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Ch. 2/?: The furry pest of the potions lab.

Harry bobbed along the hall as he knew he should get away from Filch's office and find someone who could help, even if it was an animal. He found himself near an empty stairway nearly an hour later, he was out of breath by this time and dead tired.

'Why am I a small furry animal with a hump back?' he questioned himself as he calmed his breathing. His dark eyes looked around for anything that could identify where he was at, even going as far as standing on his hind legs, which was still uncomfortable for him, yet he couldn't find anything that would help him.

Sighing with a pout he somehow pulled off, Harry started to go down the stairs, it was cooler and probably was going to the main level, and bobbed down one step at a time. His small, round ears twitched as he kept an ear out for anyone, or thing, that would help, or attack, him if they found him while reaching the last few steps.

The pads of his feet hit the cold floor and he jumped up off it so he couldn't touch it, his inner animal taking over at this point, and he flipped as he landed the scurried as fast as he could down the hall, bobbing every so often so his feet could stop touching the cold, stone flooring of Hogwarts. He found a warm stop about twenty minutes later and stopped for a bit, his feet were nearly frozen as he had hit the floor most of the time. Harry licked his chops as he felt that his lips were dry and, for some reason, need to be cleaned.

"I'll never get anywhere in this form!" he say aloud, knowing that to a human it would sound like a animal chatter, 'How did Peter do it for so long? I'd go nuts from all this!' Harry thought to himself before braving himself to continue down the hall, hoping to whatever higher being there was that the hall would lead somewhere soon.

He heard hissing after ten minutes into his scurry and looked around, not stopping as he didn't want to freeze to the floor if he did. Even in this form, Harry could understand what was being said.

"$THAT BLASSSSTED HUMAN MALE LEFT ME HERE! WHEN I GET MY COILSSSS AROUND HIM, I WON'T LET GO UNTIL HE'SSSS CHOKING ON HISSSSS OWN MAGIC!$" the angry hissing echoed off the walls and it sounded to be down in the direction he just came from, luck for Harry as he knew that a snake would do it if it was pissed off enough and not only to its master or owner, but to any living being nearby.

After hearing that declaration, Harry hurried hides scurrying and bounded through an opening to his right. Despite the previous action in Filch's office, Harry didn't even think of checking if it was occupied or lead to anyplace dangerous. He should have as he arrived in the potions lab, which was currently being used by a NEWT seventh year mix class. He barreled into a stool and hit it hard enough to make the person jump at the movement and jostle whatever they had in their hands.

A squeak was head from the student, a Hufflepuff if Harry saw the colours right, as they had accidentally dropped something into the lit cauldron on the table. Harry ran to another table as another Hufflepuff raced to help the one who was panicking. He brushed by a Ravenclaw, if the colour on the sock meant anything to his dark eyes, and made them squeak and jump then knock over their cauldron as their knee hit the table.

The room was alive now as Harry dodged feet and ran through people's legs, usually girls from the lack of pants, and his fur brushing up against their legs made them squeal and jump onto things or away from him. Harry ended up against the wall when he brushed past a Ravenclaw male, who was running away from falling potion ingredients and mixed potions, and felt his world spinning. Harry breathed heavily as his feet fell out from under him and he curled up against a corner to protect the vital things.

He heard someone shout for everyone to evacuate the room and the noise level dropped dramatically as everyone left the room, except for Harry and whoever was casting spells. Harry gave a cry when something grabbed him and pulled him up just as a green sludge was about to touch him. Harry's beady black eyes blinked as he looked at the hand that held him and then at the other one that spewed out sparks of different colours.

The hands were rough looking yet they were soft, they had cuts, scratches and light little gashes that had long since scared over and gave tiny shapes and blobs of hard slivery flesh. The hands were big and the fingers were long and nimble as they held the fur ball known as Harry Potter. Harry let his head shoot up as he heard the muttering of spells under someone's breath. What he saw made him pale, fur and all.

~Earlier other perspective~

The class was going well for the twelve NEWT students. No accidents have happened since Fifth year for the twelve and they've come to a mutual friendship among them. They were split up with each house having another with them a Badger with a Raven, Badger with a Snake, Badger with a Lion, Raven with a Lion, Raven and Snake, Lion and Snake. The class was great as they knew what could happen if anything was done wrong and they knew why Professor Snape was ruling them with iron grip; it was to keep them safe from harm if a potion didn't react right.

Well as I was saying before a sediment moment came, the class was going well, not a single cauldron off set, not a single Arabian scorpion tail out of its place in the pile of ingredients, no tools lying about or notes being askew around the table. All was going in order...that was until a Badger had squeaked and dropped some extra Llama wool into the solution and tried to fix it, only to have it bubble and turn a burnt orange instead of lemon green. Another Badger tried to help by adding a few drops of Rabbit essence, only to have it start smoking and violently over flow.

A Raven jumped and knocked over the cauldron, making it nearly hit the Snake in front of them. It all went downhill as everyone was jumping and dropping things, making potions and ingredients mix. They were unsupervised for just a few minutes, but once the screams and explosions started, Professor Snape came out of his private storage to see a catastrophe in his classroom. He saw several mixes of dangerous ingredients and did the only thing he could do at the moment.

Shout and get the children out of harm.

"DON'T STAND THERE, GET OUT BEFORE YOU GET TOUCHED BY THE MIXED POTIONS!" he shouted and started casting clearing spells to help them get out of the class faster. Once they were out of the class, Snape started the cast several spells to clean ad deactivate the potions to a safer state. He turned to the back wall and dived to pick an oversized rodent that was about to be touching what was supposed to be an eye repairing potion. He held the furry animal and deactivated the potion and started cleaning, only noticing the barely above average magical signature.

~End of Other View~

Harry didn't move, for fear of being dropped or falling fuelled him to stay still. He couldn't believe that he was being held by the greasy fit of the potions lab and being checked over for any injuries and potions that might have touched him.

"How you got in here won't be a mystery to me for long" Snape said as he walked to the door and sat Harry on the ground to run off to where ever it was he was supposed to be going. He then looked around and saw the hole he entered and fixed it so this wouldn't happen again in the near future before closing his door to do damage control.

Harry was overly confused as to what just happened; didn't Snape use animals for ingredients? He didn't ponder long as he suddenly got the feeling that he'd come back out and grab him for that reason if he stayed. Harry scurried along the wall and found another thing he dreaded besides the snarky Potions Master.

The Snake Pit.

He skidded to a halt and blinked in surprise, despite the fact that he had just came from the potions lab, Harry didn't think he was under the damn castle. He growled at his ignorance and wanted to pound his head into the wall, which he did after just thinking about it. He stumbled from the hit and promptly fell to the floor, knocked out for a few seconds from it. He came to a minute later and shook his head then whimpered as he felt his head pound with added pressure; he hoped he didn't give himself a concussion from his own stupidity 'cause he highly doubted Poppy could give him a potion to fix it while he was in this form.

'Another thing that I can add to the list, self-harm!' Harry grumbled to himself and looked around; swaying slightly, before heading to the right, if he was correct then there was a chamber he could hide in until someone figured out that he was missing. He hissed when he remembered the cold floor and promptly started jumping and shaking, trying to get in the air and off the floor. It wasn't working and Harry then ran away from the cold, hoping to find some warmth nearby, maybe Professor Snape could pick him up again and take him away from the cold, that's how desperate he was.

Harry jumped into the air when he felt something hit his tail and then he started to rise off the ground. What was going on now? He shook even more when his feet weren't touching the ground and hanging in the air. He felt warmth under him and he flipped over to get his feet warm, they were numb nearly from the cold floor. He hissed lightly from the feeling running through his feet then sighed when a hand rubbed his back then a finger started scratching behind his ear. Whoever it was had just been put on his friend list for this treatment.

He opened his eyes and looked up to see a pair of familiar pair of eyes and dark hair. He wanted to jump, but didn't as the hands kept him in the air and away from the cold, plus he was near the person's chest and he was warm. He didn't do anything until the hand held him down and the warmth spread through him, keeping him content and he felt safe for the first time in a long time. His eyes closed and he slowly let his body be taken by sleep and his wife dreams.

~Other view~

Today had been long and tiring. Why did Professor McGonagall want them to write an eight foot sheet on the transformation of a bee to a wasp anyway? It wasn't important, but she thought it was apparently for the thing was due tomorrow with a limited amount of resources available, she probably was pmsing or she really needed to get laid, hell Professor Snape wasn't this bad with giving out assignments, unless it was punishment for causing an accident in the class and it was your fault. Tousling shoulder length black hair, Pansy Parkinson walked down the hall, she had just past the NEWT potion class that was sitting in the hall, and some students were being dragged and levitated to the hospital wing. She shook her head and saw Professor Snape coming out and telling the NEWT students that they were dismissed then go back into the classroom.

'Weird' she thought as the hall suddenly got colder. She walked down the hall to the Slytherin Common room, but she heard hissing, whimpering and nails clicking just as she was nearing the commons room. She walked over to a corner and saw a small weasel jumping up and down, sometimes flipping, just to get off the floor. She bent down; her skirt touched the little weasel's tail, making it jump into the air again. She caught it and held it close to her chest. The ferret turned over and she felt the cold that was clinging to its feet, she nearly hissed from it, but didn't and kept rubbing its back and scratching behind its ear. It looked up at her then blinked and slowly let sleep claim it. She smiled and got up off the ground then headed to the portrait and hissed out the password. It opened and she walked it, keeping her new found interest close to her as she could while going through the upper years that were roaming the commons room.

She headed down the hallway that lead to the girl side dorms and found hers and went inside. She was bunking with Millicent and another girl that she didn't really care to get to know so things were relatively quiet. Pansy sat down and placed her little furry companion down then checked to see if he was injured, her dream was to be a healer and finding an animal was a true gem. She found that he had a concussion and some bruising as well as a few broken bones, but it wasn't too difficult to heal. She smiled when she saw the little furry creature relax some more and wasn't in any pain that it was in. Feeling tired after the long day, Pansy laid down for a bit and closed her curtains and wrapped her hands around the little weasel then curled up on the top blanket and fell asleep.

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