Chapter 1
Harry flew over an endless expanse of trees as he hurried home. He had been out in town doing some shopping and rather than apparate back to his cabin the falcon animagus had chosen to stretch his wings since it was so nice out. Nice! Ha! Harry thought to himself. Within 30 minutes of flying night had fallen and the current storm-front had moved in. Where there was once gentle breezes and a sun stroked sky, there were now heavy dark clouds and wild winds trying to push him off course. Of course the smart thing to do would be to land, change and apparate the rest of the way but Harry was stubborn and it was only another 10 minutes to his cabin, so he flew on as the lightning clashed over head. It wasn’t long before he could see his little cabin in the woods and was flying toward it when disaster hit.
Harry had been keeping an eye on the lightning activity and was certain most of it was far above him but as he came within 50 feet of his cabin and was preparing to land a great bolt of lightning struck the earth missing him by no more than 5 feet. The sheer force as the lightning struck the earth threw Harry from the air causing him to crash land on the edge of the violently created crater.
Harry let out a screech of pain as he attempted to flap his wings and right himself. The right wing throbbed with pain and he was sure he had broken it. Great that would mean he would have to keep the wing out for the week or two it would take his magic to heal it. He shifted back to his human form, his wings growing with him, but not disappearing as they normally would have. Instead they moved to his back and shoulders, shredding the shirt he had been wearing.
Finally mostly human again Harry staggered to his feet trying to adjust to the new weight behind him. After a moment of catching his balance Harry looked around him to see where he had landed. His cabin stood 30 feet away waiting to shelter him from the rain that had just started to fall, but the more immediate concern was the giant crater that had appeared in his front yard. Looking at it curiously Harry noted that there seemed to be something in the middle of it. Curiosity out weighing his cautiousness (after all lightning never struck twice, right?) Harry climbed down to the center of the crater as He came as near as he was able to, to see what appeared to be a large black wall of… Where those feathers? Finally reaching the middle of the crater Harry gathered his Gryffindor courage and followed the path of the feathers. There in the middle of the great crater with what was apparently a wing stretching out from the form of … a man? Harry shook his head and looked again. Nope, still a man in a suit and trench coat with great wings black as ebony.
Harry couldn’t believe his eyes, but a sensible voice in the back of his mind (Sounding suspiciously like Hermione Granger) pointed out, at the moment Harry also had a pair of wings coming from his back so he was hardly in a position to judge.
Coming back to himself Harry looked at the man again and noticed in alarm the amount of injuries covering the man and his wings. Harry may have a broken wing, but this man’s wings were a whole other story. His ebony wings were covered in cuts and patches of missing feathers and the right was bent at an unnatural angle, obviously broken in at least two places. His body wasn’t any better. Harry could see blood on his face being rinsed away by the falling rain, as well a large patch of blood staining his shirt across his chest.
Realizing the man was in critical condition Harry stepped around the crumpled wing and moved to squat by his head. Hesitantly Harry reached out and felt for a pulse, sighing in relief when he found one. Well where ever this man had come from and whatever he was, he was gravely injured and there was only one thing for it.
Harry drew his wand and cast mobilicorpus before levitating the man inside.