Hello readers. If you're waiting for a different story to update, so am I. FF . bloody net won't let me edit (read: upload) any of my fics that don't have a complete stamp to them. So I've new chapters ready and racing to fucking go. They'll be up as soon as I can fix whatever the fuck is happening.
This story is a light hearted one, of which the sole purpose is doing crossovers. I just want to see Harry in different worlds, with different situations, reacting to different people. A happy Harry, for once. Normally, with different world stories, something horrible has happened to Harry, and he's all angsty/untrusting/annoying. Not that those stories aren't good, because I love them. Also, I will, more than likely, stick Harry with any person I want to. Which propably means a hell of a lot of slash, and maybe even a bit of het. But It's okay, because you can skip those chapters. I promise. So here you have the first chapter of Jumping Worlds.
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The first thing Harry did after the death of Sirius was, unsurprisingly, stupid. Not going after Bellatrix, no that was completely instinctual. In fact, it wasn't until about twelve hours after watching his dogfather practically swan dive to certain death that it registered to Harry that Sirius was gone. Dead. No more. That he'd ceased to exist. Forever.
So Harry felt that he needed to give Sirius a fitting tribute and, as such, didn't think twice on what he was about to do next. Had he decided to think twice, however, he would have realised that proper thought would have given Sirius the send off he wanted. While thinking twice had never been Sirius' style, even the Black heir hadn't tried to transform into his animagus form without supervision, even though his, James' and Peters supervision was only Remus, or even without having completed the correct steps.
Harry had only just discovered what his animagus form was, and had barely flicked through the rest of the highly illegal book. He knew the incantation, the basics of bringing his form into line and how to fall into the proper meditative state but that was about it. Everyone else was leaving him alone, which was bloody unfortunate because if Harry hadn't been secluding himself and if people hadn't decided to let him, he would never have had the chance to cock up another part of his life beyond repair.
And so, Harry chanted the spell, half rushed with excitement, half mis pronounced with grief, and fell into the appropriate trance like state. He stayed that way as a greyish silver mist descended on his mind. Harrys mind, actually, was quite organised, to himself at least. He would never be good at shielding his mind, because of both surviving the Killing Curse and the abuse he suffered as a young child.
The way Harrys mind was structured, however, he was able to draw people into the, literal, jungle of his mind and keep them trapped there forever. No one had ever seriously tried to break into Harrys mind, though. Snape didn't count because, when Harry cleared his mind, the jungle and his natural defences disappeared with his thoughts.
Harry sat on a fallen and dead log which was, unknown to him, a repressed memory from when he was a very young child. He twiddled his thumbs as he waited for his animagus form to appear. It would, eventually. So Harry waited as patiently as he could, before he thought exceptionally hard on a deck of cards, and started to play with them once they appeared in his mindscape.
Although, Harry kept replaying the same game over and over again, because it was the only format his mind knew, and the only one it could reproduce.
Harry lost seven hundred and twenty nine games of solitaire (the exact same game) before his animagus revealed itself.
Stalking out of the mist and the shadows, Harry was once again confronted by his beautiful animal form. It was a panther. Fur as black as pitch, haunting eyes that were a decidedly feral shade of yellow and deadly wicked teeth walked lazily towards the teen.
Harry had been disappointed by his form at first; he'd wanted a wolf or a dog or a stag. Or a bird, so he could actually fly. Instead, he'd gotten a bloody cat. Harry still had the scars from where the panther had slashed him as he'd voiced his complain. He'd decided that a panther wasn't so bad at that point in time.
Harry stood up; walking foolishly towards the creature he couldn't properly control yet, and petted his head. A deep rumbling filled the jungle as Harry moved his hand to scratch behind the panthers ears. The teen smiled as his animagus form purred. Harry, who had been having doubts – in which Harry had his most sensible thoughts – put them aside in the face of his panther.
So Harry knelt down and looked the panther in his eyes, muttering a spell that he only vaguely knew and then head butting the panther. There was an almighty howl from the big cat and Harry, but then there was silence as the two of them fought for dominance. Unfortunately for Harry, the panther had much more experience in that area than Harry.
In the real world, the only indication that Harry was losing the fight for dominance with his animal form was a slight crease that had appeared in between his eyebrows. At this time, Hermione had silently entered the attic, where Harry had been hiding with Buckbeak, with a tray of food. She saw Harry and his apparent concentration, and thought it best to leave him be. She placed the food down quietly, and left in the same way she had come.
If she had disturbed Harry, however, he would have been drawn out of the trance like state with his mind, body and soul intact – he would have become cautious for the future, which would have made him seek out Remus, who would have then coached him. Harry would have transformed into a beautiful panther a few months later and Remus would have gifted him with the Marauder name Claw.
This did not happen, however, and Harry fell into unconsciousness when the battle of dominance amazingly halted to a draw. It was actually beneficial that Harry was unconscious for the next part. His mind, body and even his soul were melding together with that of the panther. The two separate beings were doing the best they could to merge together and keep their human vessel from dying in the process.
So they bargained, for a long while, and Harry became irreparably changed forever.
The pain, had he not been unconscious, would have been unbearable. In fact, it would have made him pass out, anyway. Except he would have screamed like a Banshee first, attracting attention.
Instead, he stayed blissfully unconscious for the rest of the night and, when he woke up in the early hours of the morning, he didn't notice anything different at first. All he thought was that he was very hungry, and that he was glad there was food there.
Even if the food was cold soup and vegetables with no discernable meat – no fish! – the new Harry ate it anyway. It was then he noticed another creature in the attic with him. He vaguely recognised the beast as Buckbeak, and gave a sketchy bow, and the magical creature gave an equally unsure nod of the head back. Harry, sure that his back wouldn't be feeling any sharp claws when he turned, left the attic for a stroll around the house.
It was there, away from the relative safety of the attic, that the new –maybe improved – Harry noticed his new state.
And even then, he would not have noticed it if Kreacher hadn't had popped next to him, startling Harry. The hybrid had lashed out in fright and surprise, his fingers suddenly turning claw like. Needless to say, it was a messy end for the old elf. It was a fitting tribute to Sirius, Harry decided, since his animagus transformation hadn't worked. And, in a slightly ironic end, Keachers head had finally been severed. But his head was too disfigured to ever be displayed.
Harry continued through the house and amused himself by playing with his new claws. It was not, as he had earlier thought, that each one of his fingers had turned completely into a claw. Rather, he still had the joints in his fingers, but his fingertips had hardened and sharpened, turning them into claws. The phenomenon started just before finger nails did and, had Harry been bothered to check, he would have found that his nails were now also unbelievably hard and pointy.
The good thing about the fifteen year old playing with his nails was that he had successfully resisted the urge to bat the dismembered house elfs head around.
Harry continued to walk around, occasionally using his new claws to make little scratches in things, until he decided that he needed to use the lavatory.
Walking into the nearest bathroom that wasn't attached to a sleeping persons room, Harry happened to pass a mirror. Glimpsing himself in his peripheral vision, Harry immediately froze and walked back to gaze at himself in the mirror.
The first thing Harry noticed was that he was wearing no glasses; he had not noticed the lack of the familiar weight until he was visibly presented with it. And his vision was actually better than it was with the glasses. The second thing Harry noticed was, following that line of thought, his eyes. Harrys left eye had retained its startlingly green colour, while the right eye had taken on the feral yellow of the panther.
Actually, looking closer at the colour, Harry thought it looked a bit like the colour a birds eye would have.
The third thing that Harry noticed about his new self was that his pupils had become slitted like a cat, and the fourth thing was that his hair was different. It had gotten darker, shinier and thicker. Running a clawed hand through his hair, Harry found that it felt like fur. Long, shaggy, ear length fur, but fur nonetheless.
As he was running a hand through his hair, Harry noticed his fifth change. The tip of Harrys right ear was black; the colour of his hair. Turning his head, and pushing his ear forward, Harry was able to see that, yes, from the tip of his ear and running into his hair, he had black fur. It was the same with his other ear.
Heaving a sigh, Harry sat down on the closed lid of the toilet; all thoughts of using it had been driven from his head. Harry decided that, while everyone else was asleep still he should check out all the changes to his body. Stripping down, and thankful that there was no one here to watch him shred his clothes with his bare fingers, Harry looked at himself in the mirror.
Apart from a few new scars which the panther had given him in the fight for domination, there wasn't much going on. He looked the same. Bending down, Harry inspected his toes. They were also clawed. Standing back up, Harry moved to the shower. He noticed, kind of, that he seemed to move differently.
Smoother, kind of?
Harry decided that, in the face of claws, furred ears, changed eyes, improved vision and fur for hair, the way he walked wasn't really important. He turned on the shower, sticking a hand under the water to test the temperature. It was an agreeable temperature, so he stepped in. The shower was quite uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not. He appreciated getting clean, running the soap over his chest, but he had a feeling a bath would feel better.
He had a feeling he would be going out into the rain anytime soon. His tail flicked in annoyance.
Maybe he would go out into the rain. He'd like it bef- wait.
Tail? Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion. He didn't have a tail, so it could not have flicked in annoyance. Sure that it was just his mind playing tricks on him, Harry looked over his shoulder and expected merely to see his pale rump. Instead there was a black fur tail that started just above his arse and ended just above his ankles.
Harry wondered how he'd missed it in his initial physical inspection. Maybe he was just stupid.
Harry took the black furred appendage gently into one hand and stroked the wet fur. He looked to the shelf in the shower, unsure as to what he should grab. Soap? Body wash? Shampoo? Harry eventually decided that shampoo would be the best bet, and lathered his new tail with a cinnamon scented shampoo, before rinsing and giving his hair the same treatment.
Half an hour after he'd first jumped into the shower, Harry hopped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself quickly. Grabbing his ruined clothes, Harry wandered out into the apparently spare bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The cat hybrid soon realised it wasn't a guest room – it was Sirius' old room.
Harry wasn't sure what to do about the revelation. Part of him wanted to curl up into a ball and sulk and bitch and grieve and howl out his misery. The other half wanted to break down and break things. Instead, Harry grabbed a loose robe from the closet, threw it over his shoulders and hopped into Sirius' old bed, careful not to hurt his tail, and went to sleep.
Physical transformation sapped a lot of physical strength, especially when the body was preparing for one last change. The best thing was, having double checked his body after the sudden appearance of the tail, Harry wouldn't think to check again for quite some time. He was, quite literally, the last person he know to find out that his ears had migrated to the top of his head and become panther like.
His faint of surprise really would amuse Dumbledore.
Remus led Dumbledore through Grimmauld Place and up to Sirius' room. Dumbledore had apparently loaned Sirius something and was now in need of it back. Remus had used it as an excuse to go into Sirius' room. He hadn't been there since before the death of the last true Black. Even though Narcissia, Bellatrix and Andromeda were still alive, they were not 'true' Blacks. Their mother, you see was not a Black like their father was, unlike Walburga and Orion Black, who were cousins and produced the last true Blacks.
Opening the door, Remus was shocked to see Harry – and smell something only vaguely like what Harry smelt like. He smelled more like cat and cinnamon and less like vanilla. Walking over to the bed, Remus ripped the covers off to what had happened to Harry. Upon seeing the naked, under aged boy, Remus had dropped the covers and stepped back a bit, blushing slightly.
But then, he tilted his head as something he'd seen registered.
A tail?
No, preposterous.
Dumbledore walked up, and he gently shook Harrys shoulder. Oddly coloured eyes flicked open, and he stretched, arching his back in a distinctly feline gesture. He sat up, the bed sheets pooling in his lap, and a clawed finger scratched absently at the side of his head, where his ear should have been. Ears, cat ears, were perched on the top of his head.
"Professor, Remus?" He asked, tired, even as his eyes assessed them both for and predatory danger. The wolf was dangerous, but he wasn't threatening. The old one smelt like power and magic.
Dumbledore walked beside him, gazing down on the tail, which was obviously attached to the now cat like teen.
"Harry?" Remus asked uncertainly, and a lazy head swivelled to look at the werewolf. Remus was glad to see Harry green eyes, and walked forward to his honorary godson. Harry continued to stretch, unconcerned that he was naked. Why should he be? He was not in danger, and the sheets were getting hot.
"What happened?" He asked, and Harry shrugged, standing. He explained, and a smile split Dumbledores face.
"That's simply amazing. I had come here, in hopes of retrieving my old Play Wizards," He ignored the shudder of Remus and grimace of Harry, "And I think I'll tell you some wonderful new now, rather than tomorrow. Because of the broken prophecy orb, the prophecy no longer exists. Therefore, I shall be able to defeat Voldemort without your help. Without the prophecy, there is no need to include a fifteen year old such as yourself. Even better, I've decided to give you a vacation to apologise for how much stress you must have been under."
Harry tilted his head to the side, turning his naked body to the older men, and blinked.
"I'm going to let you go world hopping!" The eccentric old man claimed, and Harry let out a confused noise.
"What?" This was Remus, who was also thoroughly confused.
"Well, I'm letting him go to different dimensions and worlds, where he won't be known so that he can have a vacation. I could have sent him to the past, but then there's the whole trouble about not revealing the future – now he won't have to worry! It'll be marvellous. Pop some clothes on, grab your wand, and head down stairs." The odd old man dragged Remus out of the room, and Harry searched through Sirius' wardrobe, not in the least concerned by Dumbledores announcement.
His excuse was magic. Having not long been exposed to the culture, and thus not knowing how it was thought impossible to do what Dumbledore had just proposed, he chalked it up to magic. In fact, it was his faith in magic and ignorance about the impossibility that would allow him to travel from world to world.
The tailed boy, however, was unimpressed with Sirius' wardrobe. There were either robes, or silk shirts and leather pants. Harry didn't want to wear robes, as he would be going to a different world where robes, probably, weren't worn.
So he grabbed the leather pants and pulled them on, wincing when the action pained his tail. Taking off the pants, he made a hole, and carefully threaded his tail through, before zipping the tight leather up and making himself a mental note to not forget the appendage again.
Throwing on a shirt, Harry went upstairs to get his wand and hurried back down.
Remus started when they made eye contact, having not noticed the yellow eye. The wereweolfs amber eyes had been too focused on the fact that Harry had claws, cat ears, a tail and was naked.
"Are you ready, Harry?" he asked, and Harry nodded.
"Maybe you should have a drink first? And don't worry, I'll tell everyone where you've disappeared to. I hope you have fun, my boy." Harry smiled at the kind old man, and at Remus as well, as he drank the water.
"Thank you Headmaster. See you later Remus." He said, and Dumbledore waved his wand at Harry, mumbling in a long dead language. An odd coloured light, not quite yellow but not any other colour either, erupted and engulfed Harry, who felt a pleasant tickling sensation wrap his body. Before he passed out, Harry rather thought that it was the best form of magical transportation.
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What world do you want him to jump into first? I'm open to suggestions. As in, I'll literally do anything as long as I know the story/series/whatever. And I know a lot of series'.