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PROLOGUE
The Transformation
After a long struggle and countless injuries, the last spells had been shot. One spell to end it all.
Harry shot a Killing Curse at the falling Dark Lord. Voldemort shot the same curse at him. If he was going down, he was going to take his enemy with him. A true Slytherin until the end.
Exhausted and possessing barely enough energy to stand, he couldn't move as the flash of familiar green light came towards him. The Dark Lord fell with a twisted smirk.
"NO! HARRY!" His friends shouted from their positions, unadulterated horror decorating their bloody faces.
They were completely wasted from their battles. They didn't even have the energy to stand, let alone run. They couldn't possible outrun the infamous Killing Curse in their present state. They felt completely helpless, not being able to do anything but watch their friend, surrogate brother and hero stand there, unflinching as he was being sent to meet his maker.
'This is truly the end,' Harry thought as the light came closer. He closed his eyes. He was ready to die. 'I'm sorry guys.'
As the light hit him, he felt a searing pain throughout his whole body. It was nothing like he had ever felt before. It felt like forever before the pain disappeared.
"Whoever said that being killed by the Killing Curse was quick and painless needed to get shot," he growled, which much to his surprise, came out as a real growl. 'What the - ?'
He tried making a groan but what came out was a deep, throaty voice that sounded suspiciously like an adult fox growling. 'What the?!' He looked down. Where it had been two human feet was two large paws.
'Is it just me or does everything look smaller?' He thought, at the verge of panicking.
From somewhere below him, he heard various voices. It was only then that he noticed many strangely dressed people surrounding him.
"NO WAY! THAT THING'S HUGE!"
"THAT'S… !"
"WHAT?! BUT THAT'S JUST A FOLKTALE!"
Everything they were saying seemed to be amplified too, he noticed with a flinch. 'That language,' he thought. 'Is that Japanese?' If it was then he was in trouble. He didn't understand a single Japanese word.
'Shit! They're attacking!' Harry panicked. He tried to talk but it only came out as yelping. Angry yelping. This isn't good.
"Please! Wait! I'm not here to hurt anybody!" He tried to say, but it only worsened the situation. He could only try to avoid the oncoming attacks from all sides while trying to speak.
He was concentrating on this feat so much, he didn't notice a man coming towards him with an infant in his arms.
He did, however, notice the man when the man shouted something while performing a complicated set of hand signs.
The last thing he felt before surrendering to the darkness was the feeling of being sucked into something.
As Harry disappeared from sight, the man smiled sadly before he died sealing the Kyuubi.
To be continued…