Harry swallowed thickly and sat up, sliding off the bed, uncaring that he was nude and bruised and bleeding as he turned to face the other, a troubled look on his face. "i'm a harpy." he stated under his breath. Harpy where known as Dark Creatures, due to their foul temperaments, and wild personalities as well as the fact that they often leached magic away from other people, and fed off of strong emotions. usually it was anger, fury, shame, rage, and even hate that they fed off, often tormenting, or torturing someone to get the emotions they wanted. during the first war with voldemort, the Harpies had swarmed the battle field, not to fight, but to feed off of the misery, fear, and hatred that had filled the world. even those who had not seen a harpy in person where told terror stories about them taking off with little kids to feed off of their terror for weeks on end, only to abandon them later. muggles even knew the terror and horrors of the various harpy breeds.