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Chapter 3

Talking

"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked; with a sinking feeling while he looked Dumbledore in his eyes that had seemed to have lost their sparkle. But with the loss the feeling of being x-rayed increased tenfold. This made Harry remember that Dumbledore was one of the best legilimens in the world.

That fact alone made Harry not want to tell the man anything, but coupled with his new instincts screaming at him not to trust this man made Harry decide not to tell him more then what vague details he could get away with.

"Harry, do you remember anything that happened at the ministry?" Dumbledore asked while staring at Harry as if to read his soul.

Closing his eyes as if in deep thought Harry broke the connection the headmaster had been trying to establish and thought back about what had happened. But try as he might all he could remember after Sirius fell other then anger and a red haze, was the savage glee he had found in chasing down Bellatrix. The joy he had found when he felt her flesh give to his new claws, and his rage when Dumbledore himself had stopped him from fighting Voldemort.

Thinking quickly Harry decided again to only tell Dumbledore what would keep him happy.

"Not much," Harry replied, "only an intense rage and a haze of red that covered my vision. I don't even remember changing. Sorry."

As he said that Harry focused only on the memories and anger and red haze from the battle, while he had opened his eyes, and stared the headmaster straight in the eye.

Amazingly the headmaster seemed to buy the lie and a look of disappointment appeared.

"So Harry can you tell me anything else about what happened at the ministry?" Dumbledore asked.

Sighing Harry recounted the tale of what had led up to the breaking at the ministry and the subsequent battle that had happened reminding to stop him-self at the point of Sirius's fall into the veil.

The thought brought Harry up short as he looked at the headmaster in the and mentally begged him to say it was all a figment of his imagination that Sirius had actually fallen.

"I'm sorry Harry but there was nothing that we could do. Sirius is dead." The Headmaster told him with as much sympathy as he could.

Harry just sat there in shock as the tears started to silently fall down his face as the news tried to sink in.

Taking a deep breath Harry locked his emotions up like he so often had to do at the ministry and tried to think straight for a few minutes.

"Sir, what did Voldemort want from the ministry?" Harry asked

This time it was Dumbledore who sighed and had to pause for a minute.

"Harry there is something that I cannot share with you at this time. If not to keep you in the dark but only to keep Madame Pomfery from permanently banning me from the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore stated when Harry opened his mouth to protest.

"Then when will you tell me?" Harry demanded to know.

"All will be answered in due time. Until then get some rest. Come see me when you are realised from here and then I will tell you what you want to know." Was the reply he got and that seemed to be all the reply he would get for the time being.

With that the headmaster stood up and walked to the edge of Harry's bed space, pulled out his wand and said the incantations to allow him passage out of the temporary prison Harry seemed to be in.

What Dumbledore failed to notice that even though Harry had acted like he had accepted what the headmaster had said, showing this by sitting back in his bed and looking like he was relaxing. Harry had kept his ears pinned on the headmaster and was able to get the spell to allow passage through the wards.

Better yet it seemed that the spell used allowed only one person through at a time as neither Pomfery nor Dumbledore stopped to raise the wards again, but instead preceded to walk towards Pomfery's office and close the door.

Testing this theory Harry stood up and proceeded to walk towards the wards that surrounded his bed and the entrance to one of the bathrooms in the Infirmary. Cautiously Harry walked until he was where the headmaster had stopped; stretching out his hand Harry felt the ward underneath his hand. It felt strangely warm to his fingers but when he pushed harder he received a slight shock that had him immediately pulling his hand back to in and sending looks towards the door that his captors (as Harry was beginning to see them as) had disappeared behind.

Walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror at his feline complexion Harry let out a sigh. After splashing water on his face Harry opened a drawer and pulled out a hair brush and started to brush out his hair, which he now realized was now a lot thicker and longer then it had been. Looking for something to hold it back with Harry grabbed a couple of black elastics and tried to tie it in a tale at the nape of his neck. He then had to hold a growl as he noticed two things, one was that his scar was still there standing out in white fur compared to the medium brown that now covered him head to toe, the second was that there was still a couple of strands that refused to go back and hung down over his eyes.

Looking around again Harry sighed as he realized that there were no scissors in the bathroom. Looking at his right hand, Harry slowly tightened to the new muscles (grimacing at the pain) and slid out the new claws he had. On further inspection Harry noticed saw something drip from the point of them as he flexed some muscles around a three bulges that he now felt attached at the back end of the claws. The smell was somewhat familiar to him and it reminded him of the Chamber of Secrets and ink for some reason. Turning back to the matter at hand Harry looked in the mirror raised his hand to his forehead brought his bangs in front of his eyes and trimmed it so that it would sit above his eyebrows but still cover his scar.

When he was finished with that he then started to practice looking human again. What he found out was that he would be able to hold the fur under his skin in only one area of his body at a time without much effort. For instance he could have one hand look normal and it would stay that way no matter what he did with it, even if he popped out his claws. But if he tried it with both his hands, or say his hand and arm, or hand and foot he would not be able to hold onto the transformation when he felt any discomfort. Although he was happy to notice that he was able to hold the fur in on his entire face without much difficulty. But his ears stayed in their new position with their new look.

Actually he realized that he was only able to control his fur for right now. He wasn't able to shrink the bones in his feet so they were back to a normal size ten versus the size sixteen he would now need. Also he found out that there was nothing he could do with his tail other than to wrap it around his waist and not to tuck in his shirt. He had the same problem with the claws on his feet he could only pull them in so far, so when he ordered in his new custom made boots he would not only have to have them made in size sixteen but also with extra space above his toes and also he would need a two inch heel so that he could stand comfortably as standing flatfooted hurt his ankles and knees.

When he was finished with his observations Harry put the brush away, hair trimming in the rubbish and straightened his shirt.

Looking at his watch Harry was surprised to notice that he had been in there almost an entire hour and a half. Wondering why no one had checked on him Harry left the bathroom and walked straight to his bed. When he got there he noticed what must have kept the nurse from her hourly rounds as her office door was still closed that meant that the headmaster was still in there.

As soon as he sat on his bed he watched as she came out followed by the headmaster. Who looked at Harry and walked out the doors and into the school while the witch came over and Harry watched her lips as she muttered the charm to allow her through the wards. Reading them was pleased to note that it was the exact same spell as Dumbledore had used.

The smile that he had on his face dropped as he saw the inspection on her face, it was as if she was sizing him up for how much bad news he could take in one sitting.

"What's going on?" Harry asked with his heart feeling like it was stopping the beating.

Watching as she brought up a chair and sat down in it with a sigh he tried to prepare himself for what she might have to say.

"Well Mr. Potter it seems that your change was not brought on by some kind of spell or curse either from the department or the battle." She began.

"Then why do I look like this." He interrupted.

"That is because of something in your blood, in the very DNA that makes up your entire body."

"And that means what exactly?" Harry pressed.

"With a spell, curse, or even potion we are able to reverse what has happened. Even now with what happened to you we could cast a glamour or transfiguration spell to change the way you look, on the surface. But the fact remains that this is what your true form now is. It would be like transfiguring a mermaid or centaur to look like a human. Not impossible but with their magical core the change would not last as long as say that snuffbox that was changed into a mouse. The mouse might just live a normal life for a mouse, but with the mermaid their magical core would eventually start to fight the spell that would eventually tire the person out. If it was left on long enough it would kill them." The nurse explained to Harry.

"So Harry that means two things about you, one is that it could kill you if we tried to use a glamour to hide your appearance, and two is that in the eyes of the ministry you are no longer a human but something else."Pomfery said.

"What do you mean something else?" Harry questioned?

"Harry the change to your body was brought on by the very makeup of your cell structure. So to the ministry of magic you would be classified as a magical beast much like a werewolf if they ever found out what happened. With the fact that the minister of magic is coming to talk to Dumbledore you will be lucky if he doesn't find out somehow." The nurse patiently explained.

"I think I understand all that." Harry said, and then asked. "So when can I leave here?"

"You should be good to go by supper tonight if nothing else pops up." Pomfery answered with a chuckle.

Standing up and looking at him she reached into her pockets and gave him his wand back.

"The headmaster doesn't want you to have this but I don't see why not so here you go. Just make sure you don't do much magic until we know for sure if there were any changes to your core." She said as she stood up and made her way out of the bed space only pausing Harry noticed not to just pass through the wards but to take them down completely.

With that she went into her office and closed and by the sounds of it locked the door and pulled down the blinds so she couldn't see out.

a/n Yes I am alive I just had really bad writers block then was sent to a place where internet service was hit or miss. But I am back now.

Thanks for all of the story and author alerts and for the couple of reviews.

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