The First Cut Is the Deepest
By The Night is My Friend
I own nothing except the plot.
Chapter One
Bold- memory
CRASH!! Snape growled and turned around to see a very frightened Neville Longbottom standing over a spilled potion, he was more terrified by the fact that some of the potion had splashed onto professor Snape than the fact that it had spilt.
"LONGBOTTOM! DETENTION AND 50," but stopped short. Severus's insides twisted, growing then shrinking again. His face turned hard and slightly green and he muttered barely audible that the class was dismissed. He turned and went to his private room's bathroom and was sick in the toilet.
"It's all right Neville, I'm sure he'll be fine," said Hermione kindly to a hysterical Neville. Harry was confused, when Snape had looked like he was going to be sick Harry had felt his insides twisting and a great pain and now he could feel Neville's butterfly filled stomach and terror. Harry knew that he had some special powers but reading another's feelings was not one he wanted to have. He was aware of Ron talking but he couldn't make out the words, the world started blurring and Harry stopped walking, there was a strange whispering, Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he heard,
"Harry? Are you ok?" from Ron then he knew no more.
"Severus? Are you in here?" asked the soft kind voice of Albus Dumbledore. Severus groaned,
"Leave me alone" and turned over in the soft bed in his room.
"What's wrong Severus?" asked Albus concerned. The potions master climbed out of bed and Albus gasped, a man with long pink hair stood next to the bed.
"What happened?!" cried Dumbledore horror struck, and the Snape started the story of Neville's spilt potion.
"Mr. Potter I'm afraid we have grave news, the Dursleys have been murdered," Professor McGonagall told Harry, he stood stunned but the bell rang and he had to go to potions. 30 seconds through potions however the door burst open and Fudge burst in, with many arors,
"Minister what is all of this about!" yelled Snape over the sound of his students screaming as Dementors came into the potions classroom.
"I am taking Potter in for the murder of the Dursleys!" replied Fudge as the Dementors grabbed Harry
"I DIDN'T KILL THEM!" Harry sobbed as his mother's screams filled his head
"Harry? Harry, are you ok?" asked Ron as Harry woke screaming.
"Was it the dream again?" asked Hermione, Harry had been having this dream for weeks. He nodded.
"Harry I need you to go to class, the heat must have made you pass out" said Madam Pomfrey as she walked in. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked down the hall, it was potions next.
"Mr. Potter I'm afraid we have grave news, the Dursleys have been murdered," said McGonagall gravely. Ron and Hermione gazed at Harry wide eyed and Harry muttered softly,
"The dream" Ron and Hermione sprinted away realizing that it was already time for potions but Harry stood stunned. A few minutes later he walked to the dungeons in a daze.
"Mr. Potter, how kind of you to join us" sneered Snape
"50 points from Gryffindor and a detention at 9:00 tonight, now sit down"
"I'm afraid I can't make it tonight" said Harry coldly and the teacher exploded in anger,
"And why not?!"
"I'm afraid the dream is coming true, they'll be here soon" the students looked at Harry as if he was mad, all except Ron and Hermione that is. Just as Harry said this the doors burst open and Dementors grabbed Harry's arms. The Dementors took Harry to the great hall and all the teachers were there.
"Any last words Potter?" growled Fudge. The teachers were looking at him as if he was dirt,
"Remember headmaster, remember that you are sending an innocent man to hell, think of Sirius, and what you did to him, you have condemned two men now to live the remainder of their life in hell, you all have. Sefore hasa forkaner gontade!" The last bit was parsel mouth for, you will regret it. The teachers all looked taken aback and Harry was going to say more but Fudge nodded and the Dementors apparated to a small cell heavily guarded by Dementors.
Harry woke up and instantly wished he hadn't as screams filled his head. He glanced around at a dark stone cell and shuddered as graceful dark shapes of dementors glided past his cell. The world began to spin and Harry passed out.
The days past much like the first except each time he was able to stay awake a while longer. Four days later Harry noticed writing on the wall... written in blood. There was so much of it. Harry found that reading helped him focus blocking out the sound of his mother screaming.
To all innocent who come after me there is always hope. Never give up! There will be someone who knows the truth, somebody will care! There will be at least one, dead or alive that knows and still loves you, whether friend or foe they will know. Written by an innocent man – Sirius Black
There were many others but this one gave him hope, this was the only one who was innocent and this message from Harry's godfather made him full of hope but after three years that hope was gone. By the fifth year Harry just sat in a dark corner hugging his knees to his chest. He sat muttering to himself,
"I'm innocent, I'm innocent. Ha! Don't kid yourself, you're a good for nothing murderer! No, no, that's not true! Murderer! No! No! No!" Harry rocked back and forth before falling asleep. When he woke up he crawled to the wall and read Sirius' words again. Determination flared inside him, not hope, never hope but enough determination to keep him alive.
"I must leave here. Ha! You are and always will be a murderer that everyone hates!" Harry covered his ears,
"I'm not listening! Don't be a fool! SHUT UP!" Harry cried.
"I'll show you, you just wait and see." It was then that Harry decided that he would become an animagus.
Relax, let your feelings and instincts take over. Let your muscles relax and don't think of anything.
Harry took deep breaths and relaxed, in, and out, in, and out.
Once you are relaxed your creature should appear in your minds eye.
Harry saw a little fox, then an otter, and then a hawk, then a wolf, on and on they went, animal after animal.
Very rarely there are people called shape-shifters, they can change into any animal they want, they are metamorphi but with animals as well as humans. If you see many animals you are a shape-shifter.
Wow, Harry thought. He had read the Book of Animagi by Lilly Evans and James Potter in the summer; it had been a birthday present from Lupin. Harry had memorized the contents.
To become a form you must see it in your mind, you must focus on it, pull it closer and embrace it. Open your eyes and see if it worked, don't worry if it didn't just try again.
Harry followed the steps and looked down at himself, he was a fox like he had pictured. He realized that his mother's screams had turned into whispers in his mind.
To return to your real body do the same thing but with your true form, if you are a shape-shifter then the form you were born in as you don't have a true form.
Simple enough. Harry was soon a human again. He changed to a lot of different forms and each time he tried he got it quicker and quicker until he could change in a heartbeat. In the end he settled as a fox and curled up and went to sleep.
End of Chapter One
Sorry its not that long, the next one will be here soon.