I own nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don't mind me JKR. You're making all the money.
Harry whined quietly as he lay on his stomach, incredibly confused. If you would've told him he would become the first winged wolf animagus in history, he would've told you you were out of your mind. He would have been even more adamant about you being crazy if you would've said he would become the familiar of one auror. Nymphadora Tonks. Yet here he was. On a dog bed. In her flat. Very confused, but so very happy.
Now…how did I get into this mess?
He found himself thinking one day. Well…might as well start from the beginning. Shockingly enough, this all started on a mission. A rather electrifying missiion.