Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

In this chapter: A bit of anger, and some sappiness too. Enjoy, and review, please.

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A week later, Harry was at Snape Manor with Draco and Severus, working on becoming an Animagus. They'd already gone over the basics, and today they would be attempting to transform.

"If you succeed in your first attempt to transform, it will only last for a moment," Severus was telling them. "At first, it will take a lot of energy, and you will feel quite tired afterwards. As you keep practicing, it becomes easier. It won't take as much energy, and you will be able to stay in your form for a longer time.

"Now, Draco, you go first. Imagine yourself turning into your form, and concentrate on that image. You'll feel yourself changing, and it will hurt a little, but the pain goes away."

Draco closed his eyes, and within a few seconds, he felt his bones and muscles stretching and changing. He looked down and saw that his hands and feet were paws. He then looked up and gave a puppy grin to Harry and Severus, who were very much taller than him. It was odd to see them in black and white, instead of color. Just then, he began to change back into a human.

"You were cute," Harry told him, smiling slightly. "You were a golden retriever kind of dog." Draco lay down on the sofa, and then it was Harry's turn. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate on his form...

...and nothing happened.

So he tried again. And again. And again.

Finally, he became so frustrated that he gave up and dropped to a chair. He folded his arms across his chest and bit his lip as tears sprang to his eyes.

"Would you look at that!" exclaimed Draco. "I can do something Harry Potter can't!" Harry glared at him and stormed out of the room. Severus sighed.

"Brilliant, Draco," he muttered, sarcastically. "Do you ever stop to think about what you say?"

Draco rolled his eyes and looked after Harry, who seemed to be heading for the guest bedroom. Draco followed, and he found Harry sitting on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Harry?" Draco said, softly. Harry turned away from him. "Come on, Harry. Don't be such a child. You know I was joking."

"Damn it, Draco, this means a lot to me, all right?" Harry whispered harshly as a tear streamed from his eye. "Excuse me if I don't think it's funny when you joke about it."

"It's really that important to you?"

Harry jumped up from the bed and went to the fireplace, where he Floo-ed to his house. Draco quickly followed.

"Harry! Some people just aren't meant to be Animagi. Why is it so important to you?!"

"Would you like to not be a part of something that everyone else in your family is a part of? Would you like to feel left out?" Harry asked, sharply, as he turned around to face Draco. He turned back and headed for the stairs.

"Why would you want to be a part of that?" Draco wondered.

"Because they're my family, for Merlin's sake!" Harry shouted, angrily. "I love them, and if there's anything I can do to make that time better for them, then I'll do it!" He took a breath and lowered his voice a little. "Please, leave me alone. Go home. I want to be alone."

"Fine, whatever," Draco muttered.

He left through the fireplace, and Harry continued on to the stairs. When he reached them, he found Sirius and Remus standing there. The looks on their faces revealed that they'd been listening.

"How long have you been standing there?" Harry sighed, as he rubbed his hand over his face.

"Long enough to know that you're trying to become an Animagus so that you can spend the full moons with us," Sirius replied, softly. "Harry, do you really feel left out of the family?" Harry crossed his arms over his chest and didn't reply.

"Harry, I don't think that becoming an Animagus is a good idea right now," Remus told him, gently. "Maybe you should wait until you're older; it's dangerous at your age, and you're still not up to your full strength yet."

"Dad, Dad, and Pettigrew did it when they were younger than me," Harry replied. "But don't worry about it; I can't do it, anyway. Draco and I were working on it with Severus earlier, and I couldn't transform even a little bit. I guess Draco's right: some people just aren't meant to be Animagi."

With that said, Harry pushed past his fathers and went up to his bedroom. He lay down in his bed and closed his eyes, and he soon felt the other side of his mattress sink. Sirius spoke from beside him.

"Was it your first time trying to transform?" Harry nodded. "It doesn't always happen the first time. Try it some more--not too much, of course--and it'll probably work, eventually." Harry didn't reply. "We're sorry if you feel left out, Harry. But it can't be controlled. You know it's not safe for you every month, and there's really not much we can do about it."

"You weren't supposed to know about what I was trying to do," Harry mumbled. "It was supposed to be a surprise..." Sirius rubbed his back.

"What would your form be?" he wondered.

"Black panther," Harry replied. He turned away from Sirius and pulled his blanket up to his shoulder.

"Harry? Are you really angry with Draco?"

"He was making jokes about how I couldn't do it," Harry sniffed. "He didn't understand why it was so important to me."

"Of course he didn't. He's not in the same situation as you. From what I saw, he was really upset, kiddo. Maybe you overreacted a little."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Go away. I'm tired."

"Daddy and I are here if you need to talk, kiddo," Sirius said, softly. He leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead. Then he stood and headed for the door, but Harry's voice stopped him.

"Dad?" Sirius looked back at him. "I love you."

Sirius frowned inwardly. Why had Harry just suddenly said that? Quite frankly, it worried Sirius. The last time Harry had just said those words out of the blue, he'd been quite depressed and considering suicide again.

"That was sudden, Harry," Sirius said, softly, as he sat back down on the bed. He gently touched his son's cheek. "Should I be worried?" Harry shook his head.

"No, no," he assured the older man. "It's just that…since Draco and I were gone, I realized that I haven't been telling you and Daddy that enough, and I really do love you." Sirius smiled and nodded slightly.

"We love you, too, son," he told him. He hugged the boy tightly and kissed his hair before getting up. "Do you need anything?" Harry shook his head. "All right. Sleep well."

With that, Sirius left, and Harry got out of bed. He went to his desk and began to write on a piece of parchment. He scribbled down a few words, then rolled the parchment up and gave it to Midnight, who flew out the window.

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A short while later, a familiar black raven flew through a window at Snape Manor. The bird found Draco curled up on his bed, staring at a wall. A letter was dropped in front of the boy, and he began to read it.

I'm sorry for being so harsh. I love you.

Harry

Draco smiled slightly and patted Midnight on his head, giving him the command to go home. As the bird flew out the window once more, Draco lay down in his bed and closed his eyes, feeling a peaceful sleep overtake him.

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