This is an incomplete, half-formed, plot-bunny that pupped up in my head as I was trying to put together the next chapter of the Archive story... (there are most likely more to follow)

Monsters

Harry looked around the large room, slightly disappointed, a gathering had been called but only seventeen in total had come to see what the trouble was and he knew that none of them actually wanted to help.

They murmured amongst each other but none dared raise their voice, all at one point or an other glanced upwards where a great lion of the FireFur clan lay with his eyes closed on the ceiling completely defying gravity, with his seventeen tails waving around lazily it was clear that he was the strongest here, and no-one wanted to anger him.

Harry sighted and looked down from his perch, a large four tailed cat was looking hungrily up at him, the silver colour of its fur told Harry that it was part of the SilverStripes clan, he grinned and slowly unfurled his one large tail, the cat's eyes widened as slowly thirteen tails came into view and slunk away ears down.

"Ahem"

the word echoed thought the camber, the murmuring stopped and all eyes turned to the nine tailed badger that had spoken "I, Kuroshiro , Heir to the Grey Clan, Uniter of the Sriped clans, Guardian of Balance, have called this meeting to discuss a matter that has recently come to the Sriped Alliance"

By now most of the audience had lost their intrest, it was afterall not easy to keep a group of disintrested creatures intrested, Harry sighted but turned his attention back to Kuroshiro who hadn't paused speaking despite the lack of intrest in the audience.

"... orld of Elementals, one has vanished!" gasps ran thought the audience, but no one looked ready to do something "If nothing is done, then the other eight may vanish too, we must find out what happened! We can not allow this to happen again!"

"But what if it is a rising star?" a two tailed salamader cried out looking sligtly fearfull

"We can't just do nothing" a one tailed fox yelled "One of my clan brothers is traped there! Just because he broke a few petty rules doesn't mean that he should disapear forever!"

"Yea!" a four tailed racoon agreed "It's my little clan brother that went missing! If I had ten tails I wouldn't hesitate to go and find him!"

The room was almost equally divided between those who wanted this problem to be resolved and those that thought it would be too dangerous, most of them looked ready to fight over it.

The lion on the cieling only opened one eye, yawned and left, no longer intrested in these prociedings now that he knew what it was about. Harry looked around and relised that out of the seventeen that had come, only eleven remained... a one tailed rat slunk around the corner and took off ant a suprising speed towards the exit... now there were only ten.

"I'll go and investigate" he finaly announced to the room at large, everyone stoped their yelling and looked at him as he jumped down from his perch, thirteen tails waving magnificently behind him as he walked towards the to the exit. The meeting didn't go on for much longer after he'd left.

That night he dreamt again.

"Harry, how could you!" It was his friend Hermione, she looked at him accusingly, hands on her hips.

Ron standing next to her, was looking more uncertain than angry and hesitently interjected with "You promised you'd hear him out" only to get a glare from his wife, Hermione.

"Whoa, calm down, 'Mione" Harry told her, backing away a few steps "can you at least tell me what I did wrong before you lecture me?"

"You know perfectely well what you did!" Hermione snarled angily "Turning yourself into a monster, you are lucky I didn't imidiately tell the ministry where you were! They had your kind almost entirely exterminated and now you joined them!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Harry called out, taking a few steps back "Calling all the tails monsters is a bit harsh, and what was I to do! I was stranded, had nowhere to go!"

But for all his plea's and explenations, he could not reason with his former friend. And thoughout this all, Ron stood helpless beside her, pain clear in his eyes as he saw their friendship fall apart because of a misunderstanding.

Just because Harry could turn into a tailed beast didn't mean that he had irrevocably lost his senses.

* insert plot here *

AN: Harry turnes into a giant thirteen tailed demonic creature (flying squirrel or something else totally not-scary) travels to the Naruto Dimention/World because Shukaku dissapeared into the statue and …. does something... (didn't get that far)

Tailed beasts have an entire -behind the scenes- civilasation and social ladder with the 20-tailed beast being the king and the number of tails signify not only the amound of power they have but also their social standing... or something... yea...

-I really needed to get this out of my head, maybe now I can focus on the Archive story?-