Just thought I should post something, since it's going to be quite a while before I start putting up my Inheritance Powder story. At the moment this is just a one shot, since I couldn't really think of where I would go with this particular plot twist. So, here's a little snippet on just what might happen if Harry managed to become an Animagus over the summer hols.
A Furry Problem
It is a well known fact that any equation involving boys, plus small critter, is bound to end badly. Especially for the critter.
It was for this particular reason that one Harry Potter found himself fleeing for his life with a not so metaphorical tail between his legs.
Small furry ears twitched as Harry raced across the freshly mown lawn, his larger than life cousin Dudley Dursley hot on his trail. In the boy's large pudgy hand sat something that made Harry's blood run cold.
Firecrackers.
Dudley really was turning out to be a grade A sociopath.
"Dammit, it's getting away!" Dudley huffed, steadily falling farther behind the rest of his gang as they pursued their target.
"Don't worry big D. I'll get it!" Piers Polkiss made a desperate lunge towards the escapee, noticing too late the white picket fence.
Harry made it through the small hole under the fence just as Polkiss experienced a face to wood reunion.
Harry 1, Sub-human morons nil.
With Dudley's gang on one side of the fence and him on the other, Harry knew this was his chance to put some distance between them. Certainly long enough to find some bushes to hide in or something of the sort.
He hustled as fast as his little legs could carry him, eyes peeled for a hideout and ears at attention in case those morons grew a brain cell between them and figured out that they would be better off backtracking than trying to jump the fence.
On his search, a cracked shard of mirror propped against the wall of a house caught his eye.
Why did this have to happen to him? What god did he manage to royally piss off? Harry could only wonder at his current predicament as he stared at his reflection.
A small body, no bigger than one of Dudley's fists, covered in short black fur, save for a small jagged spot of white on his forehead, and a pair of brilliant green eyes.
A hamster. A small, furry little hamster.
No one could ever find out about this. He'd never hear the end of it!