Harry Potter, the Arch-Magus
by
the DragonBard
I do not own any of these characters, or any of the games, books, movies, skills, spells, items, or techniques mentioned in this story, except those specifically created by myself. All others are owned by their respective copywrite holders and/or creators. Especially any characters from the Harry Potter series, which is the property of J.K. Rowlings, or any parts of Dungeons & Dragons, which is owned by Wizards of the Coast.
Chapter 3
Albus Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall, Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, were discussing the upcoming school year, when Hagrid entered the Headmasters office. Hagrid had a puzzled look, as if he had seen something that still surprised him.
Headmaster Dumbledore was quick to notice this, but decided to take it slow.
"Did everything go smoothly with Mr Potter's trip to Diagon Alley?" Dumbledore was well aware of the Dursley's dislike of magic, and knew that they would be unwilling to take him to Diagon Alley themselves. In fact, he had been surprised that the first letter had gotten through to Harry. He had half-expected them to try and dispose of it immediately.
"Went fine, Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid said. "Boy went a bit wild with buying books, but with the way those Dursley acted, not surprised."
"Understandable." Dumbledore agreed.
McGonagall nodded her head as well. She had watched the Dursleys for a few hours, and had a very poor opinion on them.
"Well, ya see... " Hagrid hemmed and hahed, trying to straighten his thoughts. "When I went to put Harry on the underground, so he could go back, he told me not to bother, then went an disapparated in front of me."
McGonagall's eyes widened, and she gasped in surprise, while Dumbledore treated them to the sight of the world's greatest living mage frozen in shock. Apparation was the ability of a wizard or witch to disappear in one location, and reappear in another. It was a skill only taught to sixth and seventh years, but here was a boy, not yet even 'at' Hogwarts, and he was able to do so!
"Albus, how is this possible?" McGonagall asked, turning to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore, having quickly gotten over his surprise, taped his fingers together.
"I'm not sure, Minerva." Dumbledore said. He sat there looking thoughtful for a moment. "Hagrid, before I forget, were you able to get the Philosophers Stone?"
"Right here, Headmaster." Hagrid pulled the package he had taken from the Gringotts vault from his large overcoat, and handed it to Dumbledore. "Also, I've got Fluffy all ready for guard duty. Just say the word."
"Thank you, Hagrid." Dumbledore smiled. "We shall have the final preperations ready within a few hours. I'll let you know where to bring Fluffy then."
Hagrid took his leave of Dumbledore and McGonagall, while the pair turned their attention back to one Harry Potter.
"Headmaster, shouldn't one of us go to speak with him, find out how he learned about it? At least to warn him of the laws about apparation. What if he tried to apparate in Hogwarts? He could splinch himself!"
Dumbledore seemed to think about it for a few moments.
"It would probably be best to simply send Harry an owl with the information." He decided. "I've no doubt that the Dursleys will not be happy with another person from the Wizarding World showing up in their home.
"Though," Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "If you wanted to set up a face-to-face meeting to convey the information, I'm sure that would work as well. Possibly somewhere away from the Dursleys."
"Thank you, Headmaster." McGonagall said with a small smile.
The pair began to discuss some of the final preparations for the guarding of the Philosophers Stone, though Minerva could see Dumbledore was distracted. Finally, she felt compelled to call him on it.
"Headmaster, is there something wrong?"
Dumbledore turned to gaze out the window, and then went to pet his phoenix, Fawkes.
"Minerva, in all my years at Hogwarts, as both a student and a member of the staff, I have only come across two wizards who were muggle-raised, that had mastered 'any' of their magic, prior to being introduced to our world. Mr Potter is the second."
"And the first?" McGonagall was certain she wasn't going to like the answer.
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, staring out the window. "The first, like Mr Potter, was an orphan halfblood. He was born with the name of Tom Riddle, named for his muggle father. Though he now calls himself by another name..." Dumbledore turned to McGonagall and looked her in the eyes. "He now calls himself... Voldemort."
--
The month prior to Harry's first visit to Hogwarts (that he could remember, as it was possible his parents had taken him to their old school before he could remember) was rather interesting for Harry. The Dursley family were terrified of Harry to the point that they simply blanked his presence from their minds. It was like he had cast an invisibility spell on himself. Dudley was the only one to acknowledge Harry was around, and that was to simply run away from him.
Taking advantage of his new freedom, because he was sure it wouldn't last long, Harry called Mr Caufmann and Chad, and let them know about the change in plans for his education.
"Hogwarts, you say?" Mr Caufmann asked. "I've heard of it. Very prestigious, and it's by invitation only."
"Well," Harry said, sheepishly, "it was where my parents went to school. They set it up."
"Ah, a legacy." Harry could practically hear in the grin in Mr Caufmann's voice. "I expect that made things easier.
"Still, I don't doubt that you would have earned it in your own right."
The two quickly concluded their talk, and Harry promised to write. After all, Mr Caufmann had been the first person at school to really treat him nicely. Harry gave Mr Caufmann the postal address that Hagrid had said to use for mail to and from the muggle world. Apparently, that was how they had gotten Harry's letter to him through the normal mail. Most of the time, according to Hagrid, the owl just brought it directly to the recipient's room.
Harry, also got onto the task of naming his owl. He came up with several names, some taken from his History of Magic textbook, then wrote them down.
"Okay," He turned to the owl, who was watching him curiously. "tell me which of these names you like;"
"Athena?" The response on that was ambivalent.
"Boobo?" That earned him a sqwack. Harry could practically hear her saying 'what do you think I am, a male?' "I'll take that as a definite no." Harry said with a smile.
"Polgara?"
...
"Hmmm, what about Poledra?"
...
"North Wind?"
...
"Misty?" She seemed interested in the name, so Harry marked it as a possiblity.
"Icy?"
This one earned Harry a stare. 'Boy, she certainly 'is' intelligent.'
"Okay, how do you like Hedwig?"
The snowy owl seemed to consider the name for a few moment, then hooted to show she had chosen.
"Okay, than Hedwig it is." Harry smiled. "I'll just keep the list of names, in case we have to name any of your chicks."
Hedwig seemed a bit startled, but hooted in agreement.
Harry also spent quite a bit of time roaming around London, specifically Diagon Alley, and the area immediately around the Leaky Cauldron. Harry knew that, being an eleven year old kid, being by himself was pretty much just asking for trouble. While he could definitely protect himself with magic, he remembered something he had read somewhere, about a sword just making some people cocky, getting them into troubles that they would have avoided if they didn't have it.
"What I need, is to either look at least a few years older, or have an adult with me." Harry told Hedwig. "No one would mess with someone who looked like Hagrid. Heck, most would probably leave Dudley alone, because of how big he is.
"If only I looked... bigg... er." Harry trailed off. "I 'can' make myself bigger. Just like how Garion turned himself into a wolf, or a falcon that one time."
Harry conjured up a full length mirror, and after studying himself, began to imagine what he might look like in a few years. It took a great deal of concentration to get every detail right. Harry then took the image he had created, and superimposed it over his own, focusing his magic inward.
It was a strange sensation, growing about seven years in less than seven seconds. The first thing that Harry noted was that his balance was a bit off. This was made obvious when he found himself triping over his own feet.
Hedwig hooted in amusement at his prat fall.
"Yeah, laugh it up. Just glad that the Dursleys weren't around to see this." Harry said. His voice was now deeper and stronger. 'Guess I must have taken care of my voice at the same time.' Harry thought to himself.
He quickly adapted to his new size, and once he was certain of his balance and coordination, quickly reverted to normal.
"Should keep people from bugging me too much." Harry told Hedwig.
It was a couple of days later that he started using his older form, along with an illusion on his glasses and his clothing to make it look different. He took a couple of hundred pounds for spending money, and looked around muggle London. Since he had transformed himself, buying clothing wouldn't work. Anyway, he could simply transfigure Dudley's into something decent looking that fit.
'I wonder why they don't do that.' Harry thought to himself. 'Transforming one style of clothing into another should be relatively easy. Ah well, yet another question to ask when I get to Hogwarts.'
One place Harry made sure to stop was a gaming store that Chad had mentioned. It wasn't too far from the Leaky Cauldron, so it was a definite place to shop. Harry picked up a number of game books that looked interesting, including some stuff for an RPG he had heard a bit about, but never picked up. It was called World of Darkness, and was apparently divided into eight different groups, two of which, Mage and Sorcerer, focused on spellcasters. There were even a few novels that dealt with them. Primarily the vamps, but the mages were represented as well.
While the teller rang up Harry's purchases, Harry noticed a rack of various paperback books At a glance, they didn't seem to be part of any RPGs.
The teller noticed him looking, and explained.
"Those are graphic novels. Basically books in comic book form. Most of our customers are also into comic books, and anime or manga, so we try to provide them with some."
Harry gave the graphic novels another look, and decided to buy a few, the one called 'Books of Magic' as well as some of the manga.
"Add this to my tab, please." He said, dropping it onto the counter.
The teller quickly added the graphic novels to the total, and Harry walked out of the store a couple of hundred dollars poorer, but with several new books to read.
Harry's next stop, was to 'True Sight,' the wizarding optometry clinic in Diagon Alley. He had to revert his appearance back to normal, but conjured up a hat to cover his scar, and kept the illusion on his clothing, just altered to fit their present size.
Stepping into True Sight, Harry was confronted by several different sets of glasses, from the simple old style ones you might see on an elderly man, to the extremely tacky kind you think no one would ever wear. Any part of wall not covered in glasses, held pictures and posters. One of them was of a giant eye that kept looking around the room. Toward the back of the area, a receptionist sat.
"May I help you?" She asked. She looked a bit younger than Petunia, but not by much. She gave his clothing a quick glance, and then proceeded to stare into Harry's eyes.
Harry cleared his throat. "Um - yeah. I'm interested in a new pair of glasses."
The witch made a note on a piece of parchment that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"When was your last checkup?"
"Honestly, I can't remember, I know it's been a few years."
The witch frowned, and made another mark on her piece of parchment. "Would you like to see the Healer now, or would you rather wait? He doesn't have any appointments at the moment, so he should be free for a walk-in."
"Now, if possible. I'm heading to Hogwarts in a bit, and I want to get used to my new glasses before that." Harry said.
The witch nodded, and took the parchment into a back room. A few moments later, she stuck her head out.
"He'll see you now."
Harry quickly walked into the back, where he met a strangely dressed wizard. One of the wizard's eyes, had a monocule, even though he was wearing a large pair of glasses.
'Wierd.' Harry thought to himself.
"Come in, come in. Sit down please." The wizard said, gesturing to an overstuffed chair in the middle of the room.
Harry sat down as instructed. The walls of the rooms had several strange things around. Some of which looked more like pieces of modern art than things you'd see in an eye doctors place. The were even a few large glass eyes, which rolled on their own, staring at anything.
"Now then, Mr... " The eye healer began.
"Potter."
The eye healer's eye opened wide enough that his monocule fell out. He glanced to where Harry's scar was, hidden under the cap. Harry rolled his eyes, and pulled the cap off. 'Bloody annoying. Now I know how those celebs feel with all those damned paparazzi.'
"Ah... yes... Mr Potter." The healer laughed nervously, and quickly replaced his monocule. "Let's get you checked out, see what I can do."
The magical eye exam was very different from what Harry remembered from the last time he got his eyes checked. After having Harry take off his glasses, the healer pulled out his wand, and after making the end of it light up with a murmured 'lumos,' he shined it into Harry's eyes. Then, the healer pointed his wand at Harry's eyes, and began muttering incantations. A couple of times the healer would glance at one or another of the items around the room, and once he seemed to cast some spell on Harry's glasses. The healer then sat on a stool, and began to make some notes.
"Alright." The healer finally said. "you can put on your glasses."
Harry quickly did so. While he had worked on his mage-sense, so that he wouldn't be completely helpless if he lost his glasses, it was a relief to actually be able to see clearly.
"Your eyes seem to be fine, and your glasses seem to still fit your needs." The healer said. "At the moment, all I can really offer is a replacement for the frames."
"Well, is it possible that I could get some magical enhancements for my glasses?" Harry asked.
The healer grimmaced. "Yes, though those kind of spells need to be placed while we make the lenses, and they're rather expensive..."
"What kind of spells are avalible?"
"Well... you can get a Repair charm, so that any damage to the glasses will be fixed. However, if the damage is bad enough, the charm won't work. Also, the damage could affect the other spells. There's one to let you see better in the dark, and an impervious charm to keep your glasses from getting mucked up in bad weather. Also helps protect from fumes that might come off of potions. There's one that helps cut the glare a bit when the sun's too bright."
The healer looked like he was finished for a second, then glanced at Harry's scar again. "I've also got a charm that I can put on the glasses. Let's you see through things like they weren't there."
'X-ray vision? Now that's what I'm talking about.' Harry grinned "How much for the entire selection?"
The eye healer quickly quoted a price, and Harry gladly paid. He was then led out to the waiting area, where he chose a nice pair of wire-rimmed frames.
"We'll owl the finished glasses to you in a few days." The healer said.
Harry smiled. "Thank you, ... er... I'm sorry, I just realised I never got your name."
The healer grinned in delight. "Quite alright, Mr Potter. Healer Ollens, at your service."
Harry quickly pulled his conjured hat back on, and headed back to the Dursley home. As soon as he appeared in Dudley's spare bedroom, Harry quickly stored all of his purchases in his new trunk.
"Don't want the Dursleys finding out I've got any money. They'd try to make me give it to them. Like 'that' would happen." Harry muttered to himself.
Just then, there was a tap at the window. Harry glanced at it, to find a rather regal grey owl there, which he quickly let in. Upon entering, the owl presented its leg, which had a letter in it.
"Wonder who's writing 'me?'" Harry paused. "I hope it isn't a fan letter."
The owl, it's job done, quickly left out the window.
Harry noticed that the letter was addressed to him in the same green ink that his Hogwarts letter had been written in. 'Guess it's from Hogwarts. Wonder what they want.'
Dear Mr Potter,
I would like to meet with you at your earliest possible convenience, at the neighborhood park near your home. Some matters have come to my attention that must be discussed as soon as possible.
Please advise as to the best time to meet.
Cordially
Minerva McGonagall.
Deputy-Headmistress, Hogwarts
Harry glanced at his desk clock.
"A bit late for meeting today." Harry told Hedwig.
He grabbed a piece of parchment, and wrote a quick message to McGonagall, setting the time for the next morning. Then, handed it off to Hedwig.
"Here you go, girl."
Hedwig hooted at Harry, and flew out the open window. Harry watched her fly off, then sighed, and laid down on his bed to read some of his books.
"Wonder what she wants to meet about?" He shrugged. "Guess I'll find out tomorrow."
--
The next day, Harry jogged off for his schedualed meeting with McGonagall. Surprisingly, the witch was already there, sitting on a park bench. Harry was certain it was her, because he doubted anyone else in the neighborhood would be found dead in anything resembling witches robes.
"Mr Potter?" She said, standing up.
Harry nodded in confirmation. "Professor McGonagall, I presume?"
McGonagall nodded. "If you would, please sit."
Harry took McGonagall up on the request.
"Well, what can I do for you?" Harry asked, settling down.
"Mr Potter, Hagrid has informed me that you DisApparated in front of him."
Harry frowned in confusion. "Uh, DisApparated?"
"Disappeared. Vanished from one location to reappear in another." McGonagall explained.
"Ah, you mean teleported." Harry smiled in understanding. "Yeah, I teleported back here."
"Mr Potter, were you aware of the laws concerning Apparation? That you need a license to do it outside of training, and that you must be of age to aquire such a lisence?"
"A license?" Harry asked, nervously. 'Ah bloody hell!'
McGonagall nodded. "Yes. And, if you are discovered Apparating without one, it is a substantial fine. Also, you may be subject to disciplinary action for performing underage magic outside of school, up to, and including, expulsion from Hogwarts, and the snapping of your wand."
'Didn't Hagrid say that the reason he wasn't supposed to use magic was because he got expelled, and they snapped his wand?' Harry's face paled.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware there would be any problems. I mean, I've been doing it for years and..."
"'YEARS?'" McGonagall gasped out. "By Merlin, how did you ever keep from getting splinched?"
"Splinched?"
"Splinching is what happens when you disapparate incorrectly. You sometimes leave parts of yourself behind." McGonagall explained distractedly.
"Ouch." Harry muttered. "Doesn't sound pleasent."
"No, it is not." McGonagall said, primly. "That is precisely the reason that the Ministry requires a license for apparation. Now, I simply 'must' know who taught you apparation. Why, the nerve of them, teaching such a young child to apparate, and not to warn you of the dangers? Completely reprehensible!"
"Taught me? No one taught me. I just did it by accident one day, and figured out how to do it whenever I want to. Like the rest of my magic." Harry's eyes widened as soon as he realised what he had said. 'Uhoh. I shouldn't have said that.'
"'Rest of your magic,' Mr Potter?" McGonagall asked. "I just know I shall regret asking this, but 'what' other magic, and where did you learn them?"
"Well, I just got ideas for spells and stuff from story books, comics, games, that kind of stuff. Then, I'd just figure out what I'd need to do in order to to make the effect I want happen."
"What 'kind' of effects?" McGonagall was obviously nervous, but Harry seemed to excited to talk with someone knowledgable about magic to notice.
"Mostly simple stuff, things that I can easily visualise or imagine; conjurations and basic transmutations usually. I didn't have any place to really practice evocation spells, though I've got some good ideas for them."
"Evocation spells?" McGonagall asked. 'Conjuration spells, and he calls it 'simple stuff?' By Merlin, that's NEWT level spells, and he's not even at Hogwarts yet!'
"You know, stuff like fireballs, and lightning bolts" Harry explained.
"And you've done all this, with no one the wiser?" McGonagall asked in a strangled voice.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. I didn't really do much, usually where I couldn't be seen, or where people could pass it off as coincidence. I had a few goofs, but nothing really major."
McGonagall's eyes were bulging almost out of their sockets by this point. When Dumbledore had told her that Voldemort had developed his magical skills as much as he had prior to Hogwarts, she had half-feared that Harry would be a little monster. Instead, she found him to be much more like his mother, Lily Evans. However, even Lily hadn't been developing her magic to such a degree.
'Perhaps the Dursleys were better family than I thought they were.' McGonagall thought to herself, though she still wasn't too sure about his clothing. Especially after talking with Hagrid about the Dursleys.
After her conversation with Hagrid about the Dursleys, McGonagall had complained to Dumbledore for well over an hour. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had remained convinced that the Dursley home was the only safe place for Harry to live.
"Mr Potter, as you have apparently not been informed, I shall explain some of the laws that pertain to you as a wizard. First, as a child under seventeen, you cannot perform magic away from Hogwarts except in self defense. Also, you are not allowed to perform magic on or in front of muggles who do not already know of the magical world. The punishments for 'that' are far more severe than for underage magic use." McGonagall warned.
"What about coincidental magic?" Harry asked. "Stuff that they can't tell is magic, just a wierd coincidence?"
"Well," McGonagall frowned, "I believe that would technically be legal. It would depend on if anyone was hurt, and the specific situation."
"I was thinking of things like, making a bully trip become he could hurt someone, or make it so that they didn't notice the person they wanted to hurt." Harry said nervously.
"That would be fine, I believe. Just so long as no one realised what was really happening." McGonagall glanced at her wrist watch. "Excuse me, Mr Potter, but I must be going." McGonagall said. "I have an appointment that I really must keep." 'I need to speak with Dumbledore about this.'
"Okay, sorry for taking up your time." Harry said, standing.
"That is quite all right. In fact, once you get to Hogwarts, I would like to see an example of some of the magical skills you have developed." McGonagalls said. "Good day."
McGonagall was just about to turn and leave, when she stopped, and looked at Harry.
"Before I leave, there is one more thing I must tell you." She said "While you are at Hogwarts, do not attempt to apparate yourself, either onto, or off of the grounds, or anywhere in the environs of the school. It is protected by numerous defenses which prevent it. Even attempting it could have serious consequences for you."
"Okay." Harry said, nodding. "Thank you."
McGonagall simply nodded her head at Harry, and left.
--
"I tell you, Albus, if that boy was telling the truth, he must be a genius, if not Merlin reborn!" McGonagall exclaimed to Dumbledore.
As soon as she had returned to Hogwarts, McGonagall had raced to Dumbledore's office. The Headmaster quietly listened as she ranted about what she had discovered.
"Are you certain he was telling the truth?" Dumbledore quietly asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes." McGonagall nodded. "I may not be a legimens like Severus or yourself, but I can generally tell when I am being lied to. Mr Potter was being completely honest. But, how is this possible?"
"Well, both of Harry's parents were extremely talented. It's not surprising that their son could inheirit their talents."
"Albus, I've had talented students before. I have even had some of my best students marry each other, but none of them have ever shown the level of ability needed for 'this' to happen." McGonagall shook her head.
"Well, I doubt we'll have to worry about Mr Potter turning out like He-Who-Cannot-Be-Named. He mentioned using his magic to protect people from bullies."
"True." Dumbledore sighed, the twinkle fading from his eyes. "Tom was more inclined to 'be' the bully rather than protecting against them."
"I'm more concerned about what Harry said about fireballs and lightning bolts. Do you honestly think that he could actually start casting those kinds of spells? As a first year?"
"You 'did' say that he called conjuration spells, 'simple stuff,' didn't you Minerva?" The twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eyes.
McGonagall nodded, falling into one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"Oh, Merlin." She moaned, then gave a short chuckle. "Merlin indeed. Now I know how his teachers must have felt. Surviving the Killing Curse as a baby, defeating You-Know-Who, and now 'this?' "
"Minerva, remember what we discussed." Dumbledore cautioned. "Don't treat Harry any different from any other student, just because of his situation. He's going to likely get enough of that from his fellow students."
"I remember." McGonagall said, raising her chin. "As if I would treat him any other way."
--
As soon as he had gotten back to the Dursleys, Harry quickly wrote to 'Flourish and Blotts' for information on the underage magic laws. According to the book he was sent, while it was true that the Ministry monitored magic use by underage spellcasters, they didn't start the monitoring until after the first year spent at Hogwarts. Any earlier, and it was generally assumed that any magic was accidental, and outside of the limits of the law.
"Wonder how they can tell the difference between the two." Harry pondered to Hedwig. "Though, it explains why I'm not in trouble yet for all the magic I've done."
Harry sighed. "Still, I better cool it with the teleporting... er, apparating, until after I get my license. Too bad, would have liked to have visited that gaming shop again."
Harry went back to reading, occasionally jotting down a spell or bit of magic from the books he was reading. Anything that appeared interesting. He would also practice using his wand to work magic.
Harry had quickly found that, using his wand made things much easier when working magic. All he need to do was to visualise what he wanted to happen, and with a wave of the wand, it did. Still, permanently enchanting objects was still something he had yet to completely grasp.
Harry headed downstairs, as it was almost time for lunch. He found Dudley sitting in front of the telly, playing some game. On the screen, two groups were fighting. One of them made a gesture, and there was a massive explosion. Several of the monsters fell down, vanishing, while the rest seemed to still be going on strong.
'Incredible. If I even mentioned something that might be magical, Vernon and Petunia would go bloody nuts, but here Dudley is, playing a game with magic in it, and they couldn't care less.' Harry snorted in disgust.
"Okay, you survived that." Dudley muttered. Apparently, he had yet to notice Harry was in the room. "Let's see how you like 'this!'"
With that, the 'heroes' faded from the screen, then a new monster, looking somewhat like a demon, appeared, and attacked the enemy monsters, destroying them all with a single attack.
'Cool.' Harry thought to himself. 'That would be a neat effect to pull of. Making the monster appear and attack would be easy. The hard part would be to change the environment like that. Probably does that to protect allies from friendly fire. Might have to even create a pocket dimension of some kind.'
Harry began to contemplate the creation of such a being. 'Maybe I can mail Chad, see if he knows a bit more about it the game.'
Harry glanced at the title of the game.
"'Final Fantasy 8.'" He said. "Have to remember that."
Dudley looked up in shock, noticing how close Harry was to him. The boy quickly left for the kitchen, leaving Harry to roll his eyes at his rotund cousin.
--
It was finally time for Harry to leave for Hogwarts. He got Vernon to drive him to London, as they were heading there anyway to get Dudley's pig tail removed. There was some trouble finding the platform that the Hogwarts Express was leaving from, but with the help of a matronly redheaded witch, he found his way onto the train.
"This is it." Harry told Hedwig, as he settled down in his seat. "Off to Hogwarts."
Well, that's chapter 3 out of the way.
I believe that this is now the largest project I've ever worked on. Definitely the largest thing I've got on this site.
For those interested, Boobo is from 'Clash of the Titans,' and was the name given to Athena's pet owl. The names Polgara and Poledra are taken from the 'BelgariadMallorean' fantasy series, by David and Leigh Eddings. Harry chose those names because both Poledra and Polgara like to assume the form of a snowy owl.
No, Harry isn't a Metamorphomagus, also, he probably won't ever become a real animagus. He simply is transforming himself, much as how he altered the length of his hair in canon. He can also assume animal form, obviously. The method is based on the animal shapeshifting ability of Belgarath from the 'BelgariadMallorean' series. Eventually, if he wants, Harry can develop his animal form(s) to the point where it's almost identical to being an animagus. In fact, Harry can become, for all intents and purposes, a multi-animagus. Possibly even a magical-multi-animagus.
If he doesn't get told it's impossible before that.