Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters and setting and almost everything else in this bitching story. I'm just manipulating them.
The golden trio awoke slowly from their stupors. Rubbing their eyes as they blinking at the dust in the bedroom.
Ron was the first to speak.
"Apparently, I'm a red fox."
Hermione snorted, "That makes sense, I'm a roan horse."
"Roan? 'mione, what the hell is roan?" Ron asked.
"It's a more reddish version of my hair, I guess." Hermione supplied.
There was a moment of silence as the two friends stared expectantly at Harry. The raven haired boy stared silently back for a few moments before wispering,
"I don't have a form."
Even Hermione was speechless. This was unheard of, every witch and wizard had within them an animagus form. Some didn't have the strength or will to transform into their inner beast, but everyone had a form. I mean, that just didn't add up. Everyone knew that Harry was powerful. He had the magic from his mothers protection, the magic he sucked out of Voldemort as a baby, and also his inner courage and willpower and raw magic. It just didn't make sense that Harry Potter wouldn't have a form.
"But, Harry… we brewed the potion correctly, I mean, the Animagus Revealing Potion is complex but I took precise notes on all of our actions, the potion should have been entirely correct."
"Hermione, I'm not doubting your potion skills. I'm just telling you what I saw, white space."
"Just white space, Harry? Nothing else?"
"Nothing else, unless you count the howling wind."
Hermione did take into account the howling wind, but she chose not to tell Harry this at the time being, not wishing to alarm him further. Hermione looked over at Ron, who had remained silent during the whole exchange, staring wide eyed at his best friend of 6 years, wondering what in Merlin's name this wizarding world was coming to.
"Come on Ron, lets give Harry some privacy." And the two friends shuffled out of Harry's room at Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
Just wind. White space and wind and tomorrow would be Harry's 17th birthday. Tomorrow, Harry, Ron and Hermione were planning on beginning the stages to transformation into their animagus forms. Maybe Harry could transform into wind and blow away from all this confusion inside his head.
As the three members of the golden trio lay down in their respective beds that night, each was consumed with vastly different thoughts. Ron, concern for his best friend, and himself for having such a ridiculously unmanly form. Hermione already riddling out this newest puzzle, wind for an animagus form? There had to be something behind that. And Harry, stressing as usual as to what the repercussions of this newest development would be. Dragging Harry further and further away from the normalcy he so desperately sought.