Basically this is up for adoption because I couldn't decide which story to go with. Both are called Belgian Shepherd

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STORY 1

Harry is stuck in his animagus form, a Belgian Shepard dog, and taken in by Pomona Sprout. As a dog, he becomes an unofficial mascot of Hufflepuff, helping Pomona take care (or Shepard) her students. I was looking at him being eventually paired up with a Hufflepuff girl, though who I had yet to decide. But the top contenders where Tonks, Hannah, or Susan.

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, deep in thought. His hands were folded in front his mouth as he thought about the events of the day.

Looking back, he should have gone to check on Harry, but he had foolishly believed that Petunia would put aside her dislike of Lily and care for Harry.

When the wards he had set up around the house alerted him that Harry was gone, and no longer considered the place his home, he had immediately gone to investigate. Unable to get a straight answer from Petunia, he had used legillimancy to read her mind and find the information. What he found sickened him. He then examined Vernon and Dudley Dursley, only to make himself angrier. The neglect and cruelty the family had heaped upon poor Harry was enough to drive any young boy to run away.

He had dispatched the Order in an attempt to find the boy. He was afraid to contact the ministry, lest word get back to former Deatheaters that the boy was missing. The only hope he had was the fact that Harry's name still appeared in the old tome that magically listed every magical student that had, or was to, attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And though he couldn't find the boy through the book until the summer before his first year, the name in the book meant that somewhere, Harry James Potter was still alive.

He should have listened to Minerva all those years ago when she said that the Dursley's were the worst sort of muggles imaginable.

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Pomona Sprout, Herbology Professor and Head of Hufflepuff house at Hogwarts School of was returning home after a late night stroll to clear her head. The older witch loved the small Scottish town she lived in when school wasn't in session. She stopped walking when she heard what sounded like a dogs whine. Turning, she spotted a black dog laying on the ground, it appeared to be sleeping. It's head was similar to a German Shepard, and it's hair was about medium length.

Noticing it didn't have a collar, Pomona realized that it was probably a stray. Being a kind witch by nature, Pomona was tempted to take the dog in, despite not knowing it's temperament. Actually, after thinking about it, she came to the conclusion that she should take it in. If it had a bad temperament and some child stumbled upon it and was hurt, Pomona would never forgive herself for leaving the dog alone. And besides, as a witch, she was more than capable of dealing with the dog should it prove hostile.

Checking that no muggles were around to see her, she stunned the dog, to make sure it didn't fight her as she moved it around. Picking the dog up, she checked once more that no muggles were around, before apparating to her her home.

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The home Pomona apparated into was an old, one-story home. It was a cozy, lived in home, despite the fact that Pomona only spent her summers here. Setting the dog down on the hand-woven rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room, Pomona made her way to the kitchen. Deciding that it would be best to have food as a peace offering when she awoke the canine, she pulled out some left over mutton from her dinner the night before and placed it on a plate, before carrying it out and setting it in front of the dog.

Also figuring that it would be easier to check while the dog was unconscious, the herbologist lifted the dogs hind leg and confirmed that it was male.

Satisfied that she had what she needed at the moment, the witch pointed her wand at the dog and said, "Rennnervate."

The dogs eyes opened, and it picked it's head up, looking around the room for a moment. Pomona noticed it's nose twitch as it began sniffing. Turning and spotting the plate of food. The dog stood and walked over to it, and began to eat in earnest.

After a few minutes, the dog had cleaned off the plate and looked over at Pomona. It cocked it's head as if in question, and the witch noticed it's emerald green eyes, eyes that were eerily similar to one of her favorite students.

Pomona smiled as the dog came up and began to lick her hand. It appeared that the dog was friendly after all. Moving her hand to the top of it's head to rub him behind the ears, she said, "Well what am I to do with you now, hmm?"

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STORY 2

In this one, again, Harry is stuck as an animagus but taken it as Hannah Abbot's dog. It was intended to be Harry/Hannah. And yes, in this one I put in a small Easter egg for all you Babe fans.

Prologue

Brian Abbott was a simple man. A Scottish farmer, he currently worked and lived on the farm his family had owned for generations, along with his wife and young daughter. He wouldn't have it any other way. His days mostly consisted of milking their two cows, collecting eggs from from the hens, checking on the sheep herd, and general maintenance around the farm. It wasn't an exciting life, but it suited him.

The fact that, thanks to his wife, he didn't have to worry too much about how much money the farm made helped him immensely. Cecilia Abbot was an honest to god witch, which made it so that his farm, as a wizarding household, did not have to pay the expenses that non-magical homes had too.

Today, he was driving his old truck to a farm a few counties away. The fellow farmer he was going to meet bred Belgian Shepherds as a side business. And while he already had two dogs, both female Border Collies, to help him herd sheep, this dog was going to be a gift for his daughter Hannah's second birthday. And while his wife had her reservations, he placed little in higher value than a good dog to protect his little girl. Not that he was too worried now that the leader of that terrorist group Cecilia had told him about had been destroyed this past October.

But still, another dog, specifically for Hannah, would ease his mind as Ivy and Rose were more often than not with him or the sheep.

Upon reaching the farm, he stepped out of his truck and was greeted by an older man. "Morning Mr. Hogget," Brian said, shaking the older farmer's hand.

Hogget smiled at him. "Morning Brian." He gestured for Brian to follow him. "Come on, the pups are in the barn."

Hogget led the younger man to said barn, and to a closed stall, where several puppies were playing around. "You said that you wanted a pup for your little girl?" he asked.

Brian nodded. "I've got the two dogs, but they're mine. I'd feel better if I could get a pup that would see Hannah as theirs."

Hogget thought for a moment, before coming to a decision. He lead Brian to another stall, where several black pups were playing around. After identifying the one he wanted, it was the only pup with green eyes, he picked it up and handed it to Brian. "Take the Groendael. He's gentler and less rowdy than the rest, not to mention that he's probably the smartest pup I got. He'll be a good fit for a little girl. I thought about keeping him myself for breeding, but he I don't need another dog to help with the herd, and it would be a waste for him to be here just for studding. He's got talent this one."

Brian examined the dog himself. Aside from it's unusual eye color, it seemed to be in perfect health. "Is he up to date on his shots?"

Hogget nodded.

"How much?" Brian asked.

Hogget thought for a moment. "Normally, I'd sell him for about 480 Pounds, but since he's for your little girl, I'll give him to you for half, 240 Pounds."

Brian thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I can do that. Will you accept a check, or do I have to run to the bank?"

"I'll take a check," Hogget chuckled.