A/N - Yes, I'm still alive, and I've decided to start something new . . .we'll see how this goes. I think I have a plot, but I'm definitely not sure. This'll probably turn out to be an adventure-y thing, with a tad of R/H thrown in. Hey, Veralidaine gave her bloody cold to ME, so now I'm the one taking Sudafed and seeing what it does to my writing skills. Hmm, let's see how this effort turns out . . . please don't kill me! *achoo!* *snrk* sorry. Need more Sudafed.
Disclaimer - everything belong to JK Rowling. Yay her!
She perched silently on the ancient branch of a long forgotten tree, deep in the heart of the Forbidden Forest. She stood on one horny leg, then the next, carefully preening her glossy black plumage with her sharp yellow beak, never making a sound, simply waiting. Suddenly, a nearby bush rustled and she spread her wings to take flight, tensing her back and wing muscles as she positioned her long primary feathers for flight - and then stopped. She relaxed her tense muscles and dropped her wings to her side, calling out a throaty greeting to the newcomer. It was a red fox, a beautiful orangey-crimson with a snow-white underbelly and tip of his tail. The handsome creature had black boots on his legs and a shiny wet nose, and he stretched as he casually yapped a greeting to the small black bird. The raven spread her wings and gracefully floated down to the fox, landing on his shoulder. The fox turned his erect-eared head to face her, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a goofy grin as he affectionately licked the beautiful bird. She glared sternly back at him, annoyed at him for messing er feathers, but there was kindness in her beady stare. The bush again rustled as a slender leg poked out from the foliage. A large tawny body followed the dainty cloven hoof and finally an antlered head emerged, with gentle but very strange eyes that burned a brilliant green, a lightning shaped marking in between them. The stag was as graceful as the winds as he lowered his head to give the fox and bird a friendly nudge, as if he was saying, "Let's go!" The raven again spread her wings and took off at a fast clip, followed by the stag and then the fox. The stag took the lead and the raven dropped back to fly with the fox as they tore through the Forest, each thrilling with the joy of movement. The raven, overcome, flew straight up through the canopy, released a penetrating call, and dove through the leaves to rejoin her friends . . .
Hermione woke, a blissful smile stretched across her flushed face. (A/N - if you've read my other fluff, you'll know I'm big on dreams ^_^) She propped herself up in her bed and stared out the window at the stars, wondering what the dream had meant. She knew that she had been that raven, and the miracle of flying still had her in it's grip. The green-eyed stag could only have been Harry, and the red fox only Ron (who else could look so adorable when they grinned?). But what did it all mean? Hermione laid back against her pillows, her brow furrowed over her half-closed eyes. In the morning she thought sleepily. In the morning I'll think about animagi . . . her eyes opened wide. Animagi? Where did that word come from? She didn't have time to ponder as she fell promptly asleep.
The next morning, Hermione, Ron and Harry sought each other out.
"I've already talked to Ron," Harry started sharply, when the three of them were together. "Did you dream too? About being animagi?"
Hermione was shocked. "Yes, but I had no idea that you two had the same dream. Was it in the Forbidden Forest? And - and Harry were you a stag? And you, Ron," she suddenly blushed, remembering the affection she had felt in the dream, "You were a fox? Red with black boots?"
Ron grinned at the stammering Hermione, "Yes, and you were a black bird. A crow or something."
"A raven," Hermione answered testily. "Crows are twice as large, and they're quite unpleasant, whereas ravens are - "
"Not now Hermione," Harry stopped her wearily. "We've a lot to do if we're to become animagi."
Hermione blanched. "Animagi?" she squeaked. "Harry, do you know about the process of becoming animagi? I did a report for Professor McGonagall on it. Its really hard and only really advanced wizards can do it and it takes years of training! Why should we even do it anyway? Just because we all had a silly dream . . ." She stopped herself. She couldn't forget the sensation of flight that easily.
"Oh, come of it Hermione," said Ron, aggravated. "We can do it! Can you imagine what it'd actually be like to be a fox - or a raven? I be out dreams were only a bit of a prelude!" Ron's eyes clouded over and he suddenly got a dreamy expression on his face. It wasn't just the fox he was thinking of . . . he had felt a certain affection for Hermione too, and her returning it . . .
Harry shattered his reverie. "It's more than that," he stated quietly. "When I woke up and thought, well, how sill it would be to even attempt it, my scar hurt." He rubbed his forehead meaningfully. "I mean it really hurt whenever I had a thought against it. I think we're going to need those skills."
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance. Harry's scar only hurt when You-know-who was feeling very vicious or was very near. Perhaps the scar was warning them that they would need it in order to fight You-know-who . . .
Harry seemed to read their thoughts. "If we need to become animagi in order to beat Voldemort," Ron and Hermione cringed at the name, "then I'll do whatever it takes to do it. I figure with the help of the top student in the school," he quirked an eyebrow at Hermione, who looked hastily at the floor, "we should be able to do it by the end of the year!"
Hermione looked up, startled. "The end of the year?" She cried, astonished. Although it was still the beginning of their first term, the goal of the end of their fifth year was unthinkable! It took advanced wizards years of study, and sometimes even they couldn't learn at all. But if they needed it to beat You-know-who . . . she saw Harry and Rom giving her puppy-dog eyes.
Bursting out laughing, Hermione agreed. "Okay, I'm in. Animagi by the end of the year. We'll probably need it."
The three all shook on it and the boys left Hermione to go to Divination. On her way up the stairs to Arithmancy, Hermione shook her head. "How on earth are we going to do this?"
A/N - what do you think? I think this will turn out to be a series! Yay! My first real one! Please please please please r/r!!!!
Disclaimer - everything belong to JK Rowling. Yay her!
She perched silently on the ancient branch of a long forgotten tree, deep in the heart of the Forbidden Forest. She stood on one horny leg, then the next, carefully preening her glossy black plumage with her sharp yellow beak, never making a sound, simply waiting. Suddenly, a nearby bush rustled and she spread her wings to take flight, tensing her back and wing muscles as she positioned her long primary feathers for flight - and then stopped. She relaxed her tense muscles and dropped her wings to her side, calling out a throaty greeting to the newcomer. It was a red fox, a beautiful orangey-crimson with a snow-white underbelly and tip of his tail. The handsome creature had black boots on his legs and a shiny wet nose, and he stretched as he casually yapped a greeting to the small black bird. The raven spread her wings and gracefully floated down to the fox, landing on his shoulder. The fox turned his erect-eared head to face her, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a goofy grin as he affectionately licked the beautiful bird. She glared sternly back at him, annoyed at him for messing er feathers, but there was kindness in her beady stare. The bush again rustled as a slender leg poked out from the foliage. A large tawny body followed the dainty cloven hoof and finally an antlered head emerged, with gentle but very strange eyes that burned a brilliant green, a lightning shaped marking in between them. The stag was as graceful as the winds as he lowered his head to give the fox and bird a friendly nudge, as if he was saying, "Let's go!" The raven again spread her wings and took off at a fast clip, followed by the stag and then the fox. The stag took the lead and the raven dropped back to fly with the fox as they tore through the Forest, each thrilling with the joy of movement. The raven, overcome, flew straight up through the canopy, released a penetrating call, and dove through the leaves to rejoin her friends . . .
Hermione woke, a blissful smile stretched across her flushed face. (A/N - if you've read my other fluff, you'll know I'm big on dreams ^_^) She propped herself up in her bed and stared out the window at the stars, wondering what the dream had meant. She knew that she had been that raven, and the miracle of flying still had her in it's grip. The green-eyed stag could only have been Harry, and the red fox only Ron (who else could look so adorable when they grinned?). But what did it all mean? Hermione laid back against her pillows, her brow furrowed over her half-closed eyes. In the morning she thought sleepily. In the morning I'll think about animagi . . . her eyes opened wide. Animagi? Where did that word come from? She didn't have time to ponder as she fell promptly asleep.
The next morning, Hermione, Ron and Harry sought each other out.
"I've already talked to Ron," Harry started sharply, when the three of them were together. "Did you dream too? About being animagi?"
Hermione was shocked. "Yes, but I had no idea that you two had the same dream. Was it in the Forbidden Forest? And - and Harry were you a stag? And you, Ron," she suddenly blushed, remembering the affection she had felt in the dream, "You were a fox? Red with black boots?"
Ron grinned at the stammering Hermione, "Yes, and you were a black bird. A crow or something."
"A raven," Hermione answered testily. "Crows are twice as large, and they're quite unpleasant, whereas ravens are - "
"Not now Hermione," Harry stopped her wearily. "We've a lot to do if we're to become animagi."
Hermione blanched. "Animagi?" she squeaked. "Harry, do you know about the process of becoming animagi? I did a report for Professor McGonagall on it. Its really hard and only really advanced wizards can do it and it takes years of training! Why should we even do it anyway? Just because we all had a silly dream . . ." She stopped herself. She couldn't forget the sensation of flight that easily.
"Oh, come of it Hermione," said Ron, aggravated. "We can do it! Can you imagine what it'd actually be like to be a fox - or a raven? I be out dreams were only a bit of a prelude!" Ron's eyes clouded over and he suddenly got a dreamy expression on his face. It wasn't just the fox he was thinking of . . . he had felt a certain affection for Hermione too, and her returning it . . .
Harry shattered his reverie. "It's more than that," he stated quietly. "When I woke up and thought, well, how sill it would be to even attempt it, my scar hurt." He rubbed his forehead meaningfully. "I mean it really hurt whenever I had a thought against it. I think we're going to need those skills."
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance. Harry's scar only hurt when You-know-who was feeling very vicious or was very near. Perhaps the scar was warning them that they would need it in order to fight You-know-who . . .
Harry seemed to read their thoughts. "If we need to become animagi in order to beat Voldemort," Ron and Hermione cringed at the name, "then I'll do whatever it takes to do it. I figure with the help of the top student in the school," he quirked an eyebrow at Hermione, who looked hastily at the floor, "we should be able to do it by the end of the year!"
Hermione looked up, startled. "The end of the year?" She cried, astonished. Although it was still the beginning of their first term, the goal of the end of their fifth year was unthinkable! It took advanced wizards years of study, and sometimes even they couldn't learn at all. But if they needed it to beat You-know-who . . . she saw Harry and Rom giving her puppy-dog eyes.
Bursting out laughing, Hermione agreed. "Okay, I'm in. Animagi by the end of the year. We'll probably need it."
The three all shook on it and the boys left Hermione to go to Divination. On her way up the stairs to Arithmancy, Hermione shook her head. "How on earth are we going to do this?"
A/N - what do you think? I think this will turn out to be a series! Yay! My first real one! Please please please please r/r!!!!