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Chapter 8: The New Form
Harry didn't tell Sirius or Mrs. Figg about his dream. He was going to leave that one for Dumbledore. It unsettled him. Sirius and Mrs. Figg were worried about him. He always seemed deep in thought, which he was. He still saw the face when he closed his eyes that looked so remarkably like him. He could tell it was an older version of him though by the stubble on his face, and that he was taller. Harry couldn't get that much stubble right now if he tried. He could only grow the side-burns he has now.
Harry was also wondering where the armor and sword came from. He could tell it was magical, but did he create it, or did he find it and decided to dawn it in front of a bunch of Deatheaters. But remembering the reaction the knight caused to the Deatheaters suggested that the knight had made more than one appearance.
Sirius finally broke through his reverie, by asking which animal he wanted to change into first. They would be all the same level of difficulty, since the wolf was least magical, the Thunderbird smallest and an elemental creature that gave him a magic boost, and the lion since he felt two characteristics of himself and it was the first to appear. The problem was once he changed into the Thunderbird, he would be drain from all the magic running through it. The lion would be huge, therefore taking away his energy. Sirius suggested changing into the wolf first, that way he could stay in that form longest and not tire out so easily.
Harry disagreed and decided to choose Blitz. He chose Blitz because once it wore out his reserves and built them back up, his magic would be more powerful. Also, he couldn't find out what his forbidden element was until he could fully change into Blitz. He was dying to know what it was, it was killing him. He also figured he would be able to change quicker into his other forms with the higher reserve of magical power. He secretly couldn't wait to get rid of his glasses. He finally proved his point to Sirius, and scored some points with Mrs. Figg.
"Alright Harry, all you have to do is picture the animal that you want to become. Try and feel what it would be like to move around it that form, what you felt as you were that form and other things like that," Sirius explained.
"And let us know when you feel like you are doing those exact things, alright? That will tell us when we can move on to the next step." Mrs. Figg added.
"Okay Mrs. Figg," Harry replied.
"Harry, just call me Arabella or Bella or something else that's quicker to say, and something that doesn't make me feel so old," she asked smiling.
"Okay Bella," Harry said, causing a huge grin to appear on the old lady's face.
Harry sat there and sat there and sat there. Every time he was just about to feel what it felt like to be Blitz, all of a sudden, Blizzard would appear. It was starting to irk Harry. He had been sitting there for three hours now, when Sirius broke through his concentration.
"Harry, why don't you take a break, it's not healthy to do too much at a time. Besides, the old bat left, leaving sometime for a manly talk," Sirius said, looking around to make sure Mrs. Figg wasn't there.
Harry agreed and starting talking about his pass years at Hogwarts. He talked about how bad he felt for Hermione when Ron said some `unchoice' words concerning her. How scared he felt when he realized that he locked a troll in the girl's bathroom with her and how relieved he was when she was alright. Harry talked about when he, Hermione, and Ron thought Snape was trying to kill him and steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Sirius was surprised about his godson's tale, and even more surprised at finding out Snape tried to save Harry's life consciously.
He listened to Harry tell about his second year and the moron Lockheart, the Valentine's singing telegram, which sent Sirius into fits of giggles. Harry refused to tell him what the content of said telegram was in case Sirius decided to use it against him. He told about hearing the mysterious voice around the school. He told Sirius about how worried he was concerning Hermione when she was petrified. How scared he was when he realized Ginny was trapped in the Chamber of Secrets. How worried he was when he battled the basilisk, and how Fawkes the Phoenix healed and helped him. Sirius was again surprised at all his godson had been through. `No wonder he hasn't had any time to play pranks, he's too busy saving the school,' Sirius thought, having pranks not too far away from conscious thinking. He was also impressed with the trio's skills when they made a polyjuice potion, and how sneaky they were in getting into the Slytherin common room, which the Marauder's didn't succeed in doing until their fifth year. `He has promising ability in the pranking area,' he thought again about pranks.
Harry recounted his third year, when he thought he was being haunted by a Grim, and being chased down by Sirius. How he and Ron faked their predictions in Divination. How worried he was when Hermione was extremely temperamental due to the time-turner he later found out about. How Ron just guessed she was having a hard time with puberty and that she wasn't adjusting to her `womanly change.' That had Sirius in another fit of giggles. His Patronus lessons with Remus. Sirius swelled with pride at how Harry had learned it, and how quick he learned it. He didn't learn it until seventh year, so that he could scare some Slytherin's with a supposed ghost of a Grim. How he had won the Qudditch Cup that year, and the party they had. Then how he and Hermione saved Sirius and Buckbeak.
At this point, Harry asked, "What happened to Buckbeak?"
"I released him in Egypt with some griffins. Pretty much the same species and Buckbeak seemed to be having a blast with them." Sirius answered.
At this point, Sirius found a certain theme with Harry's stories. They all had how worried he was for Hermione. He thought his godson had a crush. Before he could bring it to light, he began to talk about his fourth year. Sirius knew most of it, but was surprised at how much the whole Ron ordeal affected him. And also how Hermione stayed by his side. He didn't think this little crush was a one way thing any more. He was also surprised at what Harry found in Dumbledore's pensieve. Sirius stopped him before the third task, not wanting his godson to relive it.
Just before Sirius could bring up the crush thing, Bella came waddling into the clearing. Figuring it wasn't something for a woman to hear two males in a manly talk, he promptly shut his trap. Bella was holding what looked like a big tub wrapped up.
"Here, Harry, I have a little gift for you. Call it a belated birthday present." She said offering him the present.
"Oh, Mrs. Figg, you didn't have to. Helping me with my transformation is enough." Harry said, trying to kindly push the gift back.
"Harry, I went through a lot of trouble just to get you this gift, and if you refuse it, you'll regret it, and I told you not to call me Mrs. Figg," she said to Harry, fingering her wand.
Harry paled at this, causing Sirius to start chuckling, which he turned into coughs at the stern glance sent his way by Mrs. Figg. Harry opened the parcel to find a Pensieve with no milky white stuff floating around in it. He was in awe at his gift. Just what he needed!
"All you have to do is hold your wand to your temple, and concentrate on a memory, and put your wand on the surface of the bowl," Bella said, answering Harry's unasked question. He immediately pulled his wand from his pocket and concentrated on his dream. Pulling the wand away, Harry felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The dream made contact with the surface, causing it to swirl around.
Feeling that it would be easier to concentrate on his training, he sat down and began to concentrate on Blitz, but continued to have the same problem with Blizzard coming to interrupt the feeling he was supposed to get.
Three hours later, Bella told Harry to go home, and they would continue bright and early tomorrow. Harry was mad at himself. Sirius had to leave tomorrow, and Harry wanted to have some progress before he left. Walking home with his pensieve and into his room, Harry began sifting his memories to the pensieve. Memories from his years at Hogwarts, the Qudditch Cup, the third task. Harry felt an incredible amount of weight leave his mind, and feel into a blissful sleep.
***
Harry had been concentrating for six hours straight. He kept having the same problem as before. `Damn Blizzard,' Harry thought. After two more hours, he felt that Sirius was going to have to leave soon. He wanted to get it done. He didn't even fight off Blizzard anymore. He thought of both Blizzard and Blitz at the same time, and how they moved and such. Harry all of the sudden felt it. It didn't feel like either of his transformations though. It felt lonely, like Blizzard, brave like Blitz, and an unknown grace from somewhere.
"I feel it," Harry said not opening his eyes. He felt he wasn't supposed to. He suddenly felt a pull. Who was Harry to refuse such a strong pull, so he allowed it to pull him. Harry abruptly found himself in a blindingly white room. In it, Harry heard a voice, a deep and echoing voice that asked, "Are you ready?"
Harry didn't feel he was worthy of questioning such a powerful being so replied with a strong, confident "yes" and was pulled out of the white room like he just grabbed a portkey.
(Meanwhile, in the real world),
Bella and Sirius were startled to hear Harry. They didn't expect this for at least two more weeks. They rushed over to Harry, who still had his eyes closed. When they got closer, a white aura surrounded Harry. They were startled. They never seen this happen before. Before they had anymore time to contemplate the matter, Harry said in a strong voice "yes," which startled them a bit, not expecting Harry to say anything in his trance. Before they could move, Harry erupted in a white light.
(Back to where we left Harry),
He was back in the dark room. Harry unexpectantly felt a searing pain in his back. Two vertical spots on either side of his backbone. He felt agonizing pain throughout his whole body as he felt his bones and muscle stretching. After what seemed like an eternity (which was only three seconds), Harry relaxed, and stood up.
Harry looked to where Sirius and Bella were. He couldn't find them! He looked everywhere. He finally looked down, to what should he find, but Bella and Sirius staring at him. Harry realized why when he was looking down on both of them. Normally, he and Bella stood the same and Sirius a few inches above him.
What Bella and Sirius saw, took their breath away. Where Harry should have been, stood a seven foot tall man, with pure white hair and gold eyes. He didn't have a shirt on, and he had a deep tan that made his white hair seem whiter, with powerful looking muscles on his torso. He was wearing a pair of white pants that were breathable and wasn't wearing any shoes. The most remarkable were the wings on his back. They, too, were pure white, with feathers outlined in gold, that had a ten foot wingspan each. He also had a white, lightning bolt mark on his forehead that could be easily mistaken for his hair.
After seeing his scar, Bella and Sirius realized that Harry Potter was now an angel! And then fainted.
(AN: Whew! How was it? I know the ending sucked. Oh well, what can ya' do? I don't even know where the angel thing came from. He was supposed to be in his wolf form with wings. Oh well. If you think that sounds better, let me know, and I will change it. If anyone has questions or something, read my bio first, then ask. Some questions will be answered by reading it. Oh, and hope it was long enough, I just busted it out, didn't really think it through, hope it's satisfactory. Also, I don't think I will have an evil Ron. I haven't quite figured out what to do with him yet. If you want Jackass Ron, read my other fic. Peace).
Chapter 8: The New Form
Harry didn't tell Sirius or Mrs. Figg about his dream. He was going to leave that one for Dumbledore. It unsettled him. Sirius and Mrs. Figg were worried about him. He always seemed deep in thought, which he was. He still saw the face when he closed his eyes that looked so remarkably like him. He could tell it was an older version of him though by the stubble on his face, and that he was taller. Harry couldn't get that much stubble right now if he tried. He could only grow the side-burns he has now.
Harry was also wondering where the armor and sword came from. He could tell it was magical, but did he create it, or did he find it and decided to dawn it in front of a bunch of Deatheaters. But remembering the reaction the knight caused to the Deatheaters suggested that the knight had made more than one appearance.
Sirius finally broke through his reverie, by asking which animal he wanted to change into first. They would be all the same level of difficulty, since the wolf was least magical, the Thunderbird smallest and an elemental creature that gave him a magic boost, and the lion since he felt two characteristics of himself and it was the first to appear. The problem was once he changed into the Thunderbird, he would be drain from all the magic running through it. The lion would be huge, therefore taking away his energy. Sirius suggested changing into the wolf first, that way he could stay in that form longest and not tire out so easily.
Harry disagreed and decided to choose Blitz. He chose Blitz because once it wore out his reserves and built them back up, his magic would be more powerful. Also, he couldn't find out what his forbidden element was until he could fully change into Blitz. He was dying to know what it was, it was killing him. He also figured he would be able to change quicker into his other forms with the higher reserve of magical power. He secretly couldn't wait to get rid of his glasses. He finally proved his point to Sirius, and scored some points with Mrs. Figg.
"Alright Harry, all you have to do is picture the animal that you want to become. Try and feel what it would be like to move around it that form, what you felt as you were that form and other things like that," Sirius explained.
"And let us know when you feel like you are doing those exact things, alright? That will tell us when we can move on to the next step." Mrs. Figg added.
"Okay Mrs. Figg," Harry replied.
"Harry, just call me Arabella or Bella or something else that's quicker to say, and something that doesn't make me feel so old," she asked smiling.
"Okay Bella," Harry said, causing a huge grin to appear on the old lady's face.
Harry sat there and sat there and sat there. Every time he was just about to feel what it felt like to be Blitz, all of a sudden, Blizzard would appear. It was starting to irk Harry. He had been sitting there for three hours now, when Sirius broke through his concentration.
"Harry, why don't you take a break, it's not healthy to do too much at a time. Besides, the old bat left, leaving sometime for a manly talk," Sirius said, looking around to make sure Mrs. Figg wasn't there.
Harry agreed and starting talking about his pass years at Hogwarts. He talked about how bad he felt for Hermione when Ron said some `unchoice' words concerning her. How scared he felt when he realized that he locked a troll in the girl's bathroom with her and how relieved he was when she was alright. Harry talked about when he, Hermione, and Ron thought Snape was trying to kill him and steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Sirius was surprised about his godson's tale, and even more surprised at finding out Snape tried to save Harry's life consciously.
He listened to Harry tell about his second year and the moron Lockheart, the Valentine's singing telegram, which sent Sirius into fits of giggles. Harry refused to tell him what the content of said telegram was in case Sirius decided to use it against him. He told about hearing the mysterious voice around the school. He told Sirius about how worried he was concerning Hermione when she was petrified. How scared he was when he realized Ginny was trapped in the Chamber of Secrets. How worried he was when he battled the basilisk, and how Fawkes the Phoenix healed and helped him. Sirius was again surprised at all his godson had been through. `No wonder he hasn't had any time to play pranks, he's too busy saving the school,' Sirius thought, having pranks not too far away from conscious thinking. He was also impressed with the trio's skills when they made a polyjuice potion, and how sneaky they were in getting into the Slytherin common room, which the Marauder's didn't succeed in doing until their fifth year. `He has promising ability in the pranking area,' he thought again about pranks.
Harry recounted his third year, when he thought he was being haunted by a Grim, and being chased down by Sirius. How he and Ron faked their predictions in Divination. How worried he was when Hermione was extremely temperamental due to the time-turner he later found out about. How Ron just guessed she was having a hard time with puberty and that she wasn't adjusting to her `womanly change.' That had Sirius in another fit of giggles. His Patronus lessons with Remus. Sirius swelled with pride at how Harry had learned it, and how quick he learned it. He didn't learn it until seventh year, so that he could scare some Slytherin's with a supposed ghost of a Grim. How he had won the Qudditch Cup that year, and the party they had. Then how he and Hermione saved Sirius and Buckbeak.
At this point, Harry asked, "What happened to Buckbeak?"
"I released him in Egypt with some griffins. Pretty much the same species and Buckbeak seemed to be having a blast with them." Sirius answered.
At this point, Sirius found a certain theme with Harry's stories. They all had how worried he was for Hermione. He thought his godson had a crush. Before he could bring it to light, he began to talk about his fourth year. Sirius knew most of it, but was surprised at how much the whole Ron ordeal affected him. And also how Hermione stayed by his side. He didn't think this little crush was a one way thing any more. He was also surprised at what Harry found in Dumbledore's pensieve. Sirius stopped him before the third task, not wanting his godson to relive it.
Just before Sirius could bring up the crush thing, Bella came waddling into the clearing. Figuring it wasn't something for a woman to hear two males in a manly talk, he promptly shut his trap. Bella was holding what looked like a big tub wrapped up.
"Here, Harry, I have a little gift for you. Call it a belated birthday present." She said offering him the present.
"Oh, Mrs. Figg, you didn't have to. Helping me with my transformation is enough." Harry said, trying to kindly push the gift back.
"Harry, I went through a lot of trouble just to get you this gift, and if you refuse it, you'll regret it, and I told you not to call me Mrs. Figg," she said to Harry, fingering her wand.
Harry paled at this, causing Sirius to start chuckling, which he turned into coughs at the stern glance sent his way by Mrs. Figg. Harry opened the parcel to find a Pensieve with no milky white stuff floating around in it. He was in awe at his gift. Just what he needed!
"All you have to do is hold your wand to your temple, and concentrate on a memory, and put your wand on the surface of the bowl," Bella said, answering Harry's unasked question. He immediately pulled his wand from his pocket and concentrated on his dream. Pulling the wand away, Harry felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The dream made contact with the surface, causing it to swirl around.
Feeling that it would be easier to concentrate on his training, he sat down and began to concentrate on Blitz, but continued to have the same problem with Blizzard coming to interrupt the feeling he was supposed to get.
Three hours later, Bella told Harry to go home, and they would continue bright and early tomorrow. Harry was mad at himself. Sirius had to leave tomorrow, and Harry wanted to have some progress before he left. Walking home with his pensieve and into his room, Harry began sifting his memories to the pensieve. Memories from his years at Hogwarts, the Qudditch Cup, the third task. Harry felt an incredible amount of weight leave his mind, and feel into a blissful sleep.
***
Harry had been concentrating for six hours straight. He kept having the same problem as before. `Damn Blizzard,' Harry thought. After two more hours, he felt that Sirius was going to have to leave soon. He wanted to get it done. He didn't even fight off Blizzard anymore. He thought of both Blizzard and Blitz at the same time, and how they moved and such. Harry all of the sudden felt it. It didn't feel like either of his transformations though. It felt lonely, like Blizzard, brave like Blitz, and an unknown grace from somewhere.
"I feel it," Harry said not opening his eyes. He felt he wasn't supposed to. He suddenly felt a pull. Who was Harry to refuse such a strong pull, so he allowed it to pull him. Harry abruptly found himself in a blindingly white room. In it, Harry heard a voice, a deep and echoing voice that asked, "Are you ready?"
Harry didn't feel he was worthy of questioning such a powerful being so replied with a strong, confident "yes" and was pulled out of the white room like he just grabbed a portkey.
(Meanwhile, in the real world),
Bella and Sirius were startled to hear Harry. They didn't expect this for at least two more weeks. They rushed over to Harry, who still had his eyes closed. When they got closer, a white aura surrounded Harry. They were startled. They never seen this happen before. Before they had anymore time to contemplate the matter, Harry said in a strong voice "yes," which startled them a bit, not expecting Harry to say anything in his trance. Before they could move, Harry erupted in a white light.
(Back to where we left Harry),
He was back in the dark room. Harry unexpectantly felt a searing pain in his back. Two vertical spots on either side of his backbone. He felt agonizing pain throughout his whole body as he felt his bones and muscle stretching. After what seemed like an eternity (which was only three seconds), Harry relaxed, and stood up.
Harry looked to where Sirius and Bella were. He couldn't find them! He looked everywhere. He finally looked down, to what should he find, but Bella and Sirius staring at him. Harry realized why when he was looking down on both of them. Normally, he and Bella stood the same and Sirius a few inches above him.
What Bella and Sirius saw, took their breath away. Where Harry should have been, stood a seven foot tall man, with pure white hair and gold eyes. He didn't have a shirt on, and he had a deep tan that made his white hair seem whiter, with powerful looking muscles on his torso. He was wearing a pair of white pants that were breathable and wasn't wearing any shoes. The most remarkable were the wings on his back. They, too, were pure white, with feathers outlined in gold, that had a ten foot wingspan each. He also had a white, lightning bolt mark on his forehead that could be easily mistaken for his hair.
After seeing his scar, Bella and Sirius realized that Harry Potter was now an angel! And then fainted.
(AN: Whew! How was it? I know the ending sucked. Oh well, what can ya' do? I don't even know where the angel thing came from. He was supposed to be in his wolf form with wings. Oh well. If you think that sounds better, let me know, and I will change it. If anyone has questions or something, read my bio first, then ask. Some questions will be answered by reading it. Oh, and hope it was long enough, I just busted it out, didn't really think it through, hope it's satisfactory. Also, I don't think I will have an evil Ron. I haven't quite figured out what to do with him yet. If you want Jackass Ron, read my other fic. Peace).