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"You had an option to pick the Caribbean or Virgin islands but yet you pick a place named after a utensil, are you mad?!" Harry couldn't even control his anger right now. Forks...Forks freaking Washington was the damn location he was being sent to. The horror...
Sirius had taken it upon himself to decide and he wanted to know the reason why. Sirius' innocent eyes weren't getting him anywhere.
"Well I have people I would like you to meet. Um the Quilete tribe of wolves." Sirius squeaked out, taking a few steps back from his raging godson. Harry was glowing again and he didn't think he noticed yet. "Remus and I are very good friends with them and I think they would want to meet you."
"What part of secret location and self discovery don't you understand?" Harry said exasperatedly. "I'm suppose to go on a journey to find myself but yet you expect me to meet a pack of wolves?"
"Albus is all for it, " Sirius protested, flickering his eyes to the Hogwarts Headmaster for help. "Isn't that right?"
Dumbledore was a bit flustered with being suddenly thrown into the conversation. "Sure, for one to go on a journey on self discover they must interact with others." He answered wisely and Harry scoffed thinking that was all just a hunk of junk.
"They why can't I just stay here," Harry challenged.
"Well because the ministry would want you locked up in a cage some where." Albus said bluntly. "Plus we don't know what we're dealing with so therefore we need you to find out things about yourself. Here is too distracting, too dangerous." He thought over the options. "I also think the sun kissed sand of the Virgin islands would cause you to relax a little to much, we want you to be comfortable, not to forget the task at hand."
"So it's settled, we're going to Forks?" Remus cut in, holding a giggling mess in his hands. Remus paused to throw Teddy into the air, only to catch him as soon as he headed down. "It'll be good to see our old friends."
"Yes, we're going to Forks babe," Sirius confirmed. He rises his voice a little louder than usually. "No matter how much a certain teenager dislikes it, we are going to Forks." Remus just nodded confusedly, because it no longer felt like the answer was directed to him.
"I'll be making the arrangements, you'll be out of here by the next half hour or maybe even less."
"Wait so I can't say goodbye to my---, Harry started but Albus was already gone, his white hair whipping behind him as he exited the hospital wing. Harry suppressed a growl that threatened to come ripping out his throat. This wasn't fair. His best friends deserved at least an explanation of why he was leaving and never going to see them again.
He sniffed the air and whipped around to face his god father. What was that horrid smell? It was strong. Pungent. Invading his nostrils. When he came to realization of what it was he grimaced. It was Pity.... and he could smell it. It sickened him because he didn't need it. It was all in the air and it was even coming from Remus too.
"It's going to be okay Harry." simpered Sirius, placing his hand on the crook of his elbow, which was quickly shaken off because he didn't want anyone touching him at the moment. "I know this is unfair bout we'll get through this."
Harry scoffed rolling his eyes. Sirius sounded very optimistic for a person who was supposed to be dead. Sirius just turned up after months of Harry thinking he was dead and thinks he could be all full of life... but he really didn't understand did he?
"I don't think this is sort of fair but it's to ensure your safety," Remus quietly remarked, cutting into the conversation.
"It's never been fair Remus, thank you for now noticing," rebuked the raven-haired teenager rather snappishly, "I've never had a normal year at Hogwarts and I was planning for this year to be good but then this comes along. Fucking slapping me in the face." He laughed bitterly crossing his arms over his bare chest. "But nonetheless I don't need your pity," he sneered. "If I did I'd tell you."
Harry laughed when no one said anything...but not from shock at his words they stayed silent out of confusion.
"As for you," he screamed pointing at Sirius. "Don't think you can prance on in here and be all optimistic about everything. It doesn't work like that. You say we're gonna get through this right? Well of course we are because we've got no other choice!" There was something in Sirius' eyes and Harry smirked upon seeing it. Sirius knew what he was talking about....he was right. "Even if you weren't here, I'd still have to get through this alone. So you being here doesn't mean a damn thing!" He felt cold, and a tad bit faint but he didn't show it. He kept his ground firm and strong.
"Harry why don't you just calm down." Remus suggested trying to defuse the situation but the innocent offer just made Harry even more angry. Harry himself didn't even know why he so was angry again, it was like the whole world was crashing down on him and no one was doing anything to stop it. "We don't know why you're so angry."
"No I won't just calm down!" Harry bellowed, his winds flapping widely and uncontrollably. He turned to the werewolf a bitter smile on his full lips. "As for you Mister let me wallow in my own filth. Don't act like you have any say in this. You are not my father!"
"Harry what are you talking about?" Sirius starts confusedly. He sees Harry is shaking like an epileptic, ragged breaths coming in and out of his nostrils dryly. Harry's pupils looked blown, like a crack addict. "Harry are you okay?"
"Ughhh I'm going to die, we're all going to die," Harry exclaimed falling to the floor and curling up in a fetal position, his wings wrapping protectivly around him. He let out a high pitched scream that vibrated off the walls and shattered the many glass cups Madame Pomfrey kept in the hospital wing. The ground he was holding firm finally tilted, his stomach lurching violently.
"What in the hell is happening?" Remus yells in demand. He was still holding his small son, who was obvious of this situation. Harry let out another and this one racked his ear drums painfully.
"It's probably his hormones," Dumbledore insisted, strolling calmly into the room. "His body is going through a horrific amount of changes inside and out."
He knelt down to Harry's quivering body and rubbed chin curiously. Actually he didn't even know if it were his hormones....it could be anything. He just said that to calm Remus and Sirius down so they'll be satisfied with that small white lie. He didn't want them to go into panic...
He wrenched one of Harry's massive wings away from the boy's face and grimaced at what he saw. Harry was foaming at the mouth through clenched teeth, his eyes tightly closed. Albus touched his face and it felt chilling cold. He had no idea what was happening...truth be told.
"Oh my God. That doesn't look good." Remus commented dreadfully.
"Sirius can you hand me the tube that's in the nightstand next to Harry's bed please," Dumbledore asks and already he could hear the man rummaging through the small drawer eagerly.
"Are you sure it's hormones doing that, because when I was pregnant I just got some wicked mood swings."
Sirius thrusts the tube into his palm as the headmaster blatantly ignores the comment.
Albus gently turns Harry onto his side. He pried open Harry's full red lips and was slightly scared when he was met with slippery sharp teeth but nonetheless he forced his fingers between them and maneuvered the tube into his mouth.
Albus guided the tube slowly to the back of Harry's tongue, pushing through the foamy white mess but nothing happened. He pushes further, lacking the gentleness of the first attempt. Harry shudders dully, then gags, then wretches. He does this three times before anything comes up, and then all of a sudden white foamy vomit spurts out of him, running over the back of Dumbledore's hand and onto the floor. The headmaster jerks back, the tube in hand. Positive Harry doesn't need him to finish.
Sirius jumps back and lets out an unmanly squeal of surprise, regretting the decision of being close.
Harry coughs, and has apparently regained some kind of composure, because after the second round—this one containing more white froth and whatever food he had ate last night—he gasps, shudders, and is able to talk. "Holy Fuck," he half-coughs, painfully, and an unexpected third round comes up, pure silver and glitter. It actually looked kind of pretty.
"Kill me now," Harry groans, resting against the floor, exhausted, and heaving ragged breaths.
"So I'm guessing it wasn't hormones?" Remus asks still confused in all this.
"Of course it wasn't his hormones," Dumbledore proclaims. "It was his body reacting to the food he ate last night." He stated smartly as if he knew that the whole way round.
"So why did you say it was his hormones?" Sirius asks in suspicion.
"The house in Forks is ready, you should head there right away oh and make sure Harry doesn't eat any human food. Make sure he just goes with his instincts." Dumbledore says yet again ignoring something Sirius has said. "We don't want this happening again."
"How are we suppose to get there?"
"Apparition." Albus chided. "Did you expect a first class flight on British airways?"
Harry groaned again on the floor and everyone looked down at him. Harry was slowly becoming more aware of the situation. He sees the colorful and glittery vomit very close to his face and groans once again. "Oh God," he says in a rough voice.
"Let's not do that again," he whines, somewhat brokenly. "That was completely horrible."
"Can you stand?" Albus asks and Harry nods and then grabs the outstretched hand. He stands on his feet and tilts a little. His head is still swimming but he's not completely out of it. The floor and himself are cleaned up by the time he blinks and Harry automatically knows it was his headmaster who did.
"I already sent your belongings to the destination so that is not a problem. I'll be popping up weekly to see how things are progressing. Good luck." Albus says a little too happily and Harry stirs.
"Wait what just happened?" He asks swallowing the sour taste in his mouth.
"Oh my what kind of host am I? I'll escort you all to your location." Albus says bashfully. He grabs Harry's hand and grabs Sirius' hand who's is linked with his fiancee'.
They disappear with an inaudible crack...
...
The house is bigger than they expect... well actually way bigger. It was huge and that was putting it slightly. Turns out they were in two places at once. Their house was in the separation of Forks and La Push...fantastic. Dumbledore was long gone and now it was just the four of them.
There was woods everywhere, a lot of open land and Harry already hated it.
"Oh God." He croaked sliding a palm over his face and Sirius tensed.
"What, do you need to throw up again?"
"No, it's just that I could be lounging on a beach but yet I'm surrounded by trees and open land. My life officially sucks balls." Harry wailed, unceremoniously but yet gracefully falling onto a leather couch. One of many that littered the great hall looking living room.
"You're being dramatic." Remus said rolling his eyes. He had his wand in one hand and Teddy in the other. With one flick of his wrist his bags were following him up the stairs he was making his way up.
"Am I really? Because last time I checked you didn't have wings sprouting from your back Remus!"
"Remus is right. Harry just go check out your room and try to see the bright side." Sirius reprimanded while following Remus up the stairs, eventually disappearing up the large spiral staircase.
"Says the people who don't have wings coming from their fucking backs." Harry muttered to himself. He grudgingly rose from his position and started his quick journey to the top floor. "There is no brightside to this."
He could get use to the speed any day...
"How... Quaint." Harry remarked to himself as he entered the room. It was all white, literally every single thing was stark white. There wasn't even a bed, there were just a bunch of fluffy pillows everywhere. There was a bathroom and a closet, the necessities. Around where most of the pillows were bunched up there was a sheer slightly see through curtain that was meant to give the room that honeymoon effect but Harry just thought it looked ridiculous.
The best thing about the room in Harry's opinion was the glass ceiling, that probably let in whatever sun that shone in. But this dreadful place had the most rainfall in the continental United states so he doubted he'd be seeing any sun.
"Wow this is pretty." A voice said behind him and Harry didn't need to turn to know who it was. Harry's peridot eyes roamed the room with distaste. "I've seen better." He replied stiffly.
"Oh really and what place might that be?"
"The Slytherin Common room." He answered, hesitantly walking through the archway.
Sirius rose an eyebrow at his godson. "Well over the months or maybe even years we're going to be here you're going to learn to love it." With that, the older wizard turned and left. Harry bristled at the admonishment, scowling at his back.
He couldn't stay here for years he'd surely die...
Harry fell back into the pillows and actually purred at the feelings. A cool, chilling sensation crawled up his spine and settled over his back. It felt really good...
He sighed in relaxation knowing he wouldn't be tossing or turning in the night. Sleep would come with ease. This was way better than his bed at Hogwarts that's for sure. His wings expanded horizontally, blending in with the pillows perfectly.
"Harry, how do you plan on getting settled in if your stuff is still downstairs." Remus called up from three layers of house.
Harry rolled his eyes and turned over so his face was buried. "I wasn't planning on unpacking just incase things didn't come permanent." He called back, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"It is permanent so get over it!"
Mumbling under his breath he zipped downstairs to retrieve his things and zipped right back up. He threw his belongings to a white carpeted corner and collapsed on his so called bed once again.
Maybe here he could still relax...
He closed his eyes and sighed in contempt but his peace was soon ruined when his stomach let out the most loudest growl he has ever heard. He popped up and immediately headed for downstairs.
The fridge was calling him..
He was just following his stomach because if he wasn't he wouldn't be able to locate the kitchen on his own. The house was that freaking big...
He was craving meat and he didn't want it to be cooked. He wanted it raw, bloodied and soft. His mouth watered with anticipation...He really hoped the fridge was pre-stocked. He attacked the fridge upon seeing it and nearly ripped the stainless steel door off its hinges.
There was a raw steak, still in the package. It wasn't as bloody as he wanted it to be but to Harry it would make do.
He torn open the package and sunk his teeth into it. Oh my God how could something so gross looking taste so good? He found himself moaning at the delicious tangy flavor. Some of the juice ran down his chin and chest reminding him that he was only still in his underwear.
He caught himself...
"Holy Shit," he says in disgust. "I'm eating raw meat. Why am I eating raw freaking meat?"
'First drinking blood now this?'
"It's because you crave it and you're body wants it." Remus clarifies, popping up from out of nowhere. "So far you haven't collapsed on the floor yet so I think we're good."
"So this is what I will eat from nowadays?"
"Yup."
He scrunched up his nose in abhorrence."Gross but oddly I'm okay with it."
He shrugged and picked up the discarded meat to continue eating it. He coughs when Remus just stands there watching him. It wasn't out of disgust but out of interest.
"So how does it taste?"
Harry swishes a piece of meat in his mouth for a moment before answering. "Well because of the blood it tastes really salty but good. It's tender and it's got that fresh kill flavor about it that just makes me shiver with bliss."
"Well have fun eating as I tour the house. There are a lot more rooms than I thought. Oh did you know me and Sirius' room has a fireplace, ha a fireplace!" Remus tells him like a giddy child.
"No I did not know you had a fireplace, because we just got here plus I haven't even been in your room." Harry depanned, his eyebrows raised.
"You're just jealous."
"We could be on the beach right now." Harry mumbled as Remus walks away. "But no, you want to see some old friends as if you don't have the rest of your life to see them."
"Get over it!"
'Damn my godfather's good hearing."
"No! I'll never let you live this one down Sirius. Never!" He yells back finishing off his meat with a scowl on his perfect features. "Who the he'll says no to the beach, the ocean, the clear sunny skies?!"
"There's a beach here. It's about a mile away."
"It's not the the same!" Harry exclaimed breaking down into a fit of fake sobs. "It'll never be the same. NEVER!"