"Go, go!" Harry yelled. He stood up abruptly, stepped onto the table, and raced forward, jumping seemingly into space. His tail moved in an effort to adjust his landing. He hit the ground, feet first, and his tail flicked behind him, moving in an agitated manner. Harry snapped his wings open and flapped them once, twice, and started to fly. Everyone gasped.

"Hermione! Pig, Hedwig, Ron, c'mon!" Harry shouted. Ron grabbed Hermione's waist and threw the girl up into the sky. The girl screamed, "Bloody murder!" but snapped her wings open and downstroked. The owls followed her and went out the doors first, but Hermione had to stop short; an arrow had nearly gone into her fluffy tail.

Ron ran to the end of the table and within seconds was flying. The rest of Hogwarts stared open-mouthed at the winged teens.

...except for, the Silver Trio, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco. The same thing has happened to them.

Harry circled around the top of the Great Hall, flapping his wings. He made it look like he was air walking. His wings were feathered; his feathers were black with an emerald green tint in the sun, and his total wingspan was 15 feet long. His wings were shaped like a hawk's. He had the ears and tail of a panther as well, and they were raven black, like his hair. His pupils were split down the middle instead of circular, and his eyes were the same vibrant green as always.

Hermione's wings were light brown, like her hair. Feathered, like Harry's and Ron's were, they stretched a total of 14 feet and had a band of tan across the ends of her primary feathers. Hermione's wings were an owl's wings. She had the ears and tail of a squirrel as well, the same light brown as her hair.

Ron was the tallest of the group, at 5'9. His wings were red feathered, like his hair, and he had bands of white across the edges of his primary feathers and secondary feathers. His wingspan was 16 feet across. He had the ears and tail of a fox, and they were red like his hair.

Hermione flew up to Harry and Ron followed in her wake. The three quarter animal teens flew around the top of the Great Hall, trying to get eyes on the person who had been sent from the Ministry to end their lives, simply because a potion went wrong. Snape had literally called the cops on them.

"Look out!" Hermione yelled, spotting him first. The Ministry official aimed a crossbow at Ron and shot. Harry pushed him out of the way and it took the taller teen a second before he regained his balance, and shot towards his black winged friend, who was gonna become the victim of the crossbow's arrow.

Ron shot into Harry's stomach, gripping the younger boy around the waist and dragging Hermione with him, just as the arrow reached them. Hermione tucked her wings in for seconds before the arrow could impale itself in one of her feathery appendages. It shattered a window and the teens stopped. "What do we do?" Ron asked in a low voice to his leader, the black haired Harry Potter.

"The door," Harry said, "we have to get to the door!" He disengaged himself from Ron's arm and shot down to the Great Hall's doors, tugging on one and flying behind. All they needed was enough room to get out, and the-

Harry made the mistake of turning around. An arrow stroked his arm, scooping out a fleshy trail of his arm. The arrow soared into the wall. Harry hissed and pressed his hand to the wound, and it was already started to bleed. His hand shook as him applying pressure to the wound hurt, a lot.

Ron, with the help of Hermione, pushed the door open. The stranger took aim again, this time at Hermione, and fired. The arrow soared towards her, and she flew out of the way, flying forward seconds later as Harry and Ron went through the door. "Meet us at the place, Professor!" Harry shouted, looking straight at Dumbledore. Hermione closed it just as another arrow sailed towards them, and it hit the back of the door where they had been hovering.

"Let's go," Hermione urged, and the three winged teens flew away.

"I'll get you!" The stranger shouted, only making them go faster. They flew over the Forbidden Forest, and then they Accioed all of their things to themselves. Hermione put it all into a backpack Ron was carrying.

"How did they even find out about us?" Hermione asked, horrified.

"I don't know," Harry answered, shaking his head and making his hair flip back and forth. "What I do know is that we had to go."

12 Hours Earlier

The Golden Trio arrived at the infirmary, covered from head to toe in the Hybrid Potion. They had each gotten a wound when they plucked a feather and got a fur sample from a bird and another animal. Harry had gotten scratched by a crow and a black panther, Ron had gotten scratched by a red hawk and a fox, and Hermione had gotten scratched by a barn owl and a squirrel. They didn't notice it at first, only kept the samples, hopped on their brooms, and sped away, Harry in the lead and them in a loose V formation.

Only when the potion entered their wounds in Potions and burned did they notice it. Snape sent them to the infirmary with the warning they would have wings, ears, and tails in a few hours.

The Golden Trio had taken it surprisingly well. Snape had expected them to scream, shout, sob, or lack thereof. But their eyes had only widened; they glanced at each other and understood things in the way that only best friends for life could do, and nodded. Taking their things, they headed out.

Madam Pomfrey directed them to their own personal beds the moment they stepped into the infirmary. The Golden Trio nodded and sat down, and explained what had happened. After the time they had gotten cut, not much had changed, except for their hearing, their eyesight, and their sense of smell getting a lot better (for the exception of Harry, who still needed his glasses). The mediwitch shook her head.

"Severus... always making you three do the most dangerous things..." Pomfrey said as she bustled around. She made them change into hospital clothes, with large holes in the back and at their tailbones. Their backs and tailbones were already developing large bumps that were slowly becoming the outline of bones.

"How soon do you think our wings, tails, and ears will pop out?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron shook their heads.

"I estimate a little over two hours, dear," she said. She gave them each two bars of chocolate. "Here. Use this for the pain."

"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, and she smiled at the supposed Chosen One. He nibbled on a square while the pain spiked repeatedly.

A little under two hours later found the Golden Trio panting and unconscious. Pomfrey called Dumbledore to the infirmary, and told him to bring Fawkes, Hedwig, and Pigwidgeon. The headmaster arrived with the birds and looked in surprise at the new limbs the children possessed. Madam Pomfrey explained to him what had happened. Hedwig hopped over to Harry and chirped. But to the boy it sounded like "I hope he's okay."

Harry awoke instantly. Madam Pomfrey was startled and Pig and Fawkes ruffled their feathers, but Harry looked at Hedwig and said, "Did you just speak, Hedwig?"

The owl chirped. "Did I?"

"You did," Harry answered, "Maybe it's an ... extension... of Parseltounge?"

"Maybe," Hedwig shrugged slightly, and Ron and Hermione were now awake, too. "Are you speaking, Hedwig?" Hermione asked. The owl nodded, "Yes, I am. Although, you three-four-five- seem to be the only ones who can understand me," she said, gesturing to Fawkes and Pig with her wing. The teens smiled, and after getting dressed in wing-and tail-friendly clothes, rushed outside, with the birds and Dumbledore following, taking the remaining chocolate.

Once they were a good ways away from Hogwarts, near a grassy field, Dumbledore gave them the okay. Hedwig crouched down and flapped her wings a couple times as the example. Harry, Hermione, and Ron bent down on one knee, and the brunette and the redhead were up in minutes. "Harry?" Dumbledore asked. "Are yo-"

Harry shot in the air, going a thousand feet in seconds and throughly baffling Ron and Hermione. He had always been the best at flying out of all of them, and now that he had actual wings, this only proved to push his love of flying sky high. "YEAH!" Harry shouted, flapping his wings and going well above the treeline. Only when he showed the sky his back and looked down did he realize he was way above the others, 22,900 feet in the air. The other 5 were rising up to meet him.

"How did you do that, mate?" Ron inquired. Harry smiled.

"I just gathered all of my energy and applied it to my wings," Harry answered. The other two smiled, and practiced their flying for the rest of the day.

McGonagall walked up to Dumbledore and looked up, turning to her cat form and jumping up on Dumbledore's shoulder, then his head. She noticed three birds of prey and three very large bird. "What are those?" She asked Dumbledore, returning to her human form.

"Those are the three children known as the Golden Trio," Dumbledore answered, a twinkle in his sky blue eyes. McGonagall turned a disbelieving eye to the three large forms in the sky, now specks to her human eyes.

"How?" She asked. Dumbledore explained the entire story to her; by the time he was done, the friends had been flying for two hours.

Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a few green sparks into the sky. Fawkes started flying down, drifting on thermals. Getting the message, the younger fliers made their way down, riding on the thermals in a downward spiral. They flew low, about 50 feet, when they were close to their professors.

"Potter," McGonagall said briskly once they landed, "you have wings, and ears, and a tail."

"Don't forget, so do Hermione and Ron," he added, his black cat tail flicking behind him. His ears were not rounded but pointed, like a house cat's, and black. "All as one, or one as none... that's how it works with us."

McGonagall smiled. Friendship and loyalty... that was one thing she was trying to teach her students to master, and they had. "I commend you on your new additions," she said. "How about we go back to Hogwarts?"

The teens smiled and McGonagall turned to cat form. The avians flew above them slowly while Dumbledore walked back to Hogwarts, accompanied by a cat, a phoenix, two owls, and three winged teenagers.

When they got back to Hogwarts Dumbledore told them to prepare for the worst. And that was exactly what they did.

Present Time

"Whadda think will happen now, Harry?" Ron questioned as they got closer to their destination. They had been flying from Scotland to Britain, and now were arriving in the city.

"I don't know," Harry answered, troubled. "We did get out of there, yes, but we have to stop and rest, mates. We can't bloody well go on forever." He put a hand to his chin with a frown on his face.

"What is it? What are you thinking, Harry?" Pig asked, zipping around them.

"We need caffeine," Harry answered. His friends looked at him. "Tea. Maybe we could stay at Grimmauld Place?"

"Is Sirius there?" Hedwig hooted.

"Him and Remus both," Hermione answered.

"They've both been living there," Ron added, "after the Battle In The Department Of Mysteries. It was Peter Pettigrew whom got hit, after Sirius ducked."

"Let's head there," Harry said, and they flew slightly west. Harry took out his wand as they landed behind a dim street light and tucked their wings in. He moved his tail under his cloak and they did the same, and all three pulled their hoods up to hide their ears. Hedwig landed on his shoulder and Pig landed on Ron's, and the teens took their wands out. "Lumos," They muttered, lighting their wands. Harry led the way, his footsteps quiet and his cloak trailing behind him. Ron and Hermione followed. They had been flying for hours, and their hair was windblown.

Harry knocked on the door and they extinguished the lights with a "Nox". Seconds later, the door was opened by Sirius.

"Harry," he breathed, "what are you doing here?"

"It's a long story," his godson answered.