A/N:
Mountain- Thanks a lot! I realize the first chapter was really short, so I will try to make my chapters longer. Keep reviewing!
Lourdes1- Thanks for the review, because you are absolutely right. I feel like I am rushing the story a lot, and that is what I did there. His lifting boxes was the first thing I thought of. Sorry about that, and keep on reading and reviewing!
Chapter 5
The next day, back from London and shut in his room at number 4 Privet Drive, He was leaving for school in one week. Harry had done some secret shopping of his own, for purposes of his own. He wanted to practice some of the spells he had memorized. Since he had basically memorized all of his books from first through sixth year, he pretty much didn't need to go to school at all. However, he hadn't practiced them practically, and he hadn't practiced one more this- his Animagus transformation. He stared at the textbook he had bought secretly in Knockturn Alley: A Guide to An Alternate Advanced Animagus Transformation. Usually you had to take a potion made specifically for you and your animal, but Harry had found and old and secret way, The incantation had to have the perfect accent and enough power behind it to complete the transformation. Harry had had to buy a magic concealer at the hefty price of a fifty galleons from Knockturn Alley, to cover the underage magic he was performing. He simply activated the small ring of red light and put it in his room- therefore, all of the magic he used in the Dursley house could not be detected. Harry sat leaned over his desk, books lying haphazardly around him, his trunk open in one corner spilling out clothes and robes, quills and books. The page was open to the animal guide. As he paged through the book, he noticed the three that were the most appealing to him.
The Silver-Winged Merlin: These small, gorgeously plumed birds are usually covered with silver-tipped, jet black feathers. About the size of hawks, these Merlins are the fastest birds in the world, able to fly continuously at speeds exceeding two hundred kilometers per hour and have excellent eyesight. These birds would be excellent to spy as well as travel long distances.
The Blue Panther: These animals are primarily a dusty, translucent dark gray color. They are extremely powerful and strong, as well as agile. However, the unique quality of the panther is its ability to camouflage itself in all situations in front of all colors. These animals make excellent Animagi.
The Samaritana Snake: This is an extremely difficult Animagus transformation. The only known Animagus of this snake was Salazar Slytherin, who was able to transform into any species of snake. This reptile has a fatally poisonous bite- one sting would be enough to kill a grown man. It is about a foot and a half long and an inch thick, and its scales are a dark, deep red color.
Harry ran his hands through his hair, trying to decide which one to choose. It would be awfully hard giving up the Merlin- it could fly. But the camoulflage was important in the Panther, and the power of the Samaritana Snake was appealing. He flipped to the beginning of the book, an idea beginning to form. He found the page he was looking for:
The Animagus Transformation is extremely complex and dangerous. This should not be attempted by those under the legal wizarding age of 17, and the transformation should be supervised by a qualified adult. Ideally, this book should be used simply as a supplement to Animagus coaching.
It will take, at the very least, one year to complete this transformation with the correct teaching. Godric Gryffindor was the sole exception- he became an Animagi in one month. Although most people can only transform into one animal, there is the concept of Polyanimagi, meaning those who can transform into any animal at will. Godric Gryffindor was, again, the only known wizard to ever accomplish this, although many have tried and failed. For the Polyanimagi, please turn to page XXVIII.
Excitement coursed through Harry. If Godric Gryffindor had managed to do it, he could as well. If what Dumbledore had said was true, then Harry would be able to become a Polyanimagi. He turned to page twenty-eight and began to read. ______________________________________________________________________
Think, Potter, think, Harry thought as he sat on his bed, eyes closed. He was practicing his Animagus transformation. He thought about the silver- winged Merlin in careful detail, down to the thin, sleek black feathers and silver claws. As he thought, he raised his wand and waved it over his head, whispering, "camire animlis". He growled in frustration when he opened his eyes and saw his khaki-clad legs swung over the edge of the bed. Just then, Hedwig flew into the room, holding a thin letter in her beak.
Harry ripped it open and sprawled on his bed. As his eyes scanned the letter, one would be confused b the expressions on his face- shock, ecstasy, doubt, and...worry. He was the Captain of the Gryffindor House team. He was astonished that they had picked him- after all, Katie was still on the team. But he was overwhelmed with happiness, even if he wasn't sure he was the right man for the job. But the worry...the worry was about Ron. Ron wanted desperately to be the Captain of the team, he knew. But after all, Harry had been on the team for five years, and Ron had only been on it for one. Still, Harry was nervous about Ron's reaction.
Harry sat up, determined to try the Animagus transformation again. As he sat with his eyes closed, thinking about the Merlin, suddenly the image of him at the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, coaching the fliers, himself holding the Quidditch cup wearing a scarlet and gold badge on his shoulder, cause him to feel a great, bubbling happiness. All of a sudden, Harry felt a tugging, tightening feeling in in skin. He felt odd prickles in his joints, and his whole body felt like it was melting. He tried to shout out as a shooting pain tore through his shoulder blades and legs, when he realized that his shout had not been his voice- it had been the thin, deep, silvery call of a bird. He had done it.
Tentatively, he tried to move his wings. It was a strange feeling to lift limbs you didn't know you had. He flapped them once, and all of a sudden was shot into the air, then plummeted. But his natural flying skills steadied him as he flew about the room, testing his wings. At the slightest movement or twist, he could spin, or dip, or dive. His feet were tucked up underneath him, and he felt light and free and carefree. Wow, Harry thought, this is incredible. He looked towards Hedwig, who was asleep, and twittered in that deep, bell-like whistle at her. He saw her eyes widen as she stared at him suspiciously, then squawked and calmed as she realized what had happened. He flew out of the open window. So this was what it felt like to be free.
Harry cruised above the clouds for two hours that night, enjoying the cool wind on his feathers, dipping and diving. He felt free in a way he never had before- if he wanted to fly away to the middle of nowhere, he could. He could escape. He could do anything he wanted.
He returned to his room at midnight. This time, he wanted to try the Snake transformation. He sat down on his bed again, and again thought of a happy memory: Fred and George breaking him out of his room in second year. He felt a tug again, and his skin began to burn. He felt his limbs shrinking and his body elongating. As the feelings subsided, Harry gasped. Only the gasp came out as a long, slow hiss, his forked tongue slithering out of his mouth. Harry tried to move forward, but couldn't. How in the world did snakes move, without any feet? He felt a pulsing in his body, and began to curve his thin, deep red-scaled frame. He slithered across the carpet, feeling little, hidden, yet powerful because of the danger that forked tongue held. Harry thought about his human form again and sighed with relief as he shot back up to his normal height of six feet.
Exhausted and deliriously happy, Harry tumbled into his bed and feel into a deep sleep. He didn't notice a tall, white-bearded man Apparate into his room and look lovingly and sadly at the sleeping teen. "It has begun," Dumbledore whispered, awe of this boy who had no idea what was about to happen and what he was about to face in the years to come.
A/N:
Okay, so now that I have written this chapter, I expect LOTS of reviews! How will I make the story better if you all don't help me out? Review review review! I will be grateful for anything, even flames.
Mountain- Thanks a lot! I realize the first chapter was really short, so I will try to make my chapters longer. Keep reviewing!
Lourdes1- Thanks for the review, because you are absolutely right. I feel like I am rushing the story a lot, and that is what I did there. His lifting boxes was the first thing I thought of. Sorry about that, and keep on reading and reviewing!
Chapter 5
The next day, back from London and shut in his room at number 4 Privet Drive, He was leaving for school in one week. Harry had done some secret shopping of his own, for purposes of his own. He wanted to practice some of the spells he had memorized. Since he had basically memorized all of his books from first through sixth year, he pretty much didn't need to go to school at all. However, he hadn't practiced them practically, and he hadn't practiced one more this- his Animagus transformation. He stared at the textbook he had bought secretly in Knockturn Alley: A Guide to An Alternate Advanced Animagus Transformation. Usually you had to take a potion made specifically for you and your animal, but Harry had found and old and secret way, The incantation had to have the perfect accent and enough power behind it to complete the transformation. Harry had had to buy a magic concealer at the hefty price of a fifty galleons from Knockturn Alley, to cover the underage magic he was performing. He simply activated the small ring of red light and put it in his room- therefore, all of the magic he used in the Dursley house could not be detected. Harry sat leaned over his desk, books lying haphazardly around him, his trunk open in one corner spilling out clothes and robes, quills and books. The page was open to the animal guide. As he paged through the book, he noticed the three that were the most appealing to him.
The Silver-Winged Merlin: These small, gorgeously plumed birds are usually covered with silver-tipped, jet black feathers. About the size of hawks, these Merlins are the fastest birds in the world, able to fly continuously at speeds exceeding two hundred kilometers per hour and have excellent eyesight. These birds would be excellent to spy as well as travel long distances.
The Blue Panther: These animals are primarily a dusty, translucent dark gray color. They are extremely powerful and strong, as well as agile. However, the unique quality of the panther is its ability to camouflage itself in all situations in front of all colors. These animals make excellent Animagi.
The Samaritana Snake: This is an extremely difficult Animagus transformation. The only known Animagus of this snake was Salazar Slytherin, who was able to transform into any species of snake. This reptile has a fatally poisonous bite- one sting would be enough to kill a grown man. It is about a foot and a half long and an inch thick, and its scales are a dark, deep red color.
Harry ran his hands through his hair, trying to decide which one to choose. It would be awfully hard giving up the Merlin- it could fly. But the camoulflage was important in the Panther, and the power of the Samaritana Snake was appealing. He flipped to the beginning of the book, an idea beginning to form. He found the page he was looking for:
The Animagus Transformation is extremely complex and dangerous. This should not be attempted by those under the legal wizarding age of 17, and the transformation should be supervised by a qualified adult. Ideally, this book should be used simply as a supplement to Animagus coaching.
It will take, at the very least, one year to complete this transformation with the correct teaching. Godric Gryffindor was the sole exception- he became an Animagi in one month. Although most people can only transform into one animal, there is the concept of Polyanimagi, meaning those who can transform into any animal at will. Godric Gryffindor was, again, the only known wizard to ever accomplish this, although many have tried and failed. For the Polyanimagi, please turn to page XXVIII.
Excitement coursed through Harry. If Godric Gryffindor had managed to do it, he could as well. If what Dumbledore had said was true, then Harry would be able to become a Polyanimagi. He turned to page twenty-eight and began to read. ______________________________________________________________________
Think, Potter, think, Harry thought as he sat on his bed, eyes closed. He was practicing his Animagus transformation. He thought about the silver- winged Merlin in careful detail, down to the thin, sleek black feathers and silver claws. As he thought, he raised his wand and waved it over his head, whispering, "camire animlis". He growled in frustration when he opened his eyes and saw his khaki-clad legs swung over the edge of the bed. Just then, Hedwig flew into the room, holding a thin letter in her beak.
Harry ripped it open and sprawled on his bed. As his eyes scanned the letter, one would be confused b the expressions on his face- shock, ecstasy, doubt, and...worry. He was the Captain of the Gryffindor House team. He was astonished that they had picked him- after all, Katie was still on the team. But he was overwhelmed with happiness, even if he wasn't sure he was the right man for the job. But the worry...the worry was about Ron. Ron wanted desperately to be the Captain of the team, he knew. But after all, Harry had been on the team for five years, and Ron had only been on it for one. Still, Harry was nervous about Ron's reaction.
Harry sat up, determined to try the Animagus transformation again. As he sat with his eyes closed, thinking about the Merlin, suddenly the image of him at the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, coaching the fliers, himself holding the Quidditch cup wearing a scarlet and gold badge on his shoulder, cause him to feel a great, bubbling happiness. All of a sudden, Harry felt a tugging, tightening feeling in in skin. He felt odd prickles in his joints, and his whole body felt like it was melting. He tried to shout out as a shooting pain tore through his shoulder blades and legs, when he realized that his shout had not been his voice- it had been the thin, deep, silvery call of a bird. He had done it.
Tentatively, he tried to move his wings. It was a strange feeling to lift limbs you didn't know you had. He flapped them once, and all of a sudden was shot into the air, then plummeted. But his natural flying skills steadied him as he flew about the room, testing his wings. At the slightest movement or twist, he could spin, or dip, or dive. His feet were tucked up underneath him, and he felt light and free and carefree. Wow, Harry thought, this is incredible. He looked towards Hedwig, who was asleep, and twittered in that deep, bell-like whistle at her. He saw her eyes widen as she stared at him suspiciously, then squawked and calmed as she realized what had happened. He flew out of the open window. So this was what it felt like to be free.
Harry cruised above the clouds for two hours that night, enjoying the cool wind on his feathers, dipping and diving. He felt free in a way he never had before- if he wanted to fly away to the middle of nowhere, he could. He could escape. He could do anything he wanted.
He returned to his room at midnight. This time, he wanted to try the Snake transformation. He sat down on his bed again, and again thought of a happy memory: Fred and George breaking him out of his room in second year. He felt a tug again, and his skin began to burn. He felt his limbs shrinking and his body elongating. As the feelings subsided, Harry gasped. Only the gasp came out as a long, slow hiss, his forked tongue slithering out of his mouth. Harry tried to move forward, but couldn't. How in the world did snakes move, without any feet? He felt a pulsing in his body, and began to curve his thin, deep red-scaled frame. He slithered across the carpet, feeling little, hidden, yet powerful because of the danger that forked tongue held. Harry thought about his human form again and sighed with relief as he shot back up to his normal height of six feet.
Exhausted and deliriously happy, Harry tumbled into his bed and feel into a deep sleep. He didn't notice a tall, white-bearded man Apparate into his room and look lovingly and sadly at the sleeping teen. "It has begun," Dumbledore whispered, awe of this boy who had no idea what was about to happen and what he was about to face in the years to come.
A/N:
Okay, so now that I have written this chapter, I expect LOTS of reviews! How will I make the story better if you all don't help me out? Review review review! I will be grateful for anything, even flames.