Animangi
We all saw their patronuses. Now, we get to see their true animal forms.
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Harry
realized with a warm fondness that his father had been a full, brown buck as well. Now he was one. His fur glimmered with sweat from running so fast (it was his first instinct when he realized what he was), and he could feel his breath coming from his nostrils in soft, shallow gasps. He ran, feeling a smile spread in only in his mind. His animal lips wouldn't stretch that way. He ran, searching for the red hair that he knew to be
Ron
was staring happily down at his new figure. He was a large, brown Labrador, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his paws large and furry. He could not recall a time where he had felt more free, more alive and happy than he was now. Along with the freedom came other emotions as well, such as a fierce loyalty to his friends. Harry, who had always been there for him, and
Hermione
could only worry as she stared down at her body. Her own body. How had this happened? One moment she was staring into the mirror, brushing her hair down her back, and then the brush had dropped and she had shrunk. She looked into the mirror at herself. She was an otter with glossy brown fur and full, chocolate brown eyes. She stared at herself in the mirror as she pinched her soft belly, turning around in the mirror with a few waddles in a circle. She turned around, coming face-to-face with
Ginny
still refused to get used to her body. It was so huge! Although she could feel grace and elegance and a fierce fire in her veins, she couldn't feel her own feet. They were large hooves, the size of her human head, with a rich red fur running up along her legs. It was shockingly scary to see, watching her hooves clack along the stone as she went to find
Luna
could do nothing but hop continually. She could not have asked for a better way to spend her day. Her rich white fur was so soft, so warm, she could hardly imagine anything quite as rich. Her eyes shone blue in the reflection of the lake, her ears tall and pink, as if they had just been freshly born onto her head. She turned from the lake, hopping once again in another direction. Her eyes scanned the grounds, finding no one but a single boy
Neville
could not comprehend what had happened. The elegance he felt was so much greater than just minutes ago. His fur was a deep golden color, ruffling out in a full, golden mane at his neck and chest. He was a fierce lion, the very symbol of Gryffindor himself. He suddenly understood what it felt like to be brave, to be fierce, and to hold such honesty so close to his heart. He shook his mane proudly, turning on great paws to face
Draco
felt small and insignificant. Never before had he felt so powerless, so vulnerable, in all his life. Money could not buy him into power now…he was a tiny, silly white ferret that had a nose for trouble and business that wasn't his own. It was what he had felt his whole life, yet now it was magnified ten fold.
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I just did the characters that popped into my head at the time. I tried to stay true to those patronus forms I remembered (yes, I know Ron's was a Jack Russel Terrier, but a lab seemed more loyal), and made up those that I couldn't remember. I loved Neville's, because it showed just how brave he really was. And Malfoy…well, we all knew he was a ferret from the day he was mentioned in writing! Ah, silly little nosy boy…
Let me know if you want me to do any other people, and I will do another chapter. I'm happy to do anyone!
~Alien
P.S. Voldemort is a snake, obviously. Let me know if I should do him, too.