Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter related. Absolutely Nothing. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling. There are also hints from other fandoms (Ther Elder Scrolls and Supernatural to name two) I don't own those either. I'm making no money from this.

The inspiration for this story came from Scioneeris' "There Be Dragons, Harry."

Also Starlight_Massacre's "Rise of the Drackens"

If you haven't read them, I would greatly encourage you do.

First story so play nice please.

Rating: M.

Warnings: Slash (m/m), mentions of (f/f), mentions of hetero (f/m), threesomes/moresomes, violence, gore, D/s themes, anything else that my mind ends up adding... THIS IS YAOI, SLASH, ET CETERA. DON'T READ IF ANY OF THIS WILL OFFEND/SCAR YOU.

It is AU so people are alive and or OOC. Cue dramatic music.

Inheritance

Frankly, the day before Harry's 16th birthday sucked.

The Dursleys had him working in the yard from the minute the sun rose. He had to mow the grass, weed Aunt Petunia's flawless garden, not that she had done any of the work, trim the bushes and pick up all the leaves, cook all the meals, and clean the house. Oh, and he wasn't allowed any food or water while he was working.

Then the pain started.

It started with a migraine as he was mowing the yard. Then his back began to throb as he was weeding the garden. His bones ached and his teeth felt like they were forcing their way out of his mouth. His eyes burned and his skin itched.

When he finally finished all the chores the Dursleys had for him, and made dinner for them, and cleaned the house, all with minimal food, Harry stumbled into his small bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

He could hardly think because of the terrible pain tormenting his body. He lay gasping for breath as the pain raced through his body. He twisted and shifted in his bed until he slipped into a restless sleep.

As the clock turned to 12 o'clock, Harry's birthday, he woke screaming. The pain raced through his body a thousand times worse than the Cruciatus Curse. Harry's body contorted in terrifying spasms and seizures. As he lost his voice from screaming, his mouth was locked open in a silent cry.

A bright, multi-colored orb of light surrounded Harry's seizing body. As the orb grew brighter, Harry's scar glowed and a ray of black light shot out of it. When the black light faded, black blood trickled down from the scar. Harry blacked out from the pain but his body still trembled.

When Harry stirred the next morning, the previous day's pain seemed like nothing more than a barely-remembered dream. When he rolled out of bed, he felt completely fine, hell, he felt better than fine, better than great, in fact, he had never felt this good in his life.

Then he realized he was naked.

He looked around for his pajamas but there were only ragged strips of fabric laying scattered around the small bedroom. Harry looked around confused at how his clothes could have become so torn up and scattered in the night.

Then it hit him. Last night wasn't a dream. He didn't understand how he could feel so good after the pain all through the last day and night. Harry rummaged through his drawers to find some clothes to wear. After the urge to use the bathroom had been taken care of, Harry was washing his hands when he saw something in the mirror.

A black bloodstain where his scar was had dried on his face, only his scar wasn't there anymore. Next he noticed that he wasn't wearing glasses and his bright green eyes were staring back at him.

His bright green eyes with reptilian-like pupils.

"What the fuck?" Harry muttered as he splashed some cold water on his face and rubbed his eyes. His reflection didn't change. Looking closer, Harry saw a thin ring of vibrant purple around his iris and a ring of bright red around his pupil. His eyes also had flecks of gold in them.

His hair, which had always been incorrigible, was now longer and had settled down to a "purposefully messy" or an "I just had sex" look. His teeth were sharper, like someone had filed them into points. His skin was much paler than it was the day before with a creamy glow, but it also had a faint golden hue. Harry touched the skin on his face and almost fainted.

Icy cold scales rippled out from the place he touched, only to fade soon after. He was just getting used to the fact that something happened to him when he saw his ears. They were elegant and ended in faint points. Harry reached up and felt his ears and just like with his face, scales rippled into view only to fade back into his skin.

Harry ripped off his shirt and stared in awe at his chest. Every scar had disappeared. His chest was devoid of any sign of Uncle Vernon's countless beatings and any other scar from his traumatizing life. His skin was completely flawless. He turned around to look at his back and stared at the twisting tribal tattoos snaking over his back and swirling their way across his chest, never reaching his shoulders and stopping at about mid-thigh. Then Harry noticed something else, they were moving!

Suddenly, Harry fell forward, gasping in pain as his body felt like it was splitting open. In a spray of blood, something ripped its way out of him. When the pain passed, Harry looked up and gasped once more, only this time, it was in amazement. Unfolding from his back, were two stunning, leathery golden wings. Below his wings, sprouting from the base of his spine, was a graceful golden tail.

Noticing the blood on his new-found appendages, Harry stepped into the shower. Harry sighed in pleasure as he felt the warm water wash over his scales, which traced their way over his entire body. He washed the bloodstains off of forehead and his new wings and tail and admired the rich, golden glow they gave off. While Harry was showering, he realized that he had no idea how to look human again, but, as soon as he thought this, his wings and tail retracted into his body and disappeared. He thought about them being out again and sure enough, the appendages unfolded from him, this time without pain. He drew them in again and finished his shower.

As he was exiting the shower, his stomach let him know that it had been some time since its last meal. He. Was. Hungry!

Racing out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen, Harry tore through the fridge looking for food. Sitting on one of the shelves, was some raw hamburger meat. Harry ripped open the packaging and shoveled the entire slab into his mouth. He kept eating until every piece of meat in the refrigerator was gone.

When he finished, pieces of raw meat smeared his face. Wiping the food off his face, Harry tiredly stumbled back to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed, asleep.