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Harry's PoV
I sat on my bed -if you can even call it that. It's more like a prison cot-, fidgeting nervously.
I just couldn't sit still!
Why is that you ask?
Because today is my 18th birthday. AKA....the day I go into Inheritance.
I never would have known about the Inheritance if the Weasleys hadn't informed me.
Well....more like Arthur, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy Weasley. Molly and Ginerva *shivers* didn't say a damn thing. Too busy plotting. But, I'm getting off topic.
Percy had just gone into his Inheritance 4 years ago, when Harry and Ron were in their 4th year....
Flashback
"What's an Inheritance?" I had asked them.
"Oh my dear boy! Nobody has told you!? How could Dumbledore not tell you!?" Arthur had shouted in utter shock. "Well, Dumbledore doesn't really tell me much. As you all should have noticed by now. Like how I hadn't even known I was a Wizard till I turned 11. Or how he hadn't explained a single thing about the Wizarding World to me even though he KNEW I had only been told about my parents, Voldemort *sighs when they flinch at the name*, the occassional things you all had explained to me every now and then. So, do you honestly believe that Dumbledore had informed me on what an 'Inheritance' is?" I say. Arthur thought for a moment and then looked at me. "Good point." He had said. "Harry, an Inheritance is what we Wizards -and some Muggles if they have magical creatures in their blood- go through on our 18th birthdays. We either gain a boost of magical power and grow slightly -so that way our bodies can handle the boost of power- or, if you have creature blood in you, change completely. My family, those of Weasley blood, have Wyvern in our blood. Wyvern is a feather-winged dragon creature. There are three types of Wyverns: a Submissive, a Dominant, and a Switcher (someone whom is both Submissive and Dominant). These types stand for all magical creatures and wizards. You see how Percy has changed? He has grown taller, more muscled, and more protective? These are characteristics of a Dominant. A Submissive will be more feminine than masculine. And a Switcher will have feminine and masculine characteristics. Charlie, for example, is a Switcher. His long feminine hair, caring personality, and skinny body are characteristics of his Submissive side while his muscles, protective personality, and tall figure are characteristics of his Dominant side." Arthur explained.
End of Flashback
I had listened and nodded as he explained many magical creatures and beings that Wizards -and even Muggles- could have in their blood, my eyes wide in awe and fascination. I just couldn't stop listening. I filed everything he said into my brain, remembering everything. Nobody knew but I'm actually smart and pay attention in class and all that. Everyone just assume from my 'laid back attitude' -I have no idea where that came from since I'm constantly on edge and stressed out- that I'm unintelligant and have Hermione Granger doing all my work. Truth be told Hermione 'checks' my work before I turn it in and makes 'slight' changes. But, all she does is ruin it so that I get bad grades. I always did hate her and her I-know-everything attitude. She's just an arrogant Mudblood! Yes, I did just say Mudblood. I have been thinking of her as that for a long time now. It's not that I hate Muggleborns. It's just her, Hermione Granger, that I hate. She is one type of Muggleborn that makes Purebloods despise her kind. She acts so arrogant because she is book smart. Yes, you are book smart but what about street smart? You need to be both if you want to survive in the world! And the other type of Muggleborn that Purebloods hate is the ones whom come into the Wizarding World knowing nothing about it. But the Purebloods don't know that that isn't their's -or my- fault. We had never been told about being able to do magic until we were 11, when we got our letters. Blaim Dumbledore if you are going to blame anyone! He's in charge of things like this yet he does nothing! For example: he knew about my childhood here with the Dursleys yet did nothing! After Draco called Hermione a Mudblood, AGAIN, in 3rd year I went and spoke with him about Mudbloods and Muggleborns. About both our views on them. Once I told Draco about how it wasn't Muggleborns' faults about not knowing anything about the Wizarding World and why that is, and how it was the same with me, his views completely changed. Both on Muggleborns and on me. But, the Weasley boys had been listening in apparently. I had noticed the aura change after Draco and I had stopped talking and called them out. After revealing themselves to us they explained that they felt the same way as me. After that we all became friends and promised that if we ever met a Muggleborn whom was like me -coming into the magic world knowing nothing and completely alone- we would help them. And I made a secret promise to myself that once I turned 18 and had complete access to my parents' vault(s) I would make a school for young Wizards, mostly Muggleborns, so that Muggleborns could come and learn about our world before they turn 11.
So, here I am, waiting for it to be my birthday like some child. But, eh, who cares?
'5 more seconds. Just 5 more seconds.' I thought to myself anxiously. '5....4....3....2....1-' I screamed out as pain rushed through me. It felt as though I was being torn apart and rebuilt, cell by cell. It hurt so bad. The pain was excruciating. Worse than a million Crucios. Does this always happen during an Inheritance? Arthur didn't say. Does it only happen to those with magical creature in their blood? What creature(s) do I have in my genes? I heard the locks on my door unlock and the door get swung open by my whale of an uncle through my screams of pain. "DAMN YOU BOY! KEEP IT D-" My uncle was cut off as energy surged through me and my uncle was swung out of the room and into the wall across the hallway. I saw his face contort in pain and fear as he ran away, Petunia and Dudley -whom had followed him to shut me up apparently- right behind him. Was that me that had flung him like a ragdoll? Was it me that caused such strong fear to appear on their faces? They had never looked so afraid. Even when I threatened them with my magic years ago to keep them away from me they never looked so afraid. Why is the fear in them so strong now? With that finaly thought I drifted into a dreamless, for once, sleep.