Hybrid
Chapter 2
-Harry-
Groaning Harry flopped down for lunch at the apartment Sirius had rented until the Black Manor in London, some place called Grimmuald Place, could be cleaned out. He had been out of Hogwarts for a month and he had spent the nearly entire time training with Sirius to master his animagus form but could still only pull of a partial transformation where he could grow out his wings, summon balls of fire, his hair grew longer, and, according to Sirius anyway, his glare became more intimidating.
"Cheer up Pup," Sirius said cheerfully, flopping down next to him "you're mastering this far faster than your father and I did. It took us three full years to not only find our forms but master them.".
"But I wanted to be able to go full Shadrin and scare Malfoy at the station in September," he groused "that might at least shut the little ferret up for a couple hours.".
"I think you chucking a fireball at his head would do just as well," a third voice chuckled as Remus Lupin walked into the kitchen and joined them at the table "nobody knows the full extent of your animagus form after all.".
"Hey Moony," he said nodding in greeting while Sirius gave a little wave "any luck on finding a new job?".
"Surprisingly yes," the werewolf admitted making him gape in shock and Sirius, who had been leaning his chair back, to collapse to the floor, "the department of Mysteries offered me a job in helping them research the werewolf virus and find a cure for it.".
"That's great!" he said cheerfully as Sirius rushed over to get something to toast with "You not only get a job but you're getting closer and closer to finding a cure!".
"I still say we should just let you bit him," Sirius joked, pouring three glasses of Whiskey much to Remus' irritation "then we might have two Shadrins running around.".
"And then you would be begging to find a way to become one so as not to be left out," he said rolling his eyes "but the more important question right now is how do we deal the fallout our favorite were-toad is going to cause?".
"Good point," Remus said somberly, sipping at the Whiskey "apparently the Minister ordered the research to begin after Sirius' little speech about how werewolves were just people with a disease that needed to be helped rather than hated.".
"He could always tell the public that this way the innocents who have had their lives made harder or even ruined by the virus can find salvation and the true monsters, like the one who bit you, can have their greatest weapon taken away before being arrested." He suggested with a shrug, trying to drink the Whiskey without Remus blocking him.
"That's actually a pretty good idea," Sirius said, absentmindedly pouring him another glass when Remus hit his glass with a drought charm "I'll send him a letter later.".
"Any other news?" he asked before finally managing to get a sip of the liquid, the alcohol not affecting him due to his body's healing factor.
"Well I got some news from the Weasleys," Sirius said mischievously "and they got box seats for themselves and us to the quiditch world cup!".
"Hell yeah!" he said eagerly, high fiving his equally excited godfather.
"We leave tomorrow morning so be sure to get extra sleep tonight," Sirius told him "I already have the tent packed and yes your weights are inside.".
Grinning he rushed over to his room to begin packing, looking forward to 'using' his weights. While his animagus training had taken up most of his time Sirius had also used a decent portion to get him used to being more social as well as training him in the art of flirting...it had taken three weeks for Sirius' lessons to begin affecting him to where he was now. While he didn't go out and look to bed anything female that he saw he still enjoyed flirting and catching female attention. To help that, as well as work on finding his limits with his new strength, Sirius had ordered a bench press with weights enchanted to be a lot heavier.
Getting into his room he began packing "This is going to be a fun trip," he grinned "I can feel it.".
-the next morning-
"I hate you Sirius," he groaned miserably as the dog animagus made him wake up at the crack of dawn to get the full 'sports event experience' "I truly, truly hate you.".
"Oh hush," the somehow energetic at five in the morning dog animagus scoffed "just take a deep breath of that fresh air.".
"I'm standing near you Sirius," he snarked "all I'd get a deep breath of is the smell from your bull-shit.".
"I'm hurt," Sirius said, acting wounded before smirking and tossing him a potion "there, that will wake you up.". Shrugging, knowing that if it was a prank he could get vengeance later, he downed the drink and felt energized almost instantly, "Energizing potion," Sirius explained "mainly used by people who have to work late hours so they can stay awake.".
Nodding he moved his bench press out in front of the tent, Sirius refusing to let him work up a sweat inside due to their canine senses of smell, as Sirius wandered off to look for any familiar faces.
Doing some quick stretches he got onto the bench and began his workout, not really noticing the crowd that was starting to gather due to the large size of the enchanted weights he was using. After a half hour though his good rhythm was ruined by a condescending voice he recognized all too well "Trying for more attention Potter?" glancing at the Malfoy Heir out of the corner of his eye he continued his exercise "Don't you get enough attention at school?" the blonde continued.
"It's called exercise Malfoy," he said rolling his eyes "helps improve health. Maybe you should try it, not look like such a frail little twig.".
"Oh please," the unhealthily pale and thin Malfoy said, waving off the comment "those weights are clearly enchanted to be weightless.".
"Enchanted yes but to be heavier, not lighter," he corrected, placing the weight back in the stand and getting off the bench which cleaned itself of sweat "try it if you don't believe me.". Sneering the Malfoy heir reached out and grabbed the bar before growling when it didn't lift. For five minutes Malfoy grew redder and redder in the face as the blonde Slytherin failed to even budge the weights. "You done yet?" he asked bored "I'd like to get back to my workout.".
Not waiting for an answer he brushed Malfoy aside, not seeing the angry Snake grab his workout shirt and pull, tearing the already weak cloth till he was standing shirtless in the breeze, getting several catcalls from various women when they saw his torso. Thanks to both his monstrous workouts and his Shadrin form he had gained a ridiculous amount of muscle that toned to the point that he looked almost photo shopped. Not bothered all that much he lay back down on the bench and resumed his workout while the shell-shocked Malfoy wandered off.
-That night-
"So I hear you had yourself a nice little audience earlier." Sirius said smirking as they made their way over to where the Weasleys, Hermione, and Remus were waiting.
"Yeah," he said shrugging "Malfoy tried to turn the tables but ended up just making me look even more badass when the blonde ponce couldn't move my weights at all even after five minutes of struggling…and then accidentally tore off my shirt when I brushed him aside.".
"And you got a large fan base due to your muscles," Sirius said laughing "I can't imagine what they would have done if they found out you were the famous 'boy-who-lived'.".
"They did find out," he said with a wince "and I ended up with some new nicknames…including 'the boy-who-lifts'.".
"Oh Merlin that's awful." Sirius wheezed, doubled over from laughing.
"Tell me about it," he said in irritation at the new nickname before smirking "although I got several girl's floo and owl addresses.".
"I'm so proud of you!" Sirius exclaimed joyfully as he laughed and their friends came in sight.
"Sup!" he said cheerfully to his two best friends who gaped at his new size and build, having grown to six foot due to his form.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron exclaimed in shock, ignoring Hermione and Mrs. Weasley's chastising, "What has Sirius been feeding you and where can I get some?".
"Comes with being a Shadrin mate," he said grinning as he flexed a bicep "and it certainly came in handy against Malfoy earlier.".
"You didn't start a fight did you Harry?" Hermione gasped in shock while Ron looked gleeful at the idea.
"No," he said waving it off, ignoring Hermione's relieved look and Ron's pout "I was using my bench press when Malfoy accused me of using feather-weight enchanted weights…when they were actually enchanted to be heavier. I challenged the ponce to lift them and he couldn't make the slightest budge after five minutes.".
"And then apparently Malfoy tore of his shirt which exposed his muscled body to his new fangirls and got him his latest nickname." Sirius added causing him to groan.
"What nickname?" Remus asked intrigued.
"The boy-who-lifts." He grumbled, ignoring the laughter from his friends at the new title.
"Well come on then," Mr. Weasley said after catching his breath "let's all get to our seats.".
