Dream Begins!

Opening his eyes Harry found himself lying down, as he turned his head from side to side he could see many strange creatures running about; they all looked normal apart from the fact that they all seemed to be silhouettes of what animal they represented. A squirrel shaped silhouette ran up and chattered next to him before he shifted and it shot off, seemingly melting into its surrounding. Harry could see its eyes still, the colours were revered, the whites of its eyes were black, while it's iris was a milky white. He looked up, only to find a purple sky with two red moons beaming down on him, looking around and it became obvious that he was in some kind of forest; the trees were white, black and purple and all of them looked like strange inversions of the foliage he was used to.

Trying to rise, he stumbled falling back down. He looked over his body to find out why, only to stare and cry out in shock. He had four legs instead of two and he was covered with black fur that seemed to move constantly, even without a breeze. The noise that escaped his mouth hadn't been human, he'd let out a canine yelp and with the sound clarity came to him, he must be in a vision to find out what his Animagus form he was.

Wanting to know what sort of canine he was, Harry decided that the best cause of action was to find some clear water and look at his reflection. Trying to get up he discovered was harder then he thought it would be, with a bit of practice he managed to stand, only to fall over as he began to walk. It took a few tries before he was able to walk slowly and as he did he looked around, watching in awe as the shadow creatures jumped effortlessly in and out of the shadows. Kicking himself for not realizing earlier, this must be how they creatures moved about, from shadow to shadow, until they had to move were there were no shadows. Thinking about where he was for the first time, taking in the sights, the sky, the moons and the foliage he couldn't be on earth still, maybe this was a different dimension or maybe just an elaborate hallucination brought about by the potion. Trying to use the shadows to move like the other creatures around him proved difficult at first but with persistence he was able to travel a meter then two as he discovered there seemed to be paths within the shadows which connected them. Some paths seemed longer than others and at the end of each path was a wall, or doors which lead back into the forest. He wondered if there were paths that lead back to his dimension, or if they had been blocked by wizards.

As he travelled that shadow paths looking to water or something reflective he found himself becoming tired, it seemed that traversing used a lot of energy, so slipping out of a door he decided to walking instead. Wandering around the forest his gait becoming more graceful with every step as he quickly learned how to move his new body, Harry was amazed to see many of the strange looking shadow creatures, a few of which Harry recognised from the shape of animals in his own dimension, playing with each other. Whilst others were fighting each other, causing Harry to skirt around them using the Shadow Paths. It took what felt like hours but he finally reached the edge of the forest, he could see plains of grass from the edge but before he could leave the forest a huge black bear shaped beast came out of a shadow. It was larger than him and had a foot long horn in the middle of its head, concerned as it started to charge at him, he was somewhat relieved when another beast emerged from the shadows, quickly bowed to him, and then stood in from of him, as if to protect him. The second beast was clearly a large wolf, which like all the other animals in the forest he had seen was made of solid shadow. Harry watched in awe for a few seconds as both beasts used the shadows to disappear and reappear in different places trying to outmanoeuvre their opponent, as they used the shadows of the trees and everything else around them to form spears that shot out trying to impale their target, and form walls to defend themselves. Knowing that this could be his only chance to make a run for it, he ventured into the grassy plains.

Each blade of grass swayed and seemed to change between several different hues of iridescent black as the wind caused the field to make memorizing patterns. He started walking through the field, hoping to find a body of water soon. He caught sight of his feet and saw that his fur had become a bit lighter, almost grey. He also felt a bit weaker then he was in the forest, it wasn't much, but enough to notice; like the forest had been giving him power or maybe it as just the shade created by the leaves and tree?

Pondering his change in appearance, he was surprised as a wolf appeared out of the shadows. It was grey with a patch of white fur starting on its chin that ran in a line that continued down to his belly. He could tell from is posture that the wolf was going to try and enforce its dominance over him, and prepared to defend himself as the wolf rushed towards him.

Harry was thankful he seemed to be a quick learner as the grey and white wolf attacked, he dodged and weaved around its attacks, only using the shadows when he couldn't avoid them. There were foreign instincts trying to help and for a time, as he dodged spears of inky blackness, Harry attempted to ignore them but quickly realized that he was spending more time trying to suppress them than defending himself from the other wolf. Abandoning the attempt to suppress them he felt a sense of wholeness rush through him that he didn't know he was missing. His brain was suddenly aware of how cowardly this wolf really was, he was scrawny, and he only used shadow attacks and always franticly increased the distance between them when Harry got close. He was weak and was confidant in his own sense of superiority as he saw Harry get nicked and scratched by errant spears. Knowing he needed a plan, his human and wolf instincts worked together and came to an agreement, he would need to do something his instincts demanded he never do; act like prey; but in doing so would hopefully be victorious.

It was a few more minutes of dodging before Harry saw his chance. As another spear hurtled towards him he jumped over the wave of darkness thrown wide but low to trip him up and sprinted into the grass land. His plan worked, but not in the way he was expecting. The wolf gave chase and Harry let one of the badly aimed spears puncture his left foreleg as he was distracted by what he'd been looking for, he'd seen a lake as he crested a hill when he was 'fleeing'. Tumbling to the ground with an overly loud and wounded sounding yelp he continued making pathetic whimpering sounds.

Harry would have never expected a wolf to be able to swagger, or strut, much less both at the same time, but his striped opponent walked up to Harry's downed form slowly, but definitely not cautiously, quite carelessly actually. Harry's whines stopped when the other wolf was standing above him. Stripe had less than a second to look down in confusion before Harry shot up and wrapped his powerful jaws around what was once white fur that was now turning red, as Harry's razor sharp teeth punctured the skin. With a sickening sound Harry's jaw clenched and he instinctively twisted his neck, tearing a good chunk of the flesh and fur he had in his mouth out.

Harry wanted to spit out the meat in his mouth as Stripe bled out quickly and motionlessly on the grass bed, but genuine curiosity, both his own and the other's, made him swallow it. It was… good, surprisingly enough. He looked down at his twitching kill and felt the urge to eat more, but he needed to see what he looked like first, his meal would wait.

As Harry left the defeated wolf, he slowly and painfully limped towards the water. Laying by the edge and drinking a bit of water, he rested as the constant dodging had worn him out. His thirst sated he pulled his head back and gazed at himself. What stood out prominently were the ruby red eyes staring back at him, fortunately they were a different shade then Voldemort's, much to his relief. He caught several flashes of red in his fur, the first and by far most intimidating was the fresh blood still dripping down his muzzle. The second were his ears, both of which were a dark red that blended well with his charcoal coloured fur, which was no longer moving, nor pitch black. It was like now that he knew what he looked like the silhouette was gone. The second was his tail that wagged back and forth behind him, turning his body so he could get a better view of the rest of himself in the lake, his brow creased as he saw… feathers? Yes, there were definitely feathers on his back, tipped the same red as his ears and the tip of his tail. He tried of move his shoulder blades in an attempt to dislodge whatever it was on his back only to watch in growing shock as wings unfolded from his back. The wingspan, from what he knew of birds and other kinds of flying creatures, was worryingly small. Regardless of this fact, Harry knew, without the foreign and yet familiar presence in his mind even telling him, that he could fly with them.

Harry, entranced by the possibilities such appendages gave, crouched, spreading his wings as best he could, and jumped. He only felt the wind in his fur for a few seconds as he shot into the air before everything went dark.

o0OoO0o

Harry jerked upright, and was on his feet in an instant, now significantly shorter and lower to the ground. Glancing around he only saw normal trees, undergrowth, and a few stray creature; none of which were magical. Harry gave his body a quick once over, but aside from the same all encompassing inky blackness he couldn't see what his form was, or even get a good idea, the only clue he had was that he was smaller than his wolf form and that it was also a quadruped.

He stood in subdue shock, shock about having another vision and that he seemed to have two forms. His first was a surprise in of itself, as having a winged wolf form that could control shadows was unheard of and if he remembered The Monster Book of Monsters correctly he was some kind of shadow wolf, racking his brains he could not identify the species however.

Shaking his head he decided once again to try and find something reflective so he could see what he looked like. Walking was easy and remarkably similar his wolf form but as he ambled along he felt restless and slow. Speeding up to a trot the feeling remained, growing more insistent. Growling in the back of his throat he started running, faster and faster he went, his surroundings actually blurring as he sprinted forward, but he knew, in the same way he knew his wolf form could fly in some fashion, that he could manoeuvre perfectly through the most difficult of obstacles at full speed. The feeling disappeared and Harry was left with the feeling of freedom as foliage whizzed past him. He saw a log up ahead and would have grinned if his muzzle would have allowed it. Bracing himself, he hopped up onto the log and launched himself up into the air at full speed. He enjoyed the experience of hanging in the air for several seconds before reality reasserted itself and his eyes widened as he saw where he was about to land.

With a wide eyed meow, which was actually Harry muttering a quiet "fuck.", he plummeted into the slow moving stream he's just hurled himself straight at. Once again a foreign presence made itself know and this time Harry accepted his other half's aid instantly. His animal side knew how to swim, apparently, because Harry surfaced quickly and reached the shore within seconds. For the first time Harry had to calm a mind that wasn't his own, the animal instincts raged inside his head at getting wet, but with some effort he slow calmed them.

With a full body shake Harry calmed his other half completely as he shook the water off of himself. Trotting over to the water's edge he saw familiar green eyes staring back at him which now contained a paper thin vertical line in them. He was a cat of some kind, Harry decided, as he looked himself over. He was large, larger than even Hermione's Kneazle hybrid Crookshanks, by a good ten inches or so, but unlike Crookshanks his fur matched his raven black hair.

Harry realized from reading The Monster Book of Monsters again that this form was a full blooded Kneazle, just before a familiar darkness enveloped him.

o0OoO0o

Harry suspected that he would wake up within his bed after learning of his last form, but to his great shock, he didn't. When his eyes opened again, he saw the sky as a burning red with two suns, both glowing white hot in the sky. As he looked around some more Harry realized that he was in another dimension again. This one looked strangely like what he imagined Mars looked like, everything was a light rust-red, with not a speck of green in sight.

He saw many mountains, some were volcanic; in fact, he could see some that were active right now; oozing glowing orange lava. It looked like he was on top of the tallest of the mountains and as he looked down, he saw the land had geysers of fire sprouting from that some of it. He could see many animals below him; most of them were scaled, which wasn't really surprising seeing what kind of world this was but he could also see few phoenixes and some other types of birds he wasn't familiar with flying in and out of the volcanic lava, surprising him as he didn't know they could do that. Looking down towards the ground, there were many more strange fire creatures, although he didn't recognize most of them, some looked like wolves, horses and huge lizards. Upon the lizards were white skinned humans, they looked slim and sickly but they were all behaving perfectly normal. While they all looked different, like all humans did, they seemed to share the same hair and eye colour, which was snow white and pale yellow, respectively. Every single one of them also had completely white skin, they was no difference in tone, which confused Harry, as the blazing suns should have given them very dark tans easily. He pondered on why these humans looked like this; was it because of this dimension somehow? Was there something different about it that made them all the like that? Maybe it was the sky or the suns - he could only wonder. Harry watched them for a while, doing all sorts of jobs, farming, collecting water that looked like it was clear red, as opposed to Earth's clear blue, and many other tasks.

Seeing no danger, he decided to see what he looked like. As he climbed down the mountain he looked down at himself and sighed. Once again all he could see was a fume-like shadow, this time it was patchy yellow, he could see spots on the underside of his neck, belly, and tail. He was clearly a dragon of some kind but going by the general shape of what he could make out of his body he didn't recognize it and was sure it wasn't in the The Monster Book of Monsters.

He could make out wings on his back so he stretched them and attempted to take off. Shockingly, he seemed to be a master flyer right off the bat, cutting through the skies with grace that belied his size. Once Harry was confident he'd mastered flight he started to fly down to the water when he sensed something in the air. He looked downwards and saw ten flaming rings, portals, appear in the air. Out of the portals came out twenty dragons; from what he could remember from the The Monster Book of Monsters, they were Hungarian Horntails. The Largest one in the front of the group had a banner that he couldn't recognize clutched in one of its claws. The dragon within him recognized it though and wasn't happy to see it. A haze of red covered his vision and his instincts took over.

The leader of the pack and the two dragons closest to it dove down and landed on the ground, but Harry, or rather, his dragon side, didn't care about the stragglers. The still flying dragons were bunched in a group, so he flew straight down towards them, his massive form gaining speed. Harry tried to reassert control, but the dragon was adamant on killing the opposing force they was plummeting towards. Harry quickly worked out a compromise, and told his other half as best as he could with just feelings that they would work together or not at all. The dragon agreed, hesitantly at first, but wholeheartedly as they both melded further and became one.

With a new reason for killing them appearing in his mind as the melding left him with knowledge of who these dragons were; a rogue group of his subjects that felt they could overthrow him by destroying his capitol settlement, Harry reached the dragons. The Horntails didn't even get a chance to look up as the claws of Harry's forelegs and the spikes on his wings tore through them. The falling corpses of the dragons falling beside him shielded him from the waves of flame the few still living Horntails shot at him. Levelling out of his dive he felt a warm feeling of power in the back of his throat. The instincts gained allowed him to compress the fire building in his mouth until he could hold it no longer and opened his mouth. The fire that poured from his maw wasn't a wave of fire like the Horntails, but a condensed beam of heat that tore through the still living enemy dragons, their flame retardant hides doing nothing as they were all killed, the ones engulfed in the attack turning to ash in an instant, while the last unlucky dragon was seared in half as the attack got thinner and thinner, the power that fuelled it used up.

Turning his attention to the still living dragon he dove towards the ground. Apart for the leader and the two dragons that went with him, three other dragons were able to land. Harry and the dragon within him were angry that these three had landed and missed their deaths in the sky. However, these six dragons were being kept back from doing much harm, by a handful of humans, who were wearing black armour, which Harry guessed by the scales was made from the scales of the dragon he was currently sharing a body with, on their right shoulder was a black dragons head. Although they were doing well with their twin swords, they begun to have trouble when the dragons began to shrink and shift. It took Harry a second to realize they had become human like beings, they were at least eight foot tall. They also still had their tails, their long neck and heads; they were wearing a dragon like helmet, and black armour. Their feet were still were dragon-like. Regardless, Harry's massive form hit the ground with an earth shuddering impact. Two of the three dragons, now dragon/human hybrids, that escaped their deaths in the sky, were crushed when his two front legs landed square on top of them, it was a rather messy fashion; similar to a sledge hammer smashing a can of tomato soup. The Leader and the two men that came with him, turned to see what the sound was, only to stumble back as they saw Harry with the third dragon that had escaped death in the sky hanging from his mouth as he was walked towards them. Reaching out for the Leader, Harry grasped the clearly terrified hybrid. The armour he was wearing was the purest black and very intricate but it did nothing as Harry slowly closed his claws around him. Metal groaned and the being inside the suit screeched in pain, his bones breaking in dozens of placed before one of his ribs punctured his heart and he died. Turning, Harry watched the other two dragon flee, clearly terrified.

As he tossed the broken suit of hamburger and scrap metal away Harry sensed that the dragon within him was pleased with his brutality but upset about the two that escaped. They had tried to take control over his domain, he was their leader; their ruler, and they had seemed to forget he held this position for a reason. He would have to deal with the rest later, to prove to them who ruled this dimension. However, Harry felt his inner dragon's anger, he wondered where his kinsmen were, as they should have been there to help him, alongside his humans.

Needing a drink after the fight, Harry lumbered towards the waterhole. As he did so, he heard the humans chanting something. Although he didn't recognize the language, he did seemed to be able to understand part of what they were saying, "All Hail the Dragon King!" They chanted. His inner dragon was even more pleased. He knew the humans of his world would do whatever he wanted, even if it meant dying for him.

Harry quickly quenched his thirst quickly before he pulled his head back and looked at himself. He hadn't realized it before but he was large, even by dragon standards. He was at least twice the size of the largest dragon that he fought that day. His head was smooth with thick scales starting at the top of his head and pointing backwards. He had a lot of spikes on him, actually. His wings were covered in them and so was his tail. That presented a problem, Harry decided, what if he wanted to give Hermione or someone else a ride on his back?

As soon as he thought this his form shifted. He became small, and more humanoid. Unlike the other dragons though he didn't become human, he seemed to be a mix between a dragon and a human. His new form was bipedal, and he was taller than the hybrids that he fought not long ago, by at least four or five feet in height. He still had the same scale colouring, dark grey everywhere but on his chest and the front of his neck, which were golden yellow. The spikes that had previously made him look even more dangerous were now gone, replaced by more scales. His tail was still there, but only the very end it was spiked. His face didn't look like it changed at all, still long and smooth. Like the Basilisk he'd fought in his second year and he still had his dragon like legs.

He was about to flex his wings, which he still retained, but before he could think more about his appearance, he sensed the same feeling that he felt before the fight, and tensed for battle again, his form shifting back into his full dragon state. But as fire portals appeared again, when ten dragons came out of it, more Hungarian Horntail dragons, the dragon within him was both glad and angry when he saw the banner they carried. These were the ones that were meant to help him in the first place. Although Harry wasn't sure how, he could tell that these dragons were female, and they all belonged to him. They were his elite guard/mates and as soon as the dragons landed, Harry was surprised that he could understand them as they begged forgiveness because they were delayed from helping him by more hostile forces; the blood covering them all attested to their story, so Harry had no reason to doubt them.

The dragon was pleased, he purred with pleasure at their blood stained scales, the blood of his enemies, it was a good look, an enticing one. He approved of them killing, just as he'd trained them to, but they also knew when they were needed. They had felt his call and had ignored it, even if only temporarily, and with a legitimate reason, they would need to be punished. Harry felt his control being taken away again, but this time the dragon within assured him he had things well in hand. Harry watched as his new body walked up to the Dragon holding the banner and growled at her. She was instantly on her back, her stomach bared submissively as she looked up at him with golden eyes full of devotion. Harry shivered as he felt the scales part on his lower belly and his thick ribbed thirteen foot cock, large even on his massive frame, began to slide free of its pouch. Harry's world faded to black once again, but not before he felt his cock roughly enter the female below him as he mounted her and showed her his displeasure at her tardiness. The rush of power, of dominance and pleasure, even just the barest sliver Harry felt, was intoxicating.

o0OoO0o

Harry was almost annoyed as he didn't find himself back in his bed, but laying on his side on some kind of black rock. Obsidian, a small part of his mind whispered, its voice gentle. Harry laid there for a few moments, as he absorbed that he had a fourth form. His member, apparently, even in this new form, was engorged from the feelings he'd felt as he left his dragon form, slowly shrank as he calmed down. Harry opened his eyes and stared up and the purple sky, or at least what sky he could see through the thick covering of dark clouds, the bright blue sun bathing everything in its light, the radiance seemingly shining straight through the clouds, as if they weren't there. He was in another dimension again. He got to his feet, his experience with quadruped animals allowing him to easily adapt to his new form.

Harry looked around. There were unicorns, dozens, maybe even hundred of them, all walking in a straight line. They were herded by... Elves, it looked like, hundreds of them. They had golden skin and were only a few feet tall, even the tallest among them barely reaching the shortest unicorn's back. They were all dressed in tunics and robes and wielded long staves, a golden crescent moon topped each of them. The one he looked at had a star shaped brown spot right in-between his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was a birth mark on the first elf he looked at, but it seemed to be something they all had.

Harry himself was standing on a rock formation, high above the moving herd. Why was he up here? The same gentle feeling in the back of his mind, the voice of an ancient being of kindness, sent him a burst of knowledge, and suddenly Harry knew, He was this herd's champion, their protector from the hunters that sought to kill them. He did so not because he had to, but because it was his herd, his family. The feeling of protectiveness that surged through him was purely from Harry, and it impressed the gentle being. It was about to consent to using it's form, but Harry's head snapped to look at a bush as the sound of rustling caught his attention. Unknown to him the elves stopped walking and tensed as well, seeing the beast on the rocks glaring at the spot the noise was created from.

Harry saw something move. Peering closer he saw another elf pull back a bow behind a cover of leaves. This one was much taller. It's skin was also a light purple. A Drow, Harry recognized. He didn't have time to think any more as the presence in his mind tried to assert control. Like its voice, it was gentle, but fueled by a protective instinct that rivalled and surpassed Harry's own. Instead of handing over control he offered to share it, the presence seemed happy with this choice, and Harry welcomed the sense of completeness that he had become accustomed to with every form so far. The being was gathering energy, and Harry instantly knew what it was doing and improved the attack.

The skies screamed as a jagged line of lightning shot towards the ground. The presence had simply tried to call down a single bolt of lightning to hit the Hunter, but Harry, having years of manipulating his own magic did something even better. The lightning hit Harry instead, caught by something on his head, before it split off into seven separate Jagged bolts that flash fried the Hunter in the tree, and his six comrades that had been hiding in other spots that Harry's sensed, before they could fire a single shot.

Harry felt the approval and happiness of the gentle beast and felt proud of himself. He tried to take a step but almost stumbles on the now concave surface. He looked down, only to find he was standing in a crater. The lightning had built up on whatever was on his head for a second or two before being fired and it had melted the Obsidian around him. It was now highly reflective and smooth. Harry took the time to see what this form looked like. With a start he recognized what he was; a black unicorn, also known as a Battle Unicorn. They were the opposite of unicorns in looks, their hide was a deep black while the fur around their hooves was white. The horn, which was what he'd manipulated the lightning with, was still crackling with static, making it glow more gold than it normally would. What stood out the most though was his mane and tail. Both didn't seem to be solid, but made of a midnight blue smoke that shifted endlessly, shimmering faintly in the light.

Harry felt the ancient Battle Unicorn give his thanks and blessing to use his form whenever he wished in the future before his world faded to black.

o0OoO0o

Harry was already upright when he opened his eyes. He looked down at his form and smirked. For once, he recognized his form. Despite whatever kept him from seeing himself before he saw a reflection he would recognises his form anywhere, as it was the shape of his first friend. He was an owl.

As soon as he realized this the blob of shadow that obscured him settled, solidifying into jet black feathers. Harry's mind seemed untouched however; he couldn't feel ano-wait, there it was. His inner owl was timid, cowardly even. After becoming so many dominant animals Harry almost launched an attack on the other presence, attacking its weakness, but he held back. This was an animal of flight, escape, and while it was still a predator, Harry himself was still in the mindset of the top predators of the magical world. Harry let his mind drift until a haze, the same comforting feeling he would slip into while he flew on his broom as his new body leaned forward and plummeted off the tree. Barely a foot from the ground his wings caught him and he shot parallel to the ground before pulling up until he was above the tree cover.

He was back on Earth in a lush green forest with a cloudless blue sky above him raining a gentle warmth down upon him, he could even see a town on the horizon. Harry ignored this as he flew, revelling in the freedom the air granted him.

The owl, coaxed by Harry's love of flying came out of hiding and melded with Harry as it felt the joy of another lover of aviation. Together they dipped, dived, and spun through the air, performing complex manoeuvres that not even Harry on a broom could do on his best day. Harry enjoyed it all. The stress of the battles, the dragons in particular, the raging emotions the last few seconds in that form created in specific, drifted away as Harry lost himself in flight and as he did so, he didn't realize that darkness took over him.

o0OoO0o

Harry opened his eyes, he had been so engrossed in his flying he hadn't even notice the dream ending and he was back in Privet Drive. He was in the middle of corkscrewing around a tree seconds earlier, which didn't translate to his human body laying down very well, causing him to roll off his bed with a surprised yelp.

TO BE CONTINUED!