A/N: Ok, so I would like to say thank you to those reading and put down some ground rules for this story. Number One: There will be no boy/boy or any romance in this at all.
Second: The crossover is only with my OC and nothing more from the Harry Potter World.
Tres: This is going to be in first person but I might add third person later if needed.
That's done!
Now the Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. ANY and ALL characters, places, etc. in both works belong to their owners. I'm only here telling a interesting story that has never been done before.
My sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was just like any other. Spending my days at the school as a student, doing homework and essays.
Regretfully, I was usually by myself often. As a muggleborn, some people didn't like me. The other reason was that as a part of Ravenclaw; seclusion happened often in the house of book worms.
I didn't really expect to make friends at the school, so I never went out of my way to get any. While most people thought I was spending time studying, I was really looking up different spells and researching them. I for one liked elemental spells.
They were powerful, if done correctly, and had many advantages when combined with other spells in a chain. I wasn't a fan of dueling though, so I didn't really practice nor could I even if I wanted to. School rules of no magic between classes after all.
Being muggle-born I grew up with some crazy ideas on magic. All the shows on tv and fictional books made finding out magic was real the coolest thing ever.
Being born a few years before the twenty century, I got to enjoy the beauty of taking the ideas of magic from those shows.
I had many ideas, and even spent most of my first year trying to recreate some of them. It was only after nights in my room, after everyone fell asleep, that I learned that 99% of my plans to become some kind of all power god were shattered. The whole, "Bow down to me for my name is Jeremiah! Hahaha!" To bad that didn't happen.
As I found out, magic has certain rules. There are different classes, like Transfiguration, where you must obey the rules or end up dead. Which didn't set well with me.
My first few years at the school I gained the basic knowledge as expected. Plus some of the stuff I was studying about elemental magic. Though none of it was perfect. I wasn't the smartest Ravenclaw, but just good enough to do okay.
I ended up making my first few friends during those years at Hogwarts. They were great to be around but other than the same classes we didn't do much together.
I was a loner, I knew that, and it didn't bother me. In fact it made everything easier during my sixth year.
It was toward the end of February when I decided to go through with my plan. I just didn't expect that so much would change because of it.
Flash Back
I ignored the other students as I walked the halls. It was close to dinner time but I figured I could skip it. My fellow Ravenclaws never asked me about why I wasn't eating dinner every other day. It would be bad if they found out what I was going to finish tonight.
I walked in the second girl's bathroom. No one ever comes in here, but to be sure I wasn't disturbed I put a silencing charm on the doorway.
Luckily for me, Myrtle was minding her own business and left after being asked to.
For about two weeks I had been working on this plan every other night. Coming down to the bathroom to work. Then head to bed after everyone else were out like a light.
I had been planning and researching all year for tonight. I looked at the notebook and the four books I brought with me. They had everything I needed. They were mostly about different runes and the magic or use for each symbol. The last book was called, "Animagus Transformation."
After finding the books in the library, the latter in the restricted section, I decided to go with my plan on becoming an animagus.
As per the book's instructions I read the correct chants and focused my magic. It was getting hard, no wonder the book warned about doing it. I was sweating, trying to focus on keeping my human mind, but also let my magic transform me. My hazel eyes were bloodshot and my light brown hair was getting soaked. The throb of my eyes, and my want to ich them told me I was overworking myself.
Ten minutes had already passed and I was on the verge of passing out. The pull of my magic started becoming too much. I could already feel the changes in my body, but it was slow.
Gritting my teeth, I stood up from the ground and faltered to my bag. I tried desperately to focus on my magic core and have it spread through my body. Grabbing the bag, I dumped what was in it on the floor.
Feeling the change in my body speeding up I got to work. Copying the runes from my notebook on the floor was easy with chalk. I only had to do four in total, but each one was important.
Each rune was different, but together they would connect magicly with me at the epicenter. After reading my three books I memorized four runes that all shared the same thing in common: transference.
All four would take the magic in the floor, at least the magical energy in the bathroom, and send it to a focal point. That point being me, and the numerous dead magic snakes at my feet.
The snakes were the most important. Using snakes as a medium for the magic was cursual. I hoped that instead of my magic's prefered animal, I could pick my animagus transformation.
I wasn't an idiot though. I knew from the book that you couldn't just pick your animal. My magic was set to whatever one fit me the best, so I hoped that overpowering the transformation with the magic currently in the castle would work. Plus I already brewed the animagus viewing potion. Being a huge fish is cool, but what use am I as a big Bass?
On that thought using magic from Hogwarts itself wasn't unheard of. The stone knights along the halls could be controlled by long term staff and the Headmaster, so it lead to the idea of using magic from the school.
Not wanting to get lost in thought I focused on the chalk runes. Each glowed as I felt overwhelming power coming into me. I chanted in my head, 'Thin. Small. Slithery. Tiny.'
My magic was spinning and fluxing as I started to shrink. My vision grew clearer as I felt the odd sensation of my spine extruding, becoming longer.
My body accelerated and in seconds I didn't feel human. In fact, I was about the same size of the dead snakes. I gulped in disgust when I got a closer look at the dead animals. At this size they were sprawled out on the floor, surrounding me. It was a little unnerving to be honest.
I took a moment to bathe in my victory. I had done something that others said was impossible. There were risks, like being stuck in this form or losing yourself but as far as I could tell I was fine.
It did kinda annoy me that I couldn't even see what I looked like but I didn't have a mirror. I also realized that my wand must have dropped and rolled away. It wasn't amongst the pile of dead snakes that surrounded me.
"He didn't come to dinner again."
"He might have headed up to the Ravenclaw common room. We both know how much he likes to study. Or at least read."
"Ya…. I guess you right. How about you head up there and I'll check in here."
"Ok, but don't get caught well ya. It's already past curfew and the Slytherins are up to something. Everyone's on edge with the game in a few days."
Snapping my head to the entrance to the bathroom I cursed. Why was it tonight that people were searching for me?!
I watched carefully, hoping that pile of dead snakes would keep me hidden. I was banking that whoever came in would run off to get a teacher. Allowing me to transform, get my wand and stuff, and get the hell out of here.
The footsteps got louder, then suddenly stopped. Now doubt that whoever come in was startled by the mess. A pile of blooded snakes on the floor would do that to anybody.
Getting a peek I saw Josh Chang, a fifth year student, and the closest of my two friends. Like his mom, the teen had black hair and brown eyes. I mentally cursed. Josh was terrified of snakes.
I met him during my second year at Hogwarts. The first year back then was sorted into Ravenclaw like I had been. Having to partner up for classes I learned a lot about Josh, and right now I never felt anything more terrifying. A shiver went all the way down my spine as I looked at his eyes.
The normal brown eyes were shrunk back, quivering in fear.
I grimaced, remembering the wizard killing a snake on my lawn when he came over during last summer. The sight of a snake being chopped to death with a lawn mower was funny at the time.
Josh slowly raised his wand at the pile of dead snakes. If I hurried I could get to my wand a few feet away. It was still in the circle of Runes. I could make it. I could make it!
"Incendio!"
Josh's words came out as the fifth year panicked at seeing a live snake.
I looked to see a ball of fire come at me dead center. The flame hit me… burning me…. killing me. I was being burned alive. Only a foot away from my wand.
Was I really going to die due to a misunderstanding? By my closest friend at that? I wanted to curse, in fact I'm sure it came out in a hiss. I had so much going for me. I couldn't die here, I wasn't. I WASN'T!
The runes glowed, flooding me with magic. My soul filled with energy the castle gave me. I screamed as I burnt to ash, while my soul was filling with energy.
The last thing I saw was Josh's eyes. They held so much triumph. My last thought, was that how proud I was that he could work up the courage to even fire a spell.
End Flashback
The first thing I felt was the heat. It was like an oven surrounded me. No waves or spikes in temperature, but a constant feeling.
I wasn't suited for it. Being taught in a magic castle that had no modern heating made you get use to the feeling of chilled air. Most if not all the students used warming charms in the dorms and in classrooms. There was no way for this type of heat to be in the castle. Many wizards would have to be circling me completely for this type of effect. Not to mention that warming charms often come out in waves, not this… whatever it was.
Maybe if I could see something?
...
Nope. Natta. Shit out of luck. My first thought was that I was blind, but that couldn't be. I could still make out stuff. It was just that certain things were darker than others.
I tried to rub my eyes, but no feeling came. Did have any arms?
The thought made me panic, I couldn't see, and now I'm an amputee! If someone could see me I was sure watching me flail around was enjoyable.
I calmed down a little bit later. As a good Ravenclaw I needed to act like one. Which meant getting all the facts before acting like a stupid Gryffindor and work out my problems correctly.
Figuring out how I found myself like this was my best bet. I couldn't remember much. That was the first clue that something bad happened. Then the only thing I could clearly remember was my spell working. Turning into a snake like thing. Well, I just assumed, but I did let out a hiss so I had hope at least.
My blurred memories got hazier next. Until red hot pain make me wince. I shivered at the thought of that pain. My first thought was fire, or something akin to it. As only a spell of fire magic would leave me thinking if my skin was still burning.
I tried sniffing, but only got the scent of blood. Whether it was mine or not I couldn't tell.
My next thought was my form.
I was successful, because I didn't have any arms or legs at the moment. I couldn't feel them or see them in the darkness. Instead I felt extremely slim, and flexible. Through the tube on my belly was new. I chalked it up to a weird magic IV at the infirmary of the school.
Then why would I be in almost absolute darkness? Wouldn't the nurse see that I was awake? Even if I was in my non human form, why did it feel like I was in water?
Was it even possible for me to get so badly burned and live? Apparently, as I wouldn't be here right now. In this… tank…. or something that was keeping me alive.
My thoughts went elsewhere. I had absolutely no knowledge of healing magic. It wasn't my favorite subject or related to elemental magic so I never looked into it. If the wizards and witches had a tank of healing liquid, then good for them. I could at least feel like Mewtwo from Pokemon The First Movie.
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Some Time Later
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I woke up to darkness again. It was often that I fell asleep and woke up some unknown time latter. I started to do this frequently as there was no concept of time for me. In fact the only thing I could hear was muffled whispers. They were the only indication of how long I had been in here.
I couldn't make out anything that was being said of course. It was at the very least a calming feeling. Knowing that someone was out there. It made me feel less agitated.
I couldn't really do anything in the darkness so I just swam. It wasn't as if I could go to far, as I was sure the tube on my belly was short. My guess was to allow moment, but it was not long enough to allow me to hit the walls of this cage. Although I could swim a bunch to pass the time.
I had spent a good amount of time doing just that. It didn't take long for me to discover I wasn't the only thing in what I dubbed, The Prison.
Shockingly, what was with me was soft. I touched it a few times and found out it was alive. Like my tube, it had the same smell. The smell of blood was thick around it. I prodded it with my tail.
Not seeing any reaction due to the darkness, I figured it would do something, like make a sound. Instead it slightly moved, but nothing else after that was kind of disappointing.
For now I left the huge soft thing alone. I didn't want to kill myself if it was really important and I somehow messed with it.
Cycles of sleeping, planning, wondering, and checking the big object were my life now.
I prodded the object again and again, getting a slightly better reaction each time. It would jolt, or move, but nothing else. I wanted to explore it more, but the thought of wrapping my own tube around it didn't sound pleasant.
Another countless number of times of waking up and falling back to sleep in the dark prison happened to the point I was on the edge of cutting my own tube.
I just couldn't figure out why no one would let me out.
I didn't feel hurt. I felt healthy, but in my animagus form of course.
The heat and darkness were nothing compared to my boredom. If I could, I would attempt to escape, but my magic wouldn't respond. It was beyond my reach, at least until I could use it in this form to do a spell. However, for that I needed to train and practice. Which I couldn't for fear of injuring or killing myself.
Boredom soon became my hated enemy. I had even gotten to the point that all I did was sleep. Surely the healers in the hospital would wake me up when they thought I was ready to leave? Or give me something to make things move along faster. Even talking to someone was better than just staring in the darkness. I really wanted to hear something I could understand.
Speaking of, I turned my head to the sound of whispers outside. I still couldn't make out anything - 'damn' - but they seemed more than usual.
Over time I had learned that people were outside. At first it was a relief, but soon it became an annoyance that I could hear them fairly well, but never understanding the muffled sounds. I normally only heard one or two voice, but today I could was hearing a lot more than any other time before.
My hope was shining for the first time in a long time. So long without understanding another's voice was getting to me. I was pretty sure I was wagging away like a dog. Being a snake I sort of had a tail.
Then like lightning... I caught the feeling of a Dementor. The soul suckers with long black cloaks and skeletal hands that punish all who oppose them.
I think I hissed in fear, as I felt energy... lots of it. Were the people outside going to feed my soul to a Dementor? Were they going to kill me for doing an animagus transformation. 'I hadn't done anything wrong!'
Then the feeling of insanity and blood lust pushed my fear to all out high. Instantly, I knew it wasn't a damn Dementor or even a group of them. They creatures made you depressed and turned the air cold. This... was boiling madness and hate. Topped with the amount of energy, made me about to pass out in fear.
Over time I had gotten accustomed to the heat. For a cold blooded animal as a snake like myself, I loved the warmth it brought. I felt comfortable in my watery prison. It was like a hot tub, and I could stay in it for a very long time without getting hurt. However, the heat wasn't only one thing I got accustomed to.
The feeling of that energy had been in here with me ever since it I felt it for the first time. I could slightly feel the bloodlust, but it was weakened. It didn't bother me, but that entity was alive and that was unsettling. It felt distant, but it spoke wonders that anything of kind of power was able to be kept in check. As in not killing me or tearing me apart just for the hell of it.
Often at times I wondered if it was going to spike up again, but it never did. During my time awake I guessed that my body was getting use to its power. I no longer shivered when thinking about it. Or clamping up in fear. Instead I grew to actually like the feeling. Not the madness or insanity, but the sheer power it held.
I thought of my time as a wizard and my last moments in the castle as well as most of my classes. Nothing that I read gave off that amount of power. There were no magical dragons or creatures like it. That in itself was troubling.
I asked myself if the Ministry was using me for some experiment. Putting me in darkness where I can't see. Then adding that energy to make me get used to it or test their success in containing the entity. Using me as a lab rat to see if I get affected by the insanity.
My only problem with the theory was that everybody would know about the energy. It has enough power to make even a person like Voldemort run away. Plus I had little hope for the future at this rate so I could only guess the worst.
That thing couldn't be hidden that well so no matter what they were doing to me it was top secret and few probably knew about it. I was stuck as a snake at the moment, so I didn't know how I would be useful.
I was a Ravenclaw so I had my brain. I could think of a few reason as to why me.
People might think I'm dead after a friend's spell hit me. Or an amungus was what they needed for this kind of magical experiment. Whatever the case, someone was behind it. A power like that couldn't be kept secret for long, and I'm sure whatever this is, it's illegal.
And if it was illegal, then I just needed to by my time, get out, and think of my next plan of action. A Ravenclaw always has a plan after all.
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To say that I was in the highest of spirits when I woke up would be a lie. I hissed out a curse as I curled up in pain. It felt like I was tossed around by lots of movement.
"Ow!"
My snake body hit the object as another jerking sensation happened. I winced, no doubt I had a bruise now.
Something weird started happening as I could tell that the liquid in the chamber was draining away. Confused, I looked around, but still couldn't see. This was the first time anything new had happened in a while. To say I was excited was an understatement.
I'd been stuck in this horrible place for far too long. Not talking with anyone (when at Hogwarts I at least attempted to say hi to other students) was taking it's toll. Right now I was in a mix of joy and confusion. I was happy for something, anything, to happen. Although I didn't understand why now? Ideas like being experimented on or if it was really me they were taking out of this jail came to mind. For all I knew, the wizards decided to let only the living object leave and not me.
It seemed to be the source of the vile energy after all. It didn't bother me like before, but I could still feel it. That power that was placed into the object beside me.
Were they done with it? What type of magic were the Ministry or dark wizards experimenting with?
Then the final question came to mind. Am I going to be left here in the darkness? The thought actually made me choke up. Yeah the heat for my cold blooded veins was good, and at least I didn't need to eat or go to the bathroom. In fact the only problem was the darkness and solitude.
I had been bored much too often in this damn place to count. I really, really, didn't want to stay here.
I thought it was better to take a chance then be trapped and forgotten. Now knowing my fate, I bit off the tube like thing on my belly. It was flimsy, and surprisingly easy to bite through. Now free, I made my way over to my fellow prisoner.
For the first time I realized just how big it was. I knew it was alive, but not seeing anything and hearing nothing from it I had always guessed that it was in some form of sleep. I guessed a dragon, but wasn't to sure, so I called it an object many times. It did hold that strange energy after all. Much like a jar of insane dementors rather than creepy ones.
At this point I could hear loud voices, but still couldn't make anything out. It sounded like grunting. As we were being pushed out of the darkness I realized that if I got spotted, they could kill me or throw me right back in. Being alone this time though, knowing nothing was with me, would force me to madness.
I slithered about the creature, hoping to find a place to hide. I didn't think the mouth would go to well as one swallow or chew could kill me. If this was a dragon, which I hoped it was given it's size, I thought of the wing. I could slither into its folds and be comply hidden.
My hope was to find it quickly, but the damn task was taking forever. Truly I didn't know much about what was going on, but I felt like I was running out of time.
Eventually, I found a hole. I knew it wasn't the mouth but my guess was an ear, or a very undesired location. It didn't matter as I thought what the hell and just went for it. As long as they didn't know where I was, I could hide in the dragon if only to save my life.
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After several moments of holding my breath I felt the warmth that I had gotten accustomed to leave… and with it so was the darkness.
It hurt my eyes, but I endured to see my surroundings. To know who kept me prisoner for so long was my driving force. I wanted to know how they saved my live form Josh's spell, and what that energy was.
However my need to hide and stay alive kept me still and quiet. The questions could wait... I could wait… until I was safe at least.
It took some time to adjust to the bright light. As my sight cleared, my sense of smell and even hearing came into focus. The first thing I noticed something was wrong was through my tongue. As a snake, I could taste the air, unlike with a nose, tasting the scents in the air gave me some answers and even more questions.
The first thing I noticed was the smell of waste. Which proved that where I was not in the ear like I hoped. It was unnerving to think I was in between a dragon's cheeks and tail. I became horrified when I realized something else.
I didn't see a tail, or scales at all. In fact the skin was pale and soft, not hard as rock. Plus the scent of a human I was getting with my tongue scared me. My mind raced, trying to think of anything that could explain this.
I was an amungus able to transform into a snake. My snake form was about the same size as the dead ones I used for the spell, so when did I shrink? Actually, if this was a giant then I was just a normal snake but currently I was under the back side of a human. No a dragon, or magical creature, but a freakin human scent on my tongue. I tried to use my magic... but none of it came. Great, just great. I was a small little snake, on the back end of a human, trying to not be noticed, and even worse. There was an entire conversation going on as I was in shock, and I didn't understand of word of it.
I mentally cursed. I didn't even want to think of the magic behind this and so I tried to focus on something else. Possibly find out where I was first. I couldn't see much as I was in the crack of the human. In fact the only thing I did see was the human being lifted up. Then the person was moved again, causing my vision to be met with the color white.
It was almost as if the human was being lifted to one spot and then other. No grown man could do that and I didn't hear the Latin words of a spell.
In fact the more I thought about it, the more panicked I became. The darkness, the IV thing on my belly that was keeping me alive, the feeling of being pushed, and then lifted.
The human, much to my horror, was a baby. Thankfully I was old enough to know how babies were conceived and then born. I knew about twins, thinking of the last surviving Weasley twin, and something like this wasn't possible. Even with magic, people couldn't be born again.
I couldn't believe it. After my shock, sadness overcame me as I tried to understand. Josh's attack must of killed me. That was the only thing I could think of that made sense. Dying... my soul screaming from the influx of magic... and then darkness.
Survival was key and I could figure out anything I needed to later. Now my best shot is to lie low and not get caught. Sticking with the baby was going to be mandatory though. It was my lifeline to food and information. Not to mention, he was like a brother. I was his twin, just of a completely different species.
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Done! First chapter was sort of short but I hope I lift off with a good cliff hanger.
