Sorry, I seem to have been gotten cut off in the last chapter. I was
borrowing the computer from a friend, and he needed back and it was really
urgent, so the last chapter was really short, and not the best spot to
leave off. But worry not, for I shall continue it now.
Anyway, thanks for all your kind reviews, then have definitely been very helpful towards my story. Thx!
I have to say now that there will be some OC in the story, but then again, of course there will be.
And on we go with the story.
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Harry somehow managed to enter the Shrieking Shack unharmed, though he was quite close to loosing his left arm to the Whompy Willow (Is that the name? I don't really remember, forgive me, because I don't have the book handy with me right now, so if the names are a bit off, I apologize)
His animagus form is a black panther, a very strong feline, one of which moves with grace and precision of a predator. It's feet never making a sound in the dead of the night, and it's colors blending in with the shadows quite nicely, if not for his emerald eyes blazing in the dark. (Yes, emerald can blaze just as well as red)
He entered the room silently, though he had no doubt that they already knew of his arrival, what with one of them being a ware-wolf and all that.
As he had anticipated, a stag and a black dog resembling a grim stood at the door of the room. A tired but alert ware-wolf just behind them, and no sign of any rat in the room. 'How typical of him to hide.' Harry thought.
He walked slowly into the room, though not near enough that any of them would be able to strike him. He lowered his head in a sign of offering peace, though he was not sure if it was a good idea to take his gaze off the three of them.
He knew he would have been able to handle any one of them, provided that they attack him alone, or perhaps any two of them, with a little difficulty, but it should be not that much trouble. But if the three of them were to come at once.
He needn't think such thoughts, though. For he knew that they would not attack. How? He himself didn't know, call it a sixth sense, if you will, but he is able to sense things.
A sudden movement caught his eye, it was in the corner of the room. 'So the rat has decided to show himself.' Harry mused to himself, though his gaze is now back on the two large animals in front of him.
Slowly, and very carefully, the stag lowered his head. Which was followed by the dog, and then the ware-wolf. Nobody had expected anything out of the rat.
Harry felt incredibly warm inside, so they had accepted him, that's nice to know.
He silently walked over to the side of the room, and lay down on the floor. He watched as Padfoot and Prongs got engaged in a mock-fight, Moony was just lying on the flooring as he was, watching, and Wormtail was running about the room blindly. Harry had half the heart to kill him right there and then, but he knew that he mustn't change history, or at least not on purpose. No doubt that his visit here has already changed history. 'But Sirius said that he remembered my visit from his 5th year, that must mean that I've came here before, we then I'm not really changing history.I think.' Harry thought to himself, though it was a very complicated thing and was already giving him a hard time thinking about it without the headache.
Suddenly, a howl came from the corner of the room where Moony was, cutting the silence, or rather near silence, of the night like a sharp knife. Harry snapped his head over to him, and saw that Padfoot was on top of him (Please don't think sickly about this. Again, this is not slash and it will never be) trying to stop Moony from hurting himself, or anyone else. Prongs ran/galloped over to help, and Wormtail was hanging back, hiding under the shadows. 'Coward.' Thought Harry.
He sprinted to where they were, and helped Padfoot get the wolf under control, it was harder than he thought it would be, but they finally managed to, though there were several scratch marks to be seen on their faces - courtesy of Moony the ware-wolf. (I really don't mean to make him sound bad or anything, I just find this a good way to describe him when he's in that ware-wolf state of his. I'm sorry if he sounds evil, rest assured that I do like him and he will be one of the main 'good guys' in the story.)
Harry wandered away from the marauders and found a spot to sit by himself, he looked at a bite mark on his left hand/paw, and saw that it was bleeding, not badly, but it still hurts him a lot. He gently lifted it and licked the wound, hoping to make it better. (I was told that animals lick their wound, I'm sorry if he sounds disgusting.)
He looked over once again to his newfound friends, they were resting also. He looked on in amusement at Wormtail, who was trying to approach Moony, but would scurry away whenever Moony twitched; or Padfoot would growl at him when he came too close.
He looked at Prongs, who was currently resting beside Padfoot, tired, but alert. They locked gaze for a moment, before Padfoot suddenly barked and was walking towards the door impatiently. They all looked as they saw that the sun was slowly making its way up the horizon. 'So we made it through the night unscratched.well, barely.' Harry thought, and followed the three other animals out, assuming that Moony was going to stay until a teacher of some sort came to get him.
The dog, stag and rat walked towards the castle, but not before looking back towards Harry.
'Oh, that's right, I can't let them know yet. Well, I guess I'll make a detour then.' He thought, and nodded at them before turning to walk towards the Forbidden Forest.
'Let them think I'm just a normal animal who was looking for shelter yesterday.' Harry thought as he walked.
He entered the forest, and with his keen hearing and sight, made sure that no one was around before transforming back to his human state. Then he walked over to where he hid his invisibility cloak, wrapped it around himself and made the way back to the castle.
Too bad for him that even with his enhanced hearing and sight, he did not see a great big snake parched on a tree branch just above him, nor the blood-red eyes of the snake that followed him. He did, however, hear something about another kill whispered in Parseltongue, though he paid no mind to it, since he hear that kind of things all of time when he neared the Forbidden Forest, for that there are many snakes in the forest, all of which must kill to survive at some point.
He neglected the fact that the normal snakes should still be hibernating, and not out about killing others.
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~**~ I really hope you like this chapter, and I'm sorry about all my ranting.
Please review and tell me how it was.
Will Harry tell the marauders about his identity and powers?
Will someone figure out Harry's identity and powers?
Will I get any reviews???
Tone in for the next chapter of. what's the name of my story again??
Anyway, thanks for all your kind reviews, then have definitely been very helpful towards my story. Thx!
I have to say now that there will be some OC in the story, but then again, of course there will be.
And on we go with the story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry somehow managed to enter the Shrieking Shack unharmed, though he was quite close to loosing his left arm to the Whompy Willow (Is that the name? I don't really remember, forgive me, because I don't have the book handy with me right now, so if the names are a bit off, I apologize)
His animagus form is a black panther, a very strong feline, one of which moves with grace and precision of a predator. It's feet never making a sound in the dead of the night, and it's colors blending in with the shadows quite nicely, if not for his emerald eyes blazing in the dark. (Yes, emerald can blaze just as well as red)
He entered the room silently, though he had no doubt that they already knew of his arrival, what with one of them being a ware-wolf and all that.
As he had anticipated, a stag and a black dog resembling a grim stood at the door of the room. A tired but alert ware-wolf just behind them, and no sign of any rat in the room. 'How typical of him to hide.' Harry thought.
He walked slowly into the room, though not near enough that any of them would be able to strike him. He lowered his head in a sign of offering peace, though he was not sure if it was a good idea to take his gaze off the three of them.
He knew he would have been able to handle any one of them, provided that they attack him alone, or perhaps any two of them, with a little difficulty, but it should be not that much trouble. But if the three of them were to come at once.
He needn't think such thoughts, though. For he knew that they would not attack. How? He himself didn't know, call it a sixth sense, if you will, but he is able to sense things.
A sudden movement caught his eye, it was in the corner of the room. 'So the rat has decided to show himself.' Harry mused to himself, though his gaze is now back on the two large animals in front of him.
Slowly, and very carefully, the stag lowered his head. Which was followed by the dog, and then the ware-wolf. Nobody had expected anything out of the rat.
Harry felt incredibly warm inside, so they had accepted him, that's nice to know.
He silently walked over to the side of the room, and lay down on the floor. He watched as Padfoot and Prongs got engaged in a mock-fight, Moony was just lying on the flooring as he was, watching, and Wormtail was running about the room blindly. Harry had half the heart to kill him right there and then, but he knew that he mustn't change history, or at least not on purpose. No doubt that his visit here has already changed history. 'But Sirius said that he remembered my visit from his 5th year, that must mean that I've came here before, we then I'm not really changing history.I think.' Harry thought to himself, though it was a very complicated thing and was already giving him a hard time thinking about it without the headache.
Suddenly, a howl came from the corner of the room where Moony was, cutting the silence, or rather near silence, of the night like a sharp knife. Harry snapped his head over to him, and saw that Padfoot was on top of him (Please don't think sickly about this. Again, this is not slash and it will never be) trying to stop Moony from hurting himself, or anyone else. Prongs ran/galloped over to help, and Wormtail was hanging back, hiding under the shadows. 'Coward.' Thought Harry.
He sprinted to where they were, and helped Padfoot get the wolf under control, it was harder than he thought it would be, but they finally managed to, though there were several scratch marks to be seen on their faces - courtesy of Moony the ware-wolf. (I really don't mean to make him sound bad or anything, I just find this a good way to describe him when he's in that ware-wolf state of his. I'm sorry if he sounds evil, rest assured that I do like him and he will be one of the main 'good guys' in the story.)
Harry wandered away from the marauders and found a spot to sit by himself, he looked at a bite mark on his left hand/paw, and saw that it was bleeding, not badly, but it still hurts him a lot. He gently lifted it and licked the wound, hoping to make it better. (I was told that animals lick their wound, I'm sorry if he sounds disgusting.)
He looked over once again to his newfound friends, they were resting also. He looked on in amusement at Wormtail, who was trying to approach Moony, but would scurry away whenever Moony twitched; or Padfoot would growl at him when he came too close.
He looked at Prongs, who was currently resting beside Padfoot, tired, but alert. They locked gaze for a moment, before Padfoot suddenly barked and was walking towards the door impatiently. They all looked as they saw that the sun was slowly making its way up the horizon. 'So we made it through the night unscratched.well, barely.' Harry thought, and followed the three other animals out, assuming that Moony was going to stay until a teacher of some sort came to get him.
The dog, stag and rat walked towards the castle, but not before looking back towards Harry.
'Oh, that's right, I can't let them know yet. Well, I guess I'll make a detour then.' He thought, and nodded at them before turning to walk towards the Forbidden Forest.
'Let them think I'm just a normal animal who was looking for shelter yesterday.' Harry thought as he walked.
He entered the forest, and with his keen hearing and sight, made sure that no one was around before transforming back to his human state. Then he walked over to where he hid his invisibility cloak, wrapped it around himself and made the way back to the castle.
Too bad for him that even with his enhanced hearing and sight, he did not see a great big snake parched on a tree branch just above him, nor the blood-red eyes of the snake that followed him. He did, however, hear something about another kill whispered in Parseltongue, though he paid no mind to it, since he hear that kind of things all of time when he neared the Forbidden Forest, for that there are many snakes in the forest, all of which must kill to survive at some point.
He neglected the fact that the normal snakes should still be hibernating, and not out about killing others.
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~**~ I really hope you like this chapter, and I'm sorry about all my ranting.
Please review and tell me how it was.
Will Harry tell the marauders about his identity and powers?
Will someone figure out Harry's identity and powers?
Will I get any reviews???
Tone in for the next chapter of. what's the name of my story again??