This plot bunny caught me a few minutes ago and refuses to release me so since I have no confidence in my ability to write this will be brief. Also this is a challenge! So anyone who wants to write this can PM or review me.

Harry James Potter sighed as he stared at the potion in front of him. This wasn't probably a good idea and the others will probably yell and scold him later but ever since he had found out about animangus it had fascinated him. The ability to turn into your inner animal, the shifting, everything are simply amazing! The desire in him only increased when he found out about his father and Sirius. He had read the books in Hogwarts Library and bought books in the Diagon Alley. It did nothing to quench his desire on the subject.

Especially when he stumbled upon a potion.

A potion that could help you transform into your animangus form.

He skipped and ignored it at first, he knew the dangers if he did not brew a potion right he could be stuck in the form or worse! But the thought and the promise of the success haunted him many nights.

He was a Gryffindor wasn't he? The house of lions. The house of the noble and the brave.

So he took the risk. He didn't want his relatives to suspect or find out he called on the name of one he knew could help him. It was a success. Dobby was very eager to help Master Harry that he had retrieved the necessary ingredients for the potion.

He should have probably mentioned to get it in an apothecary rather than steal it from Snape's cabinets. Oh well, finders keepers.

Opportunity came when the Dursleys were having a family dinner in an expensive restaurant that Harry was kicked out of the house as they didn't want him to be alone performing his 'freakishness' in their perfect and normal home. He had Dobby retrieve the things he needed before he left to a small abandoned warehouse near the street where he brewed the potion carefully and correctly. After all, he did not want to blow up or worse.

With the potion finished, he stared at it having doubts. Should he or should he not?

Sighing, he gulped the potion in one go. He stuck out his tongue with a disgusted expression, potions weren't meant to be sweet. As minutes passed by, he began to panic. What if the potion did not work? What if he brewed it wrong? What if-

His panic was abruptly cut off when his body experienced pain worse than the cruciatus curse, his bones snapped and shifted, his skin, his body completely and utterly changed.

It hurt. A lot.

He blacked out.

HPHPHP

His body was sore. Painfully sore that it took a lot of effort to even lift a finger. It felt like it took hours for him to stand up. Luckily, he had prepared a mirror firsthand.

He screamed. Actually, he screeched.

This was not he expected.

Since I fail greatly at disciribing things, I ended it here.

Yes, Harry's animangus is an Alien or Xenomorph. It's up to you what kind. Warrior or whatnots.

Or if you want you can make him a Yautja or a predator.

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