AN; it's me again. I luv reviews. (Hint hint nudge nudge)
Also, I got a review from some1 telling me that Harry should have changed into a phoenix, well, sure, but reason number one he didn't; there was no way out even if he did, number two, he was semi conscious and half mad most of the time so.yeah. Third, he couldn't just leave Pansy and co, even if she is Slytherin, its not done, not by the courageous, self sacrificing Harry anyway. . Thanx for your review. NOTE: *means that it's animal speech*
Professor McGonagall was never more relieved when she saw the boy's pupils focus properly and watched as he pushed himself upright n the grey light of dawn. He had stared at her for hours last night, unseeing and unknowing. Now he knew.
He stood shakily, suddenly realizing that his feet were incredibly sore and Minerva saw swelled feet dark with blood.
"Where to?" asked Harry, looking down at her.
She switched her tail. She was in a difficult spot. She had simply been sent to watch the house. She had been ordered by Dumbledore not to move until he collected her, under any circumstances.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the house. He knew that two of his schoolmates were in there. He told the professor and she promptly decided that to leave and tell Dumbledore was a good thing.
The house was quiet and Harry had no problem getting away, which surprised him really.
Once they were deep into the forest and Harry was exhausted Professor McGonagall resumed her human form.
"Potter, are you alright?"
"Not really." He didn't look it either, his face was covered in sweat and he was trembling. Minerva prayed for him to hold on, just a little bit longer.
"Can you change into your stag shape?"
"I think so."
He could, though his hooves hurt an awful lot, but he found that keeping moving helped.
That's exactly what they did. He could talk to McGonagall the way animals talked to each other. Harry had no idea where he was, but the gray tabby led him unerringly in a straight line. Exhausted in body and soul harry let the stag in him take over, only exercising enough control over the stag's body to keep it following McGonagall.
Days, hours, minutes later Harry recognized their surroundings. He was in the Forbidden Forest. The tree's were now closer together, and the animals became more exotic. In the extreme.
There was a growl to his right, and the stag's first impulse was to run. Harry made the large animal turn and lower its antlers. The werewolf was hunkered down on its haunches and its teeth were bared.
*it knows where human!* squeaked the tabby.
The ugly gray animal charged and Harry thought wearily 'why me?' before he lowered his antlers even more and the animal charged into them. Harry gave a flick of his long horns and the beast went flying, but was back on its feet in a second.
*Is that Lupin?* he asked as the tabby hissed and spat.
*No!!!*
*Good. *
The ugly beast charged again, and this time Harry didn't get his antlers lowered in time and the wolf's sharp claws cut deep red rivulets into his hind left leg (AN; haunch? Do stags have haunches?) and harry roared with pain and swung his antlers in an angry frenzy. The (poor) wolf was knocked out within seconds.
*Are you alright Potter?* asked the cat, eyeing his bleeding leg.
*let's keep moving* he said/communicated.
So they did. They ran, really, harry limping heavily.
The reached the castle grounds, Harry Prongs now lagging behind Tabby. Hagrid was giving a lesson, but as soon as he saw Tabby run from the forest he sent his students away. As soon as no one was watching McGonangall changed back into her human form.
"Get Poppy and the Headmaster!" she told the confused half giant who obediently hurried up to the castle.
Harry staggered out of the forest, got a couple of meters and collapsed on his side. His leg was hurting awfully and his head was aching from dehydration. And his scar was hurting horribly again.
Suddenly he was transported to Voldemorts world again, and he realised with horror that he had finally let his Occlumency shield down. He watched as Voldemort paced infront of the two kneeling Death Eaters that had held him. He didn't know how he knew it was them he had never seen thier faces, but he knew.
"You let him get away??! I don't believe you. You had my worst enemy in your grasp and all you did was rip his toenails out?"
Harry felt a jolt. His toenails were missing? Since when?
"You shall be punished for this." The Dark Lord spun and pionted his wand at the two, there was a blinding flash of green light and Harry/Prongs jr woke.
He was lying where he had fallen, and Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey were leaning over him. Realizing that he was still in his stag shape he shut his eyes and concentrated for a second, and then he was human again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked Dumbledore, and Harry was surprised to note that he had never seen the Headmaster looking so worried.
Harry tried to speak but his mouth wouldn't work.
"My god, look at him." Whispered Madame Pomfrey. Harry wondered what was so bad. He knew his arms had dry blood on them, and his eyes were red and his cheek was raw, but so what? She had seen him covered in slime and blood and venom, what else was new?
Twenty minutes later Harry was lying in the hospital. Again. He almost smiled. Almost. He could hear whispering. Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey.
"I won't treat him."
"But poppy..."
"I refuse to treat him. He has been tortured Dumbledore. He was unstable as it was over his godfather's death. Any sort of magic may make his mind break completely."
"Are you sure you are not underestimating him?"
"Headmaster, I know what I am talking about, that boy is unstable, and who knows what sort of mind altering magic they used on him? For all we know he could be an insider for the Death Eaters now."
Harry was shocked. Even more shocked when he had learnt that Voldemort could possess him last year. He remembered what Ginny had said; 'you forget things, where you've been, what you've been doing.' he remembered what he had been doing. Well, for the times that he was awake anyway. But could he be possessed by Voldemort? He had let his wall down. And he was having dreams again. Could it really be possible that he was going insane??
AN; ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. *cough* ok, tell me wat u think!!!!
Also, I got a review from some1 telling me that Harry should have changed into a phoenix, well, sure, but reason number one he didn't; there was no way out even if he did, number two, he was semi conscious and half mad most of the time so.yeah. Third, he couldn't just leave Pansy and co, even if she is Slytherin, its not done, not by the courageous, self sacrificing Harry anyway. . Thanx for your review. NOTE: *means that it's animal speech*
Professor McGonagall was never more relieved when she saw the boy's pupils focus properly and watched as he pushed himself upright n the grey light of dawn. He had stared at her for hours last night, unseeing and unknowing. Now he knew.
He stood shakily, suddenly realizing that his feet were incredibly sore and Minerva saw swelled feet dark with blood.
"Where to?" asked Harry, looking down at her.
She switched her tail. She was in a difficult spot. She had simply been sent to watch the house. She had been ordered by Dumbledore not to move until he collected her, under any circumstances.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the house. He knew that two of his schoolmates were in there. He told the professor and she promptly decided that to leave and tell Dumbledore was a good thing.
The house was quiet and Harry had no problem getting away, which surprised him really.
Once they were deep into the forest and Harry was exhausted Professor McGonagall resumed her human form.
"Potter, are you alright?"
"Not really." He didn't look it either, his face was covered in sweat and he was trembling. Minerva prayed for him to hold on, just a little bit longer.
"Can you change into your stag shape?"
"I think so."
He could, though his hooves hurt an awful lot, but he found that keeping moving helped.
That's exactly what they did. He could talk to McGonagall the way animals talked to each other. Harry had no idea where he was, but the gray tabby led him unerringly in a straight line. Exhausted in body and soul harry let the stag in him take over, only exercising enough control over the stag's body to keep it following McGonagall.
Days, hours, minutes later Harry recognized their surroundings. He was in the Forbidden Forest. The tree's were now closer together, and the animals became more exotic. In the extreme.
There was a growl to his right, and the stag's first impulse was to run. Harry made the large animal turn and lower its antlers. The werewolf was hunkered down on its haunches and its teeth were bared.
*it knows where human!* squeaked the tabby.
The ugly gray animal charged and Harry thought wearily 'why me?' before he lowered his antlers even more and the animal charged into them. Harry gave a flick of his long horns and the beast went flying, but was back on its feet in a second.
*Is that Lupin?* he asked as the tabby hissed and spat.
*No!!!*
*Good. *
The ugly beast charged again, and this time Harry didn't get his antlers lowered in time and the wolf's sharp claws cut deep red rivulets into his hind left leg (AN; haunch? Do stags have haunches?) and harry roared with pain and swung his antlers in an angry frenzy. The (poor) wolf was knocked out within seconds.
*Are you alright Potter?* asked the cat, eyeing his bleeding leg.
*let's keep moving* he said/communicated.
So they did. They ran, really, harry limping heavily.
The reached the castle grounds, Harry Prongs now lagging behind Tabby. Hagrid was giving a lesson, but as soon as he saw Tabby run from the forest he sent his students away. As soon as no one was watching McGonangall changed back into her human form.
"Get Poppy and the Headmaster!" she told the confused half giant who obediently hurried up to the castle.
Harry staggered out of the forest, got a couple of meters and collapsed on his side. His leg was hurting awfully and his head was aching from dehydration. And his scar was hurting horribly again.
Suddenly he was transported to Voldemorts world again, and he realised with horror that he had finally let his Occlumency shield down. He watched as Voldemort paced infront of the two kneeling Death Eaters that had held him. He didn't know how he knew it was them he had never seen thier faces, but he knew.
"You let him get away??! I don't believe you. You had my worst enemy in your grasp and all you did was rip his toenails out?"
Harry felt a jolt. His toenails were missing? Since when?
"You shall be punished for this." The Dark Lord spun and pionted his wand at the two, there was a blinding flash of green light and Harry/Prongs jr woke.
He was lying where he had fallen, and Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey were leaning over him. Realizing that he was still in his stag shape he shut his eyes and concentrated for a second, and then he was human again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked Dumbledore, and Harry was surprised to note that he had never seen the Headmaster looking so worried.
Harry tried to speak but his mouth wouldn't work.
"My god, look at him." Whispered Madame Pomfrey. Harry wondered what was so bad. He knew his arms had dry blood on them, and his eyes were red and his cheek was raw, but so what? She had seen him covered in slime and blood and venom, what else was new?
Twenty minutes later Harry was lying in the hospital. Again. He almost smiled. Almost. He could hear whispering. Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey.
"I won't treat him."
"But poppy..."
"I refuse to treat him. He has been tortured Dumbledore. He was unstable as it was over his godfather's death. Any sort of magic may make his mind break completely."
"Are you sure you are not underestimating him?"
"Headmaster, I know what I am talking about, that boy is unstable, and who knows what sort of mind altering magic they used on him? For all we know he could be an insider for the Death Eaters now."
Harry was shocked. Even more shocked when he had learnt that Voldemort could possess him last year. He remembered what Ginny had said; 'you forget things, where you've been, what you've been doing.' he remembered what he had been doing. Well, for the times that he was awake anyway. But could he be possessed by Voldemort? He had let his wall down. And he was having dreams again. Could it really be possible that he was going insane??
AN; ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. *cough* ok, tell me wat u think!!!!