Hey you guys! Welcome to my new fic titled "Swan". It's inspired by the 1994 animated movie "The Swan Princess". It's not Disney but still a good flick from my childhood. I know a lot of you from my generation grew up watching it and for those who may not know or remember...ask someone or watch it for yourself. It's cute... I think it is, anyway. This story features Oliver Wood/Graham Montague as the main pairing. Percy/Marcus are the secondary. I may feature others in here...but I'll see once I progress. Those who have watched the movie, this fic does not feature an evil sorcerer trying to steal a kingdom or that bullshit. It's still magical, at Hogwarts and it's AU. This is a slash fic and will feature sexual content in later chapters. I've twisted the years and other instances to suit my liking...when do I not?

Author's Note and Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I never will. Any mistakes (spelling/grammatical/etc.) are mine alone! Also, anything that mirrors the Swan Princess belongs solely to the creators! Enjoy!

Chapter One-Deliberate Curse

~Wood Manor, Scotland, 2003.~

"Now don't stray too far, Oliver. Lunch will be ready in a short while."

"Ok, Mum!" Six year-old Oliver replied to his mother as he ran outside to play.

Stepping out onto the doorway and looking to his right, the small Scot quickly meandered his way to the thick forest surrounding the manor like he did regularly. It was like any other day in the Wood home...Oliver would go play, his mother remained in the house to cook or entertain friends and his father would venture off to work since he was an auror. Same thing, nothing special really.

Speaking of Oliver's father, the man was currently lounging in his private study enjoying his day off. 'Hm, the Cannons hardly ever win games. It's surprising Chudley still manages to keep their team knowing how low they rank in the leagues...' Cameron pondered as he read the current scores on the Quidditch page of the Daily Prophet.

Taking a sip of his early afternoon tea, the fireplace to his left was suddenly ablaze. A head with a weary scowl glared upon the auror. "Wood!"

"Yes, Darwin?" Cameron lazily replied to his superior.

"You're needed. We have a raid and the suspect we have been trailing finally made his appearance. He's within the vicinity and we need to move now!"

"Seriously? This is my day off. Can't some of the newbies take a crack at this one?"

"No, Wood. You're the only one with the ability to catch this guy. You'll have another day off later. Report to the town square immediately."

"Ugh, fine." Not wanting his superior to thoroughly ride his arse and potentially work him without a day off for the next several months, Cameron grudgingly grabbed his wand and hurried towards the door.

"Honey, where you going? Won't you at least stay for lunch?" "Sorry, Fiona. Got a raid. If we don't get him now, we won't."

"Ok..." she sighed as the door shut firmly in front of her.

"Alright, where is Ferguson? I'd like to return home." His partner, Auror Paige, replied "Over there, Ferguson's hidden in that cloak and he's heading right down the street."

Pulling out his wand, Cameron muttered "Let's get this over with."

Remaining inconspicuous, the team of aurors crept through the square in hopes of catching the criminal. The shaggy dirty-blonde haired man's eyes darted about, noticing a change in the air. Several 'strangers' were beginning to close in. Thinking quickly, he fired a 'Stunner' at the first auror to his left and fled, sparking a heated chase.

Fifteen minutes and multiple apparitions later...

"Damn it! We're losing him! Where is he going this time?!" Paige grit out irritably as they stood two long dirt roads away from the river.

"Wait...this is near your manor, Wood. Ferguson's mother lives next door to you, doesn't she?" Auror Hunter pointed out, perking Cameron's attention.

He facepalmed himself. "You're right, she does. Why the hell didn't we think of this sooner?"

"I don't know! I'm not the one who comes up with the plans!" Hunter bit back as they charged towards the Ferguson residence.

Arriving at a vine-covered brick house, the aurors ducked behind trees and watched as Ferguson headed inside, being welcomed by an older, short brown-haired woman. Giving a hand-signal, Cameron directed the team around the property. With Paige at his side, Auror Wood sauntered up to the front door and rapped on it, yelling "David Ferguson, this is Auror Wood! We have you surrounded! Surrender your wand and come out this instant! No one needs to get hurt!"

He waited, there was no response. "I'm going to give you one last chance. Come out or we're going in!" This time, the only response was a 'Stupefy' shot through the window, striking a younger auror. Instantly, Cameron and his team broke down the door and rushed inside, only to meet an all-out fight. Apparently, Ferguson had company.

Meanwhile, little Oliver was traipsing along the forest, kicking small rocks and swinging a stick half his size when he heard blasting noises and shouting in the near distance. Curious as to what the ruckus might be, the stocky brunette crawled over a log and ambled over to the site. His small jaw dropped when he saw his father hex one of the burlier assailants and bind him. ''Incarcerous!" A thick rope sprung forth and encircled the wounded dirty-blonde.

"David Ferguson, by orders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, you are under arrest on the charges of grand theft of a family vault, evading arrest, assault and battery of Gringotts employees...and assaulting an auror. Your arse won't be seeing the sun for a long time. Get up!'' Jerking the imprisoned man to his feet, Cameron started shoving him towards his wounded and partially-conscious cohorts.

"No! Let go of my son, you imbecile! I've read every single report on the case and you have no direct proof!" Ferguson's mother screeched, trying to reach her son.

"I'm sorry, ma'am...but there are multiple people who point him out as the aggressor."

"They were temporarily blinded! There's no possible way they could tell it was him!"

"Mrs. Ferguson, David's magical signature was found everywhere within the vault and on the victims, he is as good as guilty and that is the end of it! It's done! Now go home or I will arrest you for interfering with a Ministry investigation!" Cameron retorted angrily as he turned to escort the suspects.

Snarling, she stood back and averted her eyes towards the edge of the woods. The matron noticed a cute face poking out through the trees. It was the auror's son, Oliver. An idea struck the front of her mind. 'Since you're taking the one thing I love away from me and making him suffer, I believe I'll do the same to your precious little wannabe Keeper. Oh no, I won't kill him...I have something better in mind.' Raising her wand, she muttered a spell, aiming at Oliver.

Paige shouted ''Wood! Your son! Look out!"

Cameron whipped around at the mere mention of him and just as soon as he turned, a wave of yellow light flashed across the yard, striking the poor unsuspecting boy and sending him to the forest floor.

"OLIVER!" he howled, rushing over as fast as his legs could carry him. "Oliver! Oliver! Are you ok? Look at me! Wake up!" He softly patted Oliver's soft cheeks, trying to stir him but failing to get a response.

Seething and fearing the worst, the patriarch stormed back to the Ferguson house and jabbed his wand right into her neck. "You bitch! What did you do to my boy?! Answer me!"

She said nothing, only giving him a calm smile in return.

"Why you-"

"Don't!" Hunter stopped him in mid-strike. "You can testify against her later, Oliver needs you now. We've got this." Heeding his words, Cameron grabbed Oliver and his wife then apparated to St. Mungo's.

At St. Mungo's in the Childrens' Ward...

Two anxious parents were pacing back and forth, anticipating on word of their son's condition...and trying so hard not to think he was sent into a coma he possibly could never wake from.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wood?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Healer Stonewall. I've come to say that other than Oliver sustaining a few bruises and a tiny bump on the head, there is nothing else wrong with him."

Cameron, although relieved, raised a skeptical eyebrow. "A-Are you sure? I'm an auror and I know a multitude of curses and hexes...and this one that woman shot him with, I have never seen it before. Couldn't you check again?"

"I've triple-checked. I am positive nothing is wrong and Oliver is just fine. All he needs is a little rest. I think the perpetrator only used a type of Knock-back jinx to spite you. Just be happy she wasn't one who actually resorts to killing a child. He's ready for you to take him home."

Smiling, he led them to the examining room where a wide-eyed Oliver was fumbling with his blanket. Fiona hurried over and scooped him into her arms. "I am so glad you're all right. Dunno what I would've done if I lost you..."

"M' fine, Mummy...lemme go..'' Oliver whined, wanting to leave the boring room already.

Cameron smiled, absolutely thankful that his only son was going to be ok. 'Thank you Merlin for making sure Oliver wasn't totally injured. Although he evidently has a clean bill of health, why do I get the feeling something is off?'

At Wood Manor later on around sunset, Oliver finished his dinner and was heading upstairs to bathe before bed. "Don't forget to scrub behind your ears. I'll be up with fresh towels in a few minutes." Fiona shut the bathroom door as Oliver began to undress.

'I know I have to wash behind my ears...M' not a dum-dum..' Oliver pouted his lower lip and lowered himself into the warm water. Through the window above the in-ground tub, the sun was steadily sinking, sending the Highlands into darkness. The moon began to rise.

Playing with a ball along the water's surface, Oliver's arms started tingling. ''Huh? Why am I so tingly?" he asked aloud as the foreign sensations spread down his torso to his lower extremities. One moment later, he found himself much smaller and floating. ''What?! Why am I so little?! Help! Help!'' he tried to call out but could not speak, only a loud squawking sort of noise came forth.

"Oliver! I'm back with the towels, freshly dri- oh Merlin!" Fiona unceremoniously dropped the pile of cotton and ran to fetch her husband.

"Fiona...what is it? I-what in the hell?" They stared with their mouths agape at the sight before them. Oliver was no longer in the tub playing with his rubber toy quaffle, instead, a small white bird was flapping around and making screech-purring sounds.

"Cameron, w-where is our boy?"

"Honey..I...I think this is him.." Cameron crept closer and sat down along the edge. ''I felt something was wrong...I knew there had to be something to that spell, I just knew it. The question is...what is it? Why is he a..uh..a swan?"

"I don't know...we can call someone in the morning. Remember Professor McGonagall? She knows more about animal transformation spells than anyone else."

Cameron rubbed his head in bewilderment. "I don't see why not. What do we have to lose?"

With the dawn's light, Cameron awoke from his perch beside the tub. Last night was a strange one. Oliver somehow turned into a swan and went crazy in the bath and he had to attempt calming the distraught boy..er...bird. Eventually, Oliver tired out and fell asleep on the floor. Since he was still in bird-form, Cameron decided to camp out there to make sure his son would be all right during the night. Also, he had no idea whether or not he would remain a swan the next morning. Averting brown eyes across the room, he saw Oliver was no longer a swan but human again. 'That's peculiar...what charm would cause a person to turn into an animal for one night and revert by day?' He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Oliver's waist then picked him up and carried him off to his bed.

"Thank you so much for coming, Minerva. We didn't know where else to turn to."

Minerva smiled at her former students. "The pleasure is all mine. Now, what's the problem? You said it had something to do with an animal enchantment?"

Cameron nodded. "Yes. After the raid yesterday, Holly Ferguson hexed my boy with something, leaving him fine all day until he turned into a swan last night in the bath."

Minerva gazed upon them in curiosity. "A swan, you say? Is Oliver still in this form now?"

"No, that's the thing. When I woke up, he was human again. Like I told Fiona, I have no idea what spell makes a person a bird for a single night...I thought it would have been permanent."

Rubbing her chin thoughtfully, McGonagall replied "Normally, hexes of that nature aren't permanent...but given the details...I will have to run a few tests."

Fiona retorted "Please, anything...we really want to know what's happening."

Accompanying them upstairs to Oliver's playroom, they opened to the door to see a joyful brunette flying around on his practice broom. "Oliver! Could you come here for a second? There's someone who'd like to speak with you."

"Um..ok!" Touching ground, he ambled over to his parents and their guest.

"This is our friend Minerva, darling. She's going to see why you turned into a swan." Fiona rubbed his small shoulders, speaking in a soothing tone. The stocky boy peered up at the matron with big chocolate brown eyes, watching her intimidating gaze.

"Hello, Oliver. I am going to wave my wand and run some tests on you, ok? I promise it will not hurt."

Oliver shrugged. "Ok.."

Waving her wand, Minerva cast the necessary diagnostic spells of the transfiguration criteria, scanning his magical core. A purple light re-emerged and shot back into her wandtip, the scan complete.

Minerva sighed, tucking her wand back into the holster. She beckoned them to the side. "It seems as though Oliver's animagus has been tampered with."

"Animagus?"

"It hasn't been that long since you were in my class, Cameron. You know what an animagus is."

"Well yes...but...but what I don't understand is how? How exactly was it tampered with...I obviously know it was by spell."

She replied "From what I could gather, this odd spell altered the animagus so that its possessor will be unable to consciously control it...meaning...they will not be able to turn at will. You said Oliver didn't become a swan until nightfall, so most likely...that's when his body will shift from a human-like state to a bird."

Cameron gazed at Oliver then returned to Minerva. "Is there a way to reverse it?"

"At this point in time, no...there's not. Our magical cores and animagus forms are connected as a whole and are quite finicky in allowing someone to tamper with them. Past attempts of deep experimentation resulted in the person either remaining as their animagus or being unable to turn at all and disrupting their core...which can seriously injure the human. It is an extreme gamble and not many are willing to risk it."

Fiona uncharacteristically groaned. "Oh no...so there is nothing we can do? Oliver is stuck changing into a swan?"

"Unfortunately."

"Cameron, what are we going to tell him? How can we possibly tell our son that he can never be a professional Keeper? How can we honestly destroy his dreams and crush his spirit all in one go?"

"I don't know, dear...but we can't just lie to Oliver. We can't allow him to be playing at night when he happens to turn. He will get hurt and most likely it'll kill him. You know how rough this game can be and I will not lose my son to it."

Minerva took this chance to interject. ''If it's any consolation, Oliver can still play when he attends Hogwarts...our games never exceed daylight. Also, you need to remember that Oliver still has a human mind when he changes so he can communicate...but not in human vocals."

"I guess you do have a point..." Fiona commented, sadly watching her son resume playing from across the room.

"Until then, we'll have to adjust. It's no problem..we'll teach him how to abide by a strict schedule, come up with some means of communication. We can do this...as soon as we figure out how."

"I'm sure you will. You were always resourceful, Cameron. And you have yet to find an obstacle you couldn't overcome."

He gave her his trademark Wood grin. "That's true."

"Then my work here is done. If there are any problems, you alert me at once." "Will do."

Waving goodbye, Minerva went on her way. Fiona turned to her husband. "You sound rather sure of yourself..."

"I have to be for us and him. I can't have Oliver thinking all hope is lost, now can I?"

"I suppose not.."

"There is one thing I'm a little uh...uneasy about."

"And that would be...?"

A comical whiny look appeared upon the auror's face. "Why did his animagus have to be a swan? That's a bloody girly bird! Why couldn't it have been something more masculine like a lion or a bear...or a dog?! Hell, I would have been happy if it was a squirrel...but a SWAN? Come on..."

Fiona started chuckling. "Like you said, we'll have to adjust. And that means you'll have to get used to his feminine animagus."

"As long as we don't tell anybody..."

What you guys think so far? Yeah...I listened to the sound a swan makes and that's really the best way I can put it for you to picture. Oliver's swan form at 6 is basically a smaller version of a mute swan (they're actually not mute like their name!). Stay tuned for the next chapter! Also, I did format the story differently...what do you think? Is this easier for you to read?