Disclaimer: All of these characters except Rose Lily Potter belong to J.K.
Rowling.
The Unicorn and the Stag
Harry woke up.
He didn't know when he'd gone to sleep. It must have been after the voice had left...what had she called herself?
He sat up, expecting to feel pain shooting down various parts of him. Instead, he felt great. Better than he'd ever felt in his life. He looked at his arms and hands. There were no cuts or bruises. He felt his head. No blood, no pain. He looked at all the places where his uncle had hit him. Nothing. He didn't even have any dried blood from where the cuts had been.
Then he remembered the incantation the voice had said. He immediately remembered their conversation. She was friends with Sirius! That must mean she was good. Now she had said he needed to ask Sirius about something.about her! She wanted him to ask Sirius about why he was helping her! Harry stopped. He noticed he had been thinking of the voice as a "her." He remembered something she had said: "Focus your thoughts on me and you will find me." He had thought she was just saying that he would be able to talk to her. But now he realized that she must have meant her physical being, her name and location. When Harry thought that last word, "location," he saw something happen.
He was falling to the earth, from far above. His wings were flapping in the breeze. Then a hippogriff flew under him, with a dog on its back. The hippogriff caught him, and up righted him. He saw that he was looking at.himself! Surprised, he snapped out of the daydream. He opened his eyes and found he was looking at a silvery unicorn-Pegasus covered in cuts and bruises, with a large, black, shaggy dog on a hippogriff next to it. As he watched, the dog changed into a tall man with long, dirty black hair. "Sirius!" Harry yelled. He jumped up to hug him. When he sat back down, he noticed that the unicorn had also changed, into a tall redheaded girl. As soon as he saw the girl, he recognized her. She was the voice. He could feel it. But there was something else, too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The girl smiled. *That's right,* she said.
Harry jumped. *You are the voice!*
She smiled again. *Yep. And not only that.*
Harry looked frustrated. *What?*
*I think you already know.*
Harry felt the girl digging through his mind, his memories being searched like a file folder. *What are you doing?* he asked, somewhat angrily.
*Shut up! I'm trying to find it for you.* She screwed her face up in concentration. *Aha! There it is!*
Harry felt a memory come to his mind. He was picturing a scene from when he was a baby. He was playing in his nursery, but there was another person there. A girl. A girl with red hair...
He snapped out of the memory. He looked at the girl, ready to protest her invading his thoughts. It was then when he realized that the girl in the memory looked almost exactly like her. Then he knew.
*You're my sister, aren't you?*
She mentally snorted. *Nooo. I'm your fairy godmother. Duh. Rose Lily Potter. I look like Mum, but I've got Dad's eyes. Or so I'm told. All I know is that I have Mum's hair and face, and Dad's nearsighted blue eyes.*
*You're the one who healed me.*
*Right again. You saw me black out and fall from the injuries I transferred to myself.*
*But how did you get away from.*
*Voldemort? Ask Sirius. I'm tired of explaining.*
*Would you please stop finishing my sentences?*
"I hate to break up this little family reunion," Sirius said, "but we need to go."
His voice had made both Harry and Rose jump. They had been so involved in each others' minds that they had completely shut out the outside world. "Sirius!" Harry protested. "Rose was just telling me how she got away from Voldemort!" Sirius responded, "She can finish at Hogwarts. We have to get there before your uncle finds you.with us." He looked grim. "You won't be able to withstand another beating. Your injuries were so bad the last time that Rose had barely enough power to heal them, especially after the problems she had had making contact. It would probably kill her if she healed you again, but if she broke the link, which is the only thing that lets her heal you, she would have another episode like the one in the cave. She couldn't survive another reaction like that."
Harry almost asked what the difficulties were, until he looked through Rose's mind and found the memory of them. He shuddered. "I don't know how she stands one," he muttered to Sirius. "So how are we going to get to Hogwarts? Buckbeak won't be able to carry my trunk and Hedwig's cage."
"Hedwig's cage isn't a problem," Rose responded. "Starsong can carry it." She whistled, and a phoenix grew out of a pebble on the ground. It hopped up onto her arm.
Harry stared. "Where'd you get that?"
Rose smiled. "I found her egg on the ground deserted when I was seven. I raised her, and in return she acts as my owl. Unfortunately, since she's so noticeable, she generally looks like a tawny." She winked. "The Honeydukes owners got tired of a giant phoenix showing up at their window with requests for candy."
"But what do we do about my trunk?"
"Starsong."
"I don't think even a phoenix could carry that all the way to Hogwarts."
Rose grinned evilly. "Who says we'll be flying the whole way? Are you aware that being an Animagus is a genetic trait?"
She pointed her wand at him and whispered something. Harry felt his feet start to change, the differences moving slowly up his body. Five minutes later, he was a stag.
"Prongs rides again," she said, sadly smiling.
They ran off into the night.
The Unicorn and the Stag
Harry woke up.
He didn't know when he'd gone to sleep. It must have been after the voice had left...what had she called herself?
He sat up, expecting to feel pain shooting down various parts of him. Instead, he felt great. Better than he'd ever felt in his life. He looked at his arms and hands. There were no cuts or bruises. He felt his head. No blood, no pain. He looked at all the places where his uncle had hit him. Nothing. He didn't even have any dried blood from where the cuts had been.
Then he remembered the incantation the voice had said. He immediately remembered their conversation. She was friends with Sirius! That must mean she was good. Now she had said he needed to ask Sirius about something.about her! She wanted him to ask Sirius about why he was helping her! Harry stopped. He noticed he had been thinking of the voice as a "her." He remembered something she had said: "Focus your thoughts on me and you will find me." He had thought she was just saying that he would be able to talk to her. But now he realized that she must have meant her physical being, her name and location. When Harry thought that last word, "location," he saw something happen.
He was falling to the earth, from far above. His wings were flapping in the breeze. Then a hippogriff flew under him, with a dog on its back. The hippogriff caught him, and up righted him. He saw that he was looking at.himself! Surprised, he snapped out of the daydream. He opened his eyes and found he was looking at a silvery unicorn-Pegasus covered in cuts and bruises, with a large, black, shaggy dog on a hippogriff next to it. As he watched, the dog changed into a tall man with long, dirty black hair. "Sirius!" Harry yelled. He jumped up to hug him. When he sat back down, he noticed that the unicorn had also changed, into a tall redheaded girl. As soon as he saw the girl, he recognized her. She was the voice. He could feel it. But there was something else, too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The girl smiled. *That's right,* she said.
Harry jumped. *You are the voice!*
She smiled again. *Yep. And not only that.*
Harry looked frustrated. *What?*
*I think you already know.*
Harry felt the girl digging through his mind, his memories being searched like a file folder. *What are you doing?* he asked, somewhat angrily.
*Shut up! I'm trying to find it for you.* She screwed her face up in concentration. *Aha! There it is!*
Harry felt a memory come to his mind. He was picturing a scene from when he was a baby. He was playing in his nursery, but there was another person there. A girl. A girl with red hair...
He snapped out of the memory. He looked at the girl, ready to protest her invading his thoughts. It was then when he realized that the girl in the memory looked almost exactly like her. Then he knew.
*You're my sister, aren't you?*
She mentally snorted. *Nooo. I'm your fairy godmother. Duh. Rose Lily Potter. I look like Mum, but I've got Dad's eyes. Or so I'm told. All I know is that I have Mum's hair and face, and Dad's nearsighted blue eyes.*
*You're the one who healed me.*
*Right again. You saw me black out and fall from the injuries I transferred to myself.*
*But how did you get away from.*
*Voldemort? Ask Sirius. I'm tired of explaining.*
*Would you please stop finishing my sentences?*
"I hate to break up this little family reunion," Sirius said, "but we need to go."
His voice had made both Harry and Rose jump. They had been so involved in each others' minds that they had completely shut out the outside world. "Sirius!" Harry protested. "Rose was just telling me how she got away from Voldemort!" Sirius responded, "She can finish at Hogwarts. We have to get there before your uncle finds you.with us." He looked grim. "You won't be able to withstand another beating. Your injuries were so bad the last time that Rose had barely enough power to heal them, especially after the problems she had had making contact. It would probably kill her if she healed you again, but if she broke the link, which is the only thing that lets her heal you, she would have another episode like the one in the cave. She couldn't survive another reaction like that."
Harry almost asked what the difficulties were, until he looked through Rose's mind and found the memory of them. He shuddered. "I don't know how she stands one," he muttered to Sirius. "So how are we going to get to Hogwarts? Buckbeak won't be able to carry my trunk and Hedwig's cage."
"Hedwig's cage isn't a problem," Rose responded. "Starsong can carry it." She whistled, and a phoenix grew out of a pebble on the ground. It hopped up onto her arm.
Harry stared. "Where'd you get that?"
Rose smiled. "I found her egg on the ground deserted when I was seven. I raised her, and in return she acts as my owl. Unfortunately, since she's so noticeable, she generally looks like a tawny." She winked. "The Honeydukes owners got tired of a giant phoenix showing up at their window with requests for candy."
"But what do we do about my trunk?"
"Starsong."
"I don't think even a phoenix could carry that all the way to Hogwarts."
Rose grinned evilly. "Who says we'll be flying the whole way? Are you aware that being an Animagus is a genetic trait?"
She pointed her wand at him and whispered something. Harry felt his feet start to change, the differences moving slowly up his body. Five minutes later, he was a stag.
"Prongs rides again," she said, sadly smiling.
They ran off into the night.