Animagi
By Hekate101
A/N: I must have been tired. I was on FA Park, and misread "crow" as, well…
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Harry stared dumbly at the scrying mirror on his lap. It was blank now, only reflecting his own image, but a moment ago…
"So… what are you, Harry?"
Harry turned slowly to Ron, his best mate, a red tom cat. Hermione sat beside him, a dusty-haired pig ("They're very intelligent creatures!" she had told them briskly, quite pleased with the result.).
"Um…a…well…"
"A bird? You're a bird, right? Maybe a hawk?" Ron said.
"If it's an elk, you shouldn't feel bad, just because your father had the same form. He would be proud of you."
"Or a wolf? You've got a scar, right?"
"I…er…I'm not sure…"
"Are you embarrassed to say because it's a Magical creature? Just because I said they don't exist doesn't mean the mirror's wrong. There are myths about Merlin having multiple forms. Are you a phoenix? A thestral?"
"You fly great, though. C'mon, it's got to be a bird."
Harry felt confused, bemused. He knew what his form was, the potion had worked, the mirror had worked, it was all fine. It just…he hadn't expected…
"Or is it a snake? There are many different species of snake. Perhaps you're poisonous."
"It's fine if you're a snake, I guess. I mean, it'd be pretty cool to bite people…" The 'Like Malfoy' went unstated. "Come on, what is it?"
There was a pause.
"Harry?" Hermione asked concernedly. "Y- You have an Animagus form, don't you?"
"Yeah," he said, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. It would be hard work, but being Animagi could be useful in the war.
"So what is it?" Ron asked.
"It's…um…well…"
"Honestly, Harry, it can't be that bad!"
He looked to one side of the room, then the other, rolled his eyes and fidgeted his hands. "It's a cow, alright?"
There was a sharp silence, then a snort.
"Ron!" Hermione admonished.
"Oh, come on Hermione. Seriously. That's great. I mean…" He laughed some more.
Harry glared at him.
"What colour is it?" Hermione asked politely, ignoring Ron.
"Black and white, of course!" came amid hysterical laughter.
"It's just black," he said. Why was he friends with this prat again?
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Then there's only a few kinds of bull it could be. Bull, Ron. As in, he has horns."
Ron considered being charged by a bull and quickly sobered.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Yeah, I do, I guess." Suddenly this 'cow' thing didn't seem so terrible.
"What sort were they? Did they curve?" she asked.
"Er…no. They were straight, I guess."
"Well, there are only a few species with those specifications. Dexter, Herens, and Gloucester are most likely. Though Dexter or Herens is your best bet, I think. We can look in the library later."
The two boys stared at her.
"What? I didn't know what sort of animals we might be. I had to thoroughly research!" And then, as if she didn't think them convinced, she asked, "Do you want to hear about the reproductive cycle of the Malabar Flying Frog?"
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A/N: Please forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have created a pointless drabble. One chapter of Game Night and writing a boring essay? Yes, that is a rightful penance. Thank you, Father.