sudden confidence and power he had never felt before.
"Why should I do that?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "You have hands, make it yourself. I am not your servant!"
"How dare you speak back to me, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon as he turned a darker shade of purple. "I don't care that your godfather is a convicted murderer. I will teach you a lesson if you do that again!"
Just then he caught sight of Harry's 'belt.'
"What is that and where did you get it?" he demanded.
"Oh, this? It's a present from my parents," Harry told him as he unwrapped the tail from around his waist, controlling the tail by instinct.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" shouted Dudley as he peeked into the room and saw Harry's tail.
"Get rid of that thing before someone sees it!" Uncle Vernon told Harry.
"No! Besides, I can't. It's attached to my body," Harry told Uncle Vernon, his body preparing for a fight.
"Do it now or I will!" shouted Uncle Vernon as Petunia looked on with horror.
"Piss off," said Harry, he was starting to get really angry.
Vernon let out a yell of anger as he swung his fist at Harry. Harry saw the fist coming at him in slow motion. He calmly raised his left hand up and stopped Vernon's fist without any effort at all. He gripped Vernon's fist tighter and everyone could hear the cartilage popping and the bones start to crack. Vernon's yell of anger became a howl of pain as Harry crushed his hand. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what he was doing and he released Vernon's hand.
"Get out," Vernon growled when Harry release his hand. "You are no longer welcome in this house." With that he stormed out of the room and yelled at Petunia and Dudley to get in the car.
Harry sighed as he walked over to his desk and absently pulled the chair out and sat down. He pulled out some parchment and started to write.
Dear Dumbledore,
I have been told by my uncle that I am no longer welcome in this house. I don't think that any amount of reasoning will convince him to reconsider. I sort of broke his hand and he wasn't too happy about that. I would like to stay with the Weasleys if that is possible.
Thank you,
Harry Potter
Harry then wrote a letter to Sirius explaining all of what happened, including the dream, and attached both letters to Hedwig's leg.
"Go to Sirius first and give him his letter, then go to Dumbledore and wait for him to write his reply," he told her softly. She nipped his finger affectionately. "Stay safe, girl."
Harry watched her fly out of site before starting to pack his things.
Harry was almost finished packing when Hedwig came back. He had only packed a few Muggle clothes, planning on going on a shopping spree later on. She had a letter for him and waited until he had taken it off before going over to her cage and getting a drink of water. Harry opened the letter and pulled out the parchment within. He sat down and started reading the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Your situation is very distressing and cause for great concern. I fear that the wards protecting the Dursleys will no longer be effective now that you have been banished from their house. I have arranged for you to stay for the rest of the summer with the Weasleys and they have told me that you are welcome to stay with them indefinitely. I feel that this is a suitable second choice as you will be well protected with them. They will be by later on today to pick you up. They will be coming by Floo.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry smiled at the thought of seeing the Weasleys again and finished packing. He then had a thought. Uncle Vernon had boarded up the fireplace after the whole letter incident and put an electric fireplace in front. Harry hurried down the stairs and ran over to the fireplace. He was shocked at just how fast he moved. He looked at his watch and realized that he had went from his room to the living room in just three seconds. He pulled the fake fireplace away from the boarded up one. He then decided to try pulling off the boards. He gripped the end of one board and pulled as hard as he could. The board came off and Harry went flying backwards. He looked down at his hands and wondered just what he was becoming. He quickly removed the rest of the boards easily and went up stairs to get his trunk. He lifted up one side to pull the trunk down the stairs and found that it was easier than he had expected. He experimented by grabbing the other side and lifting it up. He was surprised to find that, while still heavy, he could carry it just fine. He shook his head as he again wondered just what was happening to him. He dropped his trunk by the couch with a loud thud and sat down. He waited for fifteen minutes before he started to feel drowsy. His head fell back as he drifted off.
(Dreamscape)
Harry was once again looking at the white void. He noticed that his mental form had changed. He was now a little taller and a lot more muscular. He was looking at his new muscles when a sense he didn't know he had kicked into action. He jumped to the side as a foot went through the space he had just vacated.
"Very good, Harry," said the man that just tried to kick him. "You have potential. I was very worried that you wouldn't have the gift for fighting."
Harry looked at the man and was surprised by the similarities between them. The man's hair was long, yet it seemed to defy gravity and stood up in the air. He was about 6'2" and had muscles upon muscles and a long brown tail wrapped around his waist. He had on some strange armor. He wore a blue bodysuit with a white breastplate that had a yellow center and yellow straps that went over his shoulders. He had white gloves and boots, the front of the boots had yellow stripes going from side to side. He had a power that flowed off of him in waves, a type of power that Harry had never felt before.
"I am Rannock, your great-great-great-grandfather," Rannock introduce himself. "I am here to teach you the ways of our people. I have learned much in the afterlife. I have seen my nephew do things that no other of our kind was able to do. My brother, Barddock, had two sons. One was the embodiment of the Saiyajin way; Radizt was brutal and efficient. The other was Kakorott, and he was pure and gentle, but he was the greatest fighter in the world. He was sent, ironically, to another world very similar to yours. It is even called Earth."
"I watched him as he learned how to fight and how to love. He had two sons as well, both of whom were very powerful. I will teach you what I have learned from watching his life," Rannock said excitedly. "This is going to be a lot of fun, but it is time for you to wake up. Your friends have arrived."
(End Dreamscape)
Harry opened his eyes to see the twins' faces.
"Jeez, what are you trying to do, kill me?" Harry asked them after back-flipping over the couch.
"Sorry about that, Harry," they both said at the same time. Harry could tell that they weren't sorry at all.
"Come on, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "We best get going before your relatives get back."
Harry shrugged and pulled his trunk behind him as he threw the Floo powder into the fireplace and stepped into the flames.
"The Burrow!" he shouted and disappeared in a flash of green flames.
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