Sorry for those who read this chapter before – I changed the way I labelled chapters, and uploaded the wrong one (doesn't help having finished more than one at a time, I decided to let you wait around for a little while – mean, aren't I? Anyway, those of you who read this chapter before, please go back and read the correct 22.
Chapter Twenty Three:
Elisa walked after Karan into a room, she was dressed in light purple Atlantean style robes, all of her weapons had been removed, though she hadn't protested, because Harry had warned her, and told her that his own weapons had been removed the first time he came here.
"The first thing I think that you should learn is how to speak a few of the beast-languages, Harry said that you would find them interesting, so I am leaving you in the company of Sky Dawn for the next week," the doctor told her. "I regret being to busy to instruct you myself, but Sky Dawn is undoubtedly the best at Animal Languages, so I'll leave you in her capable hands – in there."
With that, Karan hurried off and Elisa looked for a moment at the door, then cautiously pushed it open and entered the room.
Inside the room Elisa was greeted by a very … interesting sight. A young woman, only in her twenties or something, and very beautiful, was tickling the belly of a small draconic creature and apparently chattering at in its own language.
Elisa decided that this must be Sky Dawn, Harry had mentioned her, she remembered, her god-brother had a crush on the girl, and looking at her, Elisa could easily see why.
"Um, hello?" Elisa said, and the woman looked up, the draconic thing whipped right-way-up and hissed.
"Ah, you must be Celeres," the woman's voice was soft and soothing when speaking in English and her smile seemed to light up the room. The draconic thing stopped hissing, but continued to watch Elisa warily.
"Yeah. And you're Sky Dawn?" Elisa replied.
"That is my name in Atlantean," Sky Dawn agreed, and it was only now that Elisa realised that she hadn't spoken a word of English since she'd arrived in this alternate universe the afternoon before. "But please, call me Sky."
"Sky it is then," Elisa agreed.
"I am supposed to be teaching you how to speak the languages of the beasts, magical and not so, although here, all creatures have some magical ability. Let us begin with this fellows," here she gently stroked the draconic thing's head. "He is called a Litnithian, and this one has been with me since he hatched about three months ago, they are fanatically loyal creatures…"
Elisa settled down to learn what she could from her god-brothers crush.
Meanwhile, far away, Harry was sitting completely still, not moving a muscle as Tigris prowled around him. The man had decided that he had to test Harry's concentration.
This decision had led to Harry sitting cross-legged on the floor at the centre of a clearing in the woods, his eyes and attention focused on a small ball that hung in the air in front of him.
The moment his concentration wavered, the ball would drop a little, or a lot, depending. As a Seeker, Harry had done similar things often enough, and he kept his concentration focused also on the movements of his 'instructor'.
Every now and then Tigris would lash out with fist, boot, or a switch of wood, never hard, but enough to shatter most people's concentration. But Harry was a Seeker, and he would not let himself fail his teachers by losing his concentration.
They'd been going at this for an hour, and Harry was fairly certain that they were not going to stop for some time to come; he just hoped that he would get too hungry, or need to go to the toilet, although both of these things were probably what Tigris wanted him to ignore.
It was a little over five hours later that they finally stopped. "Good," was the only thing that Tigris said to Harry, and Harry simply waited for his next instruction.
"We will eat now, and then commence your instruction," Tigris told him, and walked away, Harry rose and followed silently. He'd gotten used to being in control, it did his ego good to here, doing this now, and he knew it.
The next few days held much of the same, the torture that teachers put their students through on the pretext that they were 'being taught'.
Harry didn't mind too much, none of it was as painful as Seekers Academy had been, and he knew that it was a test of sorts to make sure that he was worthy of Tigris's teachings, and Harry by no means wanted to fail.
So he went through with it, uncomplaining, and he could feel Tigris's approval for him growing more with each passing day. Harry had very little time to talk to Elisa or his parents, but he was very envious of his god-sisters teacher when he found out who it was.
Three days later, the real training began, Harry had to enter the place that he would normally go when he was changing form to the panther, but then keep his body from changing.
Once he mastered this, he had to change small parts of his body, at Tigris's order, Harry sensed that he was moving faster than most would, even though Tigris said nothing about it.
Finally, a little into the fourth week of his training, while Elisa had moved on from Sky Dawn's instructions to the spells and ways of magic that the Atlantean's used, Harry was permitted to try and change his shape into something completely different.
"Your body will choose what it wants its form to be," Tigris told him, going over that which Harry had already long since learned. "Just as it did with your first transformation. I will be waiting, shielded, until you have control of your form."
Harry nodded once, knowing that Tigris disliked being spoken to, unless it was to say something intelligent and useful, he lived in the woods for this reason, being antisocial to a fault.
Sitting down, cross-legged on the ground, a position that Harry had grown very accustomed to lately, Harry let his breathing slow as he entered the space in his mind that he went to before a change.
He locked the panthers feelings behind a wall within the bubble of thought that he controlled, and relaxed, calling on the magics that would let him change form.
He felt it, running havoc with his body, changing things, though he did not know what to, and he waited patiently for whatever creature he became to take control. He knew that he must not try to fight it, having gone through this procedure once before for a first time.
When the other consciousness took control, that control was absolute, and Harry lost all control that he had over his body, he was whatever it was that he'd become.
The creature sensed a stab of surprise in it's mind, and looked around for the source, seeing nothing, but all of it's mental senses screamed that there was someone nearby who was surprised and a little scared.
Odd body resting lightly on clawed feet, tail lashing behind it, the creature turned, looking around, carefully examining every little hiding place that there was in the surrounding area, but it saw nothing.
Suddenly it froze – it seemed that an other-consciousness was trying to take control of it, turning momentarily inwards to fight, the creature recognized the other-consciousness as a part of itself, and relaxed, allowing Harry to once more take control of the body.
Accustomed as he already was to four feet, Harry bounded and played, and then the part of him that was whatever creature he was reminded him of the other-person that had been here.
Stopping his play, Harry found the thought-being that couldn't be seen in the physical world, and recognized it as Tigris. He assured the beast within him that the person was fine, a friend.
Harry felt the wariness of his teacher fading, and soon the man appeared in the physical world, Harry had to grab for control as the beast wanted to lash out.
"I've never known anyone to take a form such as that," the man remarked to Harry, who looked up at him, confused.
Tigris conjured a mirror easily in front of Harry, and Harry nearly fell over from the shock of what he saw.
It was not a normal beast reflected in that mirror, it looked a lot like a wolf in body shape, the same type of muscle and legs, but it was blindingly white, covered not with fur but diamond shaped scales, delicate muzzle opened slightly to show vicious teeth.
A draconic tail whipped around behind him, a leaf shaped sort of blade – Harry paused in looking at his new form to flick his tail gently a leaf – it was as blade, and sliced through the leaf with ease, even though he was moving slowly.
But that wasn't the best thing – those were the wings. He loved having a form that could fly, and these wings, rather like a bat or dragons in shape and the manner that they attached to the body, but the membrane that joined them was more like that of a moth or butterflies wings.
Not in colour, but rather that there were thin lines running through, each one forming its own shape that was completely unique and independent of the rest (for those who've read them, think the dragon wings from Anne McCaffrey's Dragons of Pern).
Running along his back was a sort of spinal ridge with sharp points rising up here and there, and there small flares of spines with membrane between them around his paws. Even his eyes were different, instead of the normal emerald green, they were a shining silver that seemed to blend in with the form he now took.
"If you are done admiring yourself, Pardus … Ferux would be more appropriate now, actually … kindly change back to human form – if you can."
Harry was a little surprised that the man added this last part, but when he did try to change back, he discovered that indeed he couldn't return to his human form.
In his sudden panic, the beast took control again, but it remembered that it's other-part had said that the man in front of them was a friend, and used it's own abilities to try and help the other-part.
Under the beasts control, Harry felt their joint mind reach out, bridging across the distance between the two beings in the glade, joining their minds together before the beast slipped back, allowing Harry to take control.
I can't. Why not? Is this telepathy? Harry sent along the link, his thoughts somewhat incoherent.
"I do not know exactly why you cannot return to your human form, and yes, you used telepathy to communicate with me, you should be able to, while in that form, as that is one of it's magical qualities," Tigris replied.
What am I? Harry asked.
"You are what we call a Canis Dracis," replied his teacher. "I'm sure you can guess why that is, having looked at your form. They are very strongly gifted in magic, but are, despite our best efforts, seriously declining at present."
What should I do? Harry asked now.
"I believe you should probably return to the Palace, someone there might have an idea of how to get you changed back, and if they don't, they have more minds to put to the problem anyway, it's that way," he added, pointing. "Just fly or run one thousand kilometres that way."
One thousand? Harry yelped, nearly losing control of his form to the creature once more.
"One thousand," Tigris appeared amused. "I'm sure that it will be good training for your body, boy, and you'd best get going, you know … it will be night soon."
Harry bared his teeth, then fanned his wings open and bounded gracefully into air, wings sweeping down with a graceful ease as he headed for the freedom of the sky.
Thank you for the lessons, he sent down, and, glancing downwards for a moment, saw the man raise a hand in acknowledgement, then disappear back into the forest growth.
It didn't take long to fall into the rhythm of flying, this was much easier than in his panther form, maybe it was because these bones were made for flight and were lighter than those of the hunter that his other form was.
These wings, too, seemed better able to cope with moving through the air easier too, and Harry had to be very stern with himself to stop himself from dancing around in the air and performing all sorts of tricks – he had a long way to go, after all.
The forest did not last long, he was surprised to discover, and was replaced by a desert – Harry knew that there were all climates on the Atlantean world differed greatly, and while they could correct them, the people certainly would never endanger a species that could be found only in particular climates.
Swooping over the desert was easy, as there were many thermals over the sands that he only to let the air raise him and then swoop down to the next one, rise and continue in this manner.
It made for easy, unstressful travelling, which meant that Harry could rest his wings for the rest of the flight, which would probably be made in the night.
Wheeling in the free skies, far from civilization, Harry let the instincts of the Canis Dracis take over, and flew freely. In the coming night he swooped off the desert, over a long grassy plain.
Swooping down, he folded his wings against his sides and decided to try out the speed of the legs that he could now use. Muscles rippling in steely power, he sprang forwards, if there had been dust on the plain, he'd have been kicking it up.
Streaking across the plain at speeds that blurred the eyes, Harry mentally smiled, wondering why he hadn't just Aparated back the Palace.
In the end he shrugged it off, it was good to test out his new form, and who knew what would happen if you tried Aparating in an Animagus form – he was fairly sure that no one had ever tried it before.
It was mid-morning the next day when Harry arrived, tired and weary, outside the Palace, calling to Elisa to find Lilith and Jaram and get outside now.
The reason for his haste was that the guards were all staring at him, and everyone was pointing and he really didn't like it much. The two woman rushed outside and joined the gapers.
'Quit staring, it's bugging me,' Harry sent waspishly to Elisa. 'Can you ask Lilith to invite me inside so we can get away from these people and talk?'
'O-of course, Harry,' she replied, leaning close to Lilith to mutter something. At that moment, Sky Dawn strode out, smiling when she saw the creature in front of her.
~How are you? Can I help you in any way?~ She asked him, in the language of the Canis Dracis.
~I wish to come inside and speak with the Lady Lilith and the visitor, Celeres,~ Harry replied, elated that she'd spoken to him … albeit not in English and not knowing who she addressed.
~Come in then, they just asked me to invite you inside in any case,~ the woman replied.
Then, in English to Elisa and Lilith, "he wishes to enter and speak with you – as they are telepathic, you shouldn't need a translator, but if you, please, just call me."
"Thank you very much, Sky. You are very much appreciated here," Lilith smiled at the woman, who blushed at the high compliment and hurried inside again.
Harry padded past the guards, moving with a silent grace that seemed to leave the guards in awe, with Lilith and Elisa hurrying behind him.
Harry made straight for his and Elisa's room, bounding side to lie down on the bed, resting his muzzle on his paws, silver eyes weary and frustrated.
"Harry, what happened?" Elisa asked, still looking surprised to see him in such a form.
'No idea,' Harry sent in response, before shifting to telepathy so that he could talk to them both at once. Tigris was teaching me how to take several Animagus forms, and we'd finally gotten around to trying yesterday, midmorning, I think it was.
Obviously this was the form I took on my second try, but now I can't change out of it, he told them, the frustration he was feeling at the dilemma.
"Calm down Ferux," murmured Lilith. "I am sure that we can fix this, we just have to think about it. Did Tigris have any ideas?"
Elisa knew who Tigris was, as Harry had told her in the few spare moments he had, when he wasn't sleeping. No, he didn't, he was telling me the truth, because I can spot a lie when I hear one, Harry replied wearily.
"It'll be fine, but you are completely exhausted, there will be time enough for this tomorrow, you won't die before then, from being stuck in that shape, you may want to practice what magics and such you can do with it," Lilith said. "Come on Celeres, leave your brother to sleep!"
Laughing, Elisa hurried from the room.
Harry grumbled softly in his mind for a short time, before, with a sigh, he realised that they were right, the problem could wait and he needed sleep.
His last thought was that Elisa was definitely prospering here in Atlantis, but then, who wouldn't? This place was the ideal health retreat…
***
At Hogwarts
***
Ron and Hermione groaned when they heard that Harry and Elisa had left for Atlantis, "why did they have to go on a day with lessons … and especially double potions? Without Harry around with his threat to go to Dumbledore about the favouritism thing, Professor Snape is going to be absolute hell," Hermione grumbled.
Ron had to smile, she'd gone a long way from never insulting a teacher or saying that they were wrong. "Well, at least he'll be back tomorrow," he replied. "And we do have Defence, so we'll get some points from Sirius to make up for anything that Snape can take off!"
Hermione laughed and squeezed his hand gently. He really did love her sometimes … most times … all times …
The day started off very good with Charms, they were learning charms to change the colour of peoples hair, clothes and so on, without them actually noticing until it was pointed out to them.
Then it went very downhill with History of Magic, picked up when Defence with Sirius came along, and they could loaded with points to see them through Potions.
Snape still hadn't quite forgiven the Gryffindors for 'letting' their Quidditch team nearly kill his favourite student. At least Malfoy wasn't there anymore, that made things easier.
"Where is your little friend, Potter?" Snape asked them, voice cruel.
It was Hermione who spoke up. "He's doing something for Dumbledore, Sir, he didn't tell us what, only that Dumbledore didn't want it known."
Snape glared at them, as if not wanting to believe them, but Hermione never lied to teacher … or at least, she never had before. Snape believed them, and got on with the lesson and point taking.
Ron and Hermione left, and Ron wiped a hand across his brow in pretended relief. "I don't know how we used to cope without Harry around," he muttered, so that only Hermione would hear.
"Neither do I. Come on, we'd better get started on that essay that Snape gave us, just so that we get a head start on Harry, otherwise he'll be finished it and wanting to play pranks with us only part way done," Hermione joked in response.
She didn't care that Harry was faster at doing homework than she was, it didn't matter much to her, since they got pretty much the same marks.
Ron was a little jealous of two more studious friends, but he understood that Hermione worked hard, and Harry didn't really have a choice – what he learned would mean his survival. Ron just didn't have their dedication to the work.
Besides, Ron himself had other things to do, he was a Quidditch Player and was training with Harry to become a spy on the Death Eaters – not as Snape had, by becoming a Death Eater himself, but by hiding nearby a family that were Death Eaters and attending the meetings to listen in.
Dangerous, sure, but that was what he wanted to do, in addition to fighting. If he could become an Auror – you needed pretty high marks in Defence – he would probably give up most of the spying and just be that, but he really did feel that he needed to contribute something to the magical world.
Hermione wasn't going for fighting or spying, she didn't think, she wanted to run for Minister of Magic at some stage, which meant that she had to get into the Ministry.
She was probably going to join the Aurors for time, if they needed the help, and it was a good way of getting some recognition, but Hermione did not see herself as a fighter.
Hermione tucked her hand into Ron's and the pair of them headed for the library, smiling, completely lost in their own little world.
***
Voldemort's Stronghold
***
Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark lord ever was currently striding around his bedroom in the huge, black stone fortress that was his, trying to decide what to do next.
For a moment, the odd thought of suicide occurred to him, but she shook it off. He had far to much to do to worry about death! He wouldn't die! He would let himself die! He would cheat death! He was the most powerful wizard alive, and he would prevent death from ever coming to him.
He'd take over the world … and he was suddenly struck by the thought of why do I want to take over the world? He must be tired, or running out of magic if he was thinking like this, he thought, shaking his head slightly.
'Ssssleep, massster,' Nagini hissed. 'You need it, sssleep now, and I will wake you when you are needed by your foolisssh followersss.'
'Of coursse Nagini,' the dark lord hissed back – he trusted Nagini, she was the only 'person' that he would ever listen to, without severely harming them.
The Dark Lord flopped down onto his stone throne, insane red eyes closing and breath slowing into sleep. Had one looked inside the room, one would have seen the huge snake apparently shaking its head in disgust before slithering away to find a meal.
***
Atlantis
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For the next three days Harry remained in his new form, and mainly in his room, although he did come out sometimes, he didn't like it, because the people still stared at him too much.
Should anyone enter the room, they would be met with the odd sight of a Canis Dracis reading a book, sprawled over a large bed, looking very comfortable.
That book, if that someone bothered to check, would be about Animagi or the ability to take more than one form. So far, he'd found nothing on anything.
Just as Harry reached out a paw to turn the page carefully, the door burst open and Elisa bounded in. "Any luck?" she asked, flopping down onto her own bed.
'No. Nothing at all. It seems that people do not usually take on 'magical' forms, and certainly not one such as mine,' Harry responded.
"You never did explain much about your form, I know that you've been reading up on it while I've been learning all this stuff that they insist I need to know," Elisa remarked.
'You know of phoenixes and unicorns, obviously, they are both very pure magical creatures, are they not?' Harry replied, and continued after Elisa's two nods. 'The Canis Dracis is very like both of them in terms of purity. It also sometimes has the viciousness of a dragon, when itself or it's friends are threatened, for it is as loyal as a phoenix is.
'Our levels of magical power are immense, but they cannot be used for dark spells or deeds, I could not use my magic in this form to kill someone, but I could attack and kill them physically …. Its kind of weird, but hey, it's pretty cool too!'
Elisa laughed. "Sky Dawn is eager to meet you again tomorrow, she wants to ask you a load of questions about breeding, living, hunting, ect habits of Canis Dracis," she told him.
The Canis Dracis grinned, which is a very odd sight. They'd told Sky Dawn the truth about what had happened, with the hopes that she'd be able to help, she was very happy to have been included in such a secret, and while she was diligently searching for something to help, she also loved to pound Harry with questions about his form, as there was little known about them.
Shoving a bookmark into the book with his nose, Harry closed it, bounded lightly off the bed, unfolding his wings for a moment and stretching, before placing his front paws on the bed and very carefully lifting the book with his mouth to lay it on the floor.
"Need a hand with that?" Elisa asked, amused. Harry merely glared at her and bounded into the bathroom without a word to have a long bath.
He'd found that his scales, when they could bits of dirt between them, itched horribly, and he didn't really want that, as Sky had mentioned that he could tare out scales by itching that way.
This meant that once or twice a day he would have a long bath, he'd learnt that the Canis Dracis could use it's magic to breath under the water, and so often went to sleep, curled up under the water.
He'd nearly given Elisa a heart attack when she'd first found him that way, and since then they'd often laughed over the incident.
Today, though, he was talking with his parents, trying to work out what had happened. 'Any ideas?' He asked them, not very hopeful.
'Not a clue,' James replied cheerfully. 'But that doesn't matter much, you're getting very skilled at using this form to do what you need to, so why bother trying to change back?'
Harry rolled his eyes at his fathers words and submerged his head, closing his 'inner lids' this was another thing that he'd discovered about his form, it had several eyelids.
The very first was a transparent one that prevented anything getting into the eye, from the Canis Dracis's instincts, he'd gathered that these were for use when swimming, moving in strong winds and when walking through loose stuff like sand.
This way Harry could still look about him under the water, as everything looked different when viewed through the clear liquid. Rolling over on his back under the water, wings folded tightly against his back so that he didn't foul them, Harry played about in the water, splashing around and making sure that he rubbed any loose dirt and grit out of his scales.
Finishing this fun part of his task, he settled again, once more on his front, paws curled beneath him and he used his magic sparingly for the rest of it.
He enchanted a loofah to scrub at the scales and get out anything that hadn't come off in his play before. It was a very nice feeling, all his little itches being scratched and Harry nearly dozed off, while still talking to his parents.
All too soon the enchanted loofah had finished its job, and now Harry raised himself from the delightfully warm bath and bounded down to land on the mat beside it, calling a towel.
Enchanting his as well, he stood, tall and still as the cloth whipped over his body, drying it and again getting into cracks that the loofah may have missed, not that there were any.
He didn't use the towel to dry his wings, as that could break the thing, delicate membranes, for that he simply used a charm.
These were the few things that he used the magic this form commanded to do anything, as he found it impossible to do for himself and he didn't want to simply use straight magic.
Stretching, Harry bounded back into the bedroom, Elisa was drowsing, almost asleep by this stage and soft music filled the air around her.
Harry smiled faintly and sprang lightly up onto his bed, eyes drifting closed as the blankets settled half over him and his eyes closed as the welcome arms of sleep folded around his mind.
For a time he just hung there, warm and dark, Harry felt great contentment here, but then it was falling away, being replaced by dreams.
Harry was standing in a place, Atlantis, and Harry was disgusted to realise that he was still in the form of the Canis Dracis. Looking around, he noted that there were no people in this dream world.
Shrugging, since nothing seemed to be happening, Harry wandered around the place, poking here and there, and then he took off into the air to look around from up there.
Silver eyes blazing with happiness, he was sweeping and diving, playing in the air, manoeuvring this way and that dancing around with joy making his chest nearly burst.
Suddenly he could feel change again, and he landed, as he was not sure what was going to happen, he decided that it might be safer to be on the ground, especially if there would be people around when the change had come.
He stood, completely still as the world remodelled itself, and when it was finished he looked around again, and with a feeling of surprise, realised that he recognized this place too – Earth.
There no people here either, even though he was now standing in the middle of London, and so Harry returned to his play in the air, wondering what this dream meant.
If he was actually dreaming he thought that he'd have at least given himself a human body, and so he wondered if this was a dream like those that he'd had of Voldemort.
When the changes looked like they'd be coming again, Harry settled on the rooftop of the CD store that was located on one side of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry stayed as he was as the world around him changed again, returning to the warm darkness it had been before. He was standing on something, and, looking down, realised that it was a platform of firm air.
He stood still and waited again for something to happen, really beginning to wonder what this was about. In front of them he saw two golden orbs seemed to be traced onto the blackness, revolving until they were full spheres.
This remained all that he saw for a time, and then lines, now white, began to trace on the spheres themselves, running in jagged lines to form little sealed off parts.
With a shock, he recognised the sphere to his left as earth, the lines had formed the countries and islands and such, and after a while he decided that the other one must be Atlantis.
The spheres were spinning now, faster and faster, the white lines of the countries blazing brilliantly, coming outwards. Finally, just as Harry was getting very dizzy, they stopped.
Now the lands and seas were filled in, and Harry knew that his guess was correct, the sphere on the right was Atlantis, and the one on the left was now even more definitely Earth.
Now they were turning slowly, but still turning, he watched as night came to Britain, and then day, the shadows of the night reflected on Atlantis just as it was on Earth.
Watching closely, Harry failed, for some time, to notice that he was moving closer to them, and as he moved closer, the spheres grew a little smaller.
He noticed only when he actually stopped moving forwards, and as he stopped night came again to Britain. He'd watched a whole day go by on the image of Earth, and one of the image of Atlantis.
Now he waited again. What was going to happen now, he wondered.
It wasn't too long before it began to happen. Golden light gathered at Britain and the Atlantean palace, spreading out, though for a while he didn't realised what for.
Finally it clicked, as they arched away from their respective worlds and met, forming a bridge of sorts between the two worlds. Harry could see people standing over that bridge, and, even at the distance they were from him, he recognized them as his ancestors.
What did it mean? He could see his parents there, both of them, but he himself was not – and there was a slight gap in the golden bridge, right in the centre.
Then a voice rang out, echoing in the darkness. This is your destiny. You will fulfil the pledge of your family. You are the One.
Harry leaped upright, silver eyes flashing with confusion and fear. What had the voice meant? He could still see the image of the planets, joined by an almost complete bridge, but he still did not understand what that meant.
Looking around him, he saw the gathering light, it was approaching morning time now, he realised, that dream had taken up the whole night.
On the other bed, Elisa still slept deeply, not picking up on the thoughts that raced through her god-brothers head as he struggled to understand what it was he had to do.
Harry remained sitting, still and weary, somehow completely unrefreshed from the nights sleep.
It was some time before Elisa stirred, and Harry could feel her gradually waking up, the link that they'd forged once amplified by the telepathic abilities of the Canis Dracis.
But it was not natural happenings that actually got her completely awoken, as the door burst open and Sky Dawn and Lilith skidded to a halt in the middle of the room.
Elisa shot upright, surprised, reaching for weapons that were no longer there, Harry jolted, but he didn't move more than that, watching the two woman who were panting for breath.
"We – think – we – know – what – to – do," Sky panted out.
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A challenge for all you artists out there! If you want to draw a Canis Dracis from the limited description I've given here, feel free! Send them to anara@mullumonline.com (my mum's email) because mine is pretty close to full. Since I'm making a web page at the moment, I'll put the pictures up there when I get them! If there is anything else you wish to draw from my story, you can do that too, and send them to the same address!
Hmm. Looks like Harry might get back to human form soon *grins impishly* but that'll wait for the next chapter, no? While you are waiting, be nice and review!
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fizzlebug49 – no, Hermione being a cat doesn't REALLY have much to do with the polyjuice potion, although I admit that is where I got the idea from. I just liked Hermione as a cat.
Oh, and the fighting academy will be starting soon, and Harry's phoenix is NOT forgotten, you'll meet him again when Harry and Elisa go back to Earth. Harry and Elisa don't get together, nor do Harry and Blaise Zabini, although I admit that is an interesting relationship … anyway, I'll see you all next chapter!