Harry had just finished brewing the Animagus Potion. Nothing he had ever eaten had ever tasted this unbelievably awful. A puff of smoke emanated from his burp, and he passed out.
Harry reappeared in a meadow, shrouded by trees and in front of a lake. He heard a rumble from behind him and turned around, seeing a white Bengal tiger slowly approaching him.
"Good kitty, nice kitty." Harry said, hoping to calm the ferocious beast. It did not work. The tiger sauntered forward, hoping to get ahold of him. The tiger leaped up high in the sky, aiming to attack Harry. Harry shut his eyes, hoping to not feel the excruciating pain. The pain never came. Harry opened his eyes and looked around, blinking several times. He was no longer standing in a meadow. He was now standing in a forest, being dwarfed by trees easily hundreds of feet tall. He heard a CAW! and saw a dark blue and silver phoenix gliding high above his head, among the trees. It came down and did a nose dive, lightening bolts shooting from its wings and tail. It dived and hit Harry dead on, knocking him off his feet and on to the dirt floor. Harry squinted, adjusting to new light, it was a bright shiny day at the beach and Harry felt a compelling force pull him into the water.
Come here, my little darling,
The one who's destined to be,
Everything and anything,
Including me.
Your voice will be heard by one and all,
You'll be all creatures big and small,
Magical or not,
You will forever be known as,
a Shapeshifter.
Harry felt a barrage of images invade his brain. Images of him as a dog, a dragon, a hippogriff. He felt power like no other surge through him. The images ended abruptly.
Daniel had snuck into his father's liquor cabinet, again. After finding good old fashioned Jack Daniels, he had sat down in the living room to drink the bottle while his parents were off on a romantic weekend. Daniel had long ago forgiven James for backhanding him back in June. He heard the floo activate and his best friend Ron Weasley came tumbling through, his red hair turning black from the uncleaned chimney.
"I have more scandal. Do you want to send out a few more texts to a few more people?" Ron asked, his face alight with glee at the thought of tormenting more people.
"Do you actually want me to make a list of things I'd rather do? Okay, 1. I'd rather go spelunking, 2. I'd rather have a rainbow party, 3. I'd rather teabag an eighty year old man." Daniel said sarcastically.
"Stop it." Ron said, annoyed.
Ginny kept replaying the scene over and over in her head. Over and over and over and over. She tried to convince herself that the text was random, not really meant for her. But, deep down in the darkest depths of her heart, she knew it wasn't. How could someone know her deepest, darkest secret? How could someone know she was a murderer?