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Chapter 9: Innate
Harry felt incredible. It was like he was floating. He felt total compassion. He couldn't hurt the little spider biting his toe. He just stroked it. The first thing he wanted to do to Malfoy was give him a great, big bear hug, because that's all he needed was to have some real friendship. He wanted to go out and help all the starving children of the world. Heal all the cancer that he could find. He felt this strong pull that felt like it was where he needed to be. He also wanted to make it so everyone was happy.
Harry's gaze fell upon the two who fainted on the ground before him. `Poor things, I have to help them.' He thought. He made to wake Bella first because `ladies come first,' and who was Harry to disagree with such a proper rule.
He bent down and gently shook her. It was in vain attempts and the only thing he got out of her was `goddamn cats can't even let me have a lie in.' and rolled over. Harry shook his head at the inappropriate language, and a lady at that! `Well no more Mr. Nice Guy,' Harry thought and then said, "Wake up, please!" the voice was melodical, and was a command. His voice was even deeper and seemed to vibrate in anyone who was near enough to hear it.
Bella woke up immediately, batting her eyes furiously to get the sleep out of her eyes. Harry thought she was trying to flirt with him and said, "Ladies shouldn't swear or act like you have."
That instantly put Bella's attention on Harry again, at which her jaw dropped to the ground. Before her stood a real live angel that just corrected her etiquette. She watched as the angel revived Sirius, (`leave me alone, Moony'), and thy both just stared at the angel.
The angel made an attempt to leave which broke both of them of their stupor and remembered it was Harry.
"Wait, where are you going?" Sirius questioned urgently.
"I have more work to do." Harry responded matter-of-factly.
"Oh no you don't," Bella said, latching herself on to his waste since that was the only thing she could reach, "We have to get you back to normal."
"Now that should be interesting, since we don't even know what he is." A sarcastic Sirius said.
"I believe it is called an Innate, and they are incredibly rare," a wizened voice said, that turned out to be Albus Dumbledore.
"Now what the hell is that?" Sirius asked, annoyed that the old wizard scared the daylights out of him. Before Dumbledore could respond,
"Language Sirius! There are ladies present." A scandalized Harry said.
Dumbledore just chuckled a bit and said, "An Innate is a transformation like the animagi transformation. You use two compatible animals that you are able to transform into, and combine them. Sometimes it's another animal, or, in this case, an improvement on the human. I think Harry received the traits of an angel, but in fact, is not one. He could transform back into a human and his new form at will. The draw back is that the qualities have been amplified. He is practically immortal. The drawback is he can't do nothing but heal people. He cannot cause any violence of any form in this appearance. For instance, if Voldemort walked up right now, murdered all three of us, Harry would probably go give Voldemort a big hug and ask him to talk about his problems."
Bella and Sirius stood flabbergasted at this information. Sirius finally asked if there was any advantage besides being immortal. Dumbledore replied with, "Yes. He now has incredible healing abilities that could probably revive someone from a Killing Curse after they had been hit for, oh, a half hour." Dumbledore chuckled once again at their expressions.
"How do you know so much about this, Albus?" Bella asked after getting her bearings straight.
"Because Harry and I have the same form." He laughed outright at their expressions now. Harry was struggling to get free of Bella, until Albus told him to calm down and relax a bit, using his persuasion he had in his angel form through.
Sirius finally comprehended what was just said to him, and yelled, "WHAT, I haven't seen you transform into a freaking angel," Sirius remembered to correct his language, but still earned a disapproving glare from Harry.
"That, my dear boy, is because I don't like being in that form. I lose my mind, and want to do all the good I can, which would eventually lead me to burn out and die. Probably the same urges Harry has now." Sirius casted a worried glance at Harry, fearing for his godson.
"Don't worry Sirius; we'll break him out of it." Dumbledore said, alleviating Sirius' fear. "Now, Harry," he said focusing on the youth before him, "I want you to concentrate on how you felt before this, and try changing back into your original appearance."
"This is wasting valuable time I could be saving people. They are dying because I'm not there." Harry replied.
"Nonsense, it was their time to go, and remember when I said, `death is but the next great adventure,' or something like that, now quite worrying about them, and do what I say." Dumbledore said calmly, but forcefully.
Harry couldn't say no because Albus was an elder, and an angel before him, therefore out-ranking Harry. Harry concentrated for three hours, before he started to feel a change.
Harry started to feel the grace leave, himself shrinking, the power go. He also felt his normal mind shift back. He finally felt normal and drained of power. He stood up on two wobbly legs and opened his eyes. His clothes were normal and he was looking up to the relieved face of Sirius.
"Now Harry, if I'm much mistaken, you should have a left-over ability from your transformation." Harry finally took noticed Albus Dumbledore's presence in his conscious form. Harry was also excited about what he heard. This was good news because from what he can remember from the transformation is that he wasn't wearing glasses. Harry was brought down a little when he felt them on the bridge of his nose.
"I don't feel any diff-," and was cut off as he felt a familiar pain on either side of his spine. Harry was on his knees, hunched over and gasping for breath from the intense pain. Dumbledore pulled Sirius from Harry as he wanted to help his godson. Just in time too, as two enormous white wings busted from Harry's back, ripping his shirt to shreds. These were pure white with no gold outline. These wings were also shorter at eight feet. They were covered in a clear liquid that looked like the stuff on a new born baby.
Harry finally got over the pain to see what had caused it. Harry was shocked and in awe at their beauty. Harry could also feel the new muscles in his back.
"Bravo Harry," Dumbledore commented, "but I wouldn't try to fly just yet. You will need to build up those new muscles in your back."
Dumbledore really amazed Harry. How did he know about the new muscles? But He wasn't really thinking about flying, seeing as how tired he was.
"Ah, I remember my ability. Nothing like yours, I got the ability to feel where I am needed." Dumbledore explained. Harry remembered feeling that, and that also explained so many things. First year, him coming to save me in time; second year when I needed him, Fawkes came, being his familiar.
"Now Harry, why don't you try retracting those admirable wings of yours." He said with a twinkle in his old eye.
Harry focused on the muscles in his back, and after ten minutes, finally did it.
"Good, now try to push them back out." He asked. Another ten minutes later, Harry had full use of his wings. They practiced that for an hour before Harry could do it in less than a second.
Sirius and Bella were in awe of Harry and his wings, which he didn't like, so he directed his attention at Dumbledore, who was unwrapping a lemon- drop.
"Sir, why were you here in the first place?" Harry asked, then adding quickly, "not that I'm not grateful."
"No worries Harry," he said laughing at his quick comment at the end, "I felt I was needed," he replied with a wink to show Harry he was joking. "No the real reason why was to get Sirius. He was late to our meeting, for a good cause too, I might add." He said seeing the guilty face of Sirius who was unconscious and Harry who caused Sirius to be unconscious.
Harry and Sirius shared a good-bye hug at which he said, "Harry, Hermione is a good girl. Don't lose her." That just confused Harry in his tired state. Sirius and Dumbledore apparated away, and Bella bade him a good- night leaving Harry to his thoughts on the way home.
When he got in the front door, Petunia's horse face looked like it was going to explode, "Where the hell have you been? And what happen to your shirt?"
Harry simply stared at her, and extracted his wings, causing his aunt to faint. Harry didn't even enjoy it. He was dead on his feet. He trudged upstairs and collapsed on his bed for the much needed tumble into a deep slumber.
(AN: how was that. I updated two stories today. Hope the explanation was good enough. I will tell you all now; Harry gets a new animagus form at school, and will have two more innate's. In total he will have six forms. On the next two innate's he will have most of his conscious mind. Any tips would be appreciated. Peace).
Chapter 9: Innate
Harry felt incredible. It was like he was floating. He felt total compassion. He couldn't hurt the little spider biting his toe. He just stroked it. The first thing he wanted to do to Malfoy was give him a great, big bear hug, because that's all he needed was to have some real friendship. He wanted to go out and help all the starving children of the world. Heal all the cancer that he could find. He felt this strong pull that felt like it was where he needed to be. He also wanted to make it so everyone was happy.
Harry's gaze fell upon the two who fainted on the ground before him. `Poor things, I have to help them.' He thought. He made to wake Bella first because `ladies come first,' and who was Harry to disagree with such a proper rule.
He bent down and gently shook her. It was in vain attempts and the only thing he got out of her was `goddamn cats can't even let me have a lie in.' and rolled over. Harry shook his head at the inappropriate language, and a lady at that! `Well no more Mr. Nice Guy,' Harry thought and then said, "Wake up, please!" the voice was melodical, and was a command. His voice was even deeper and seemed to vibrate in anyone who was near enough to hear it.
Bella woke up immediately, batting her eyes furiously to get the sleep out of her eyes. Harry thought she was trying to flirt with him and said, "Ladies shouldn't swear or act like you have."
That instantly put Bella's attention on Harry again, at which her jaw dropped to the ground. Before her stood a real live angel that just corrected her etiquette. She watched as the angel revived Sirius, (`leave me alone, Moony'), and thy both just stared at the angel.
The angel made an attempt to leave which broke both of them of their stupor and remembered it was Harry.
"Wait, where are you going?" Sirius questioned urgently.
"I have more work to do." Harry responded matter-of-factly.
"Oh no you don't," Bella said, latching herself on to his waste since that was the only thing she could reach, "We have to get you back to normal."
"Now that should be interesting, since we don't even know what he is." A sarcastic Sirius said.
"I believe it is called an Innate, and they are incredibly rare," a wizened voice said, that turned out to be Albus Dumbledore.
"Now what the hell is that?" Sirius asked, annoyed that the old wizard scared the daylights out of him. Before Dumbledore could respond,
"Language Sirius! There are ladies present." A scandalized Harry said.
Dumbledore just chuckled a bit and said, "An Innate is a transformation like the animagi transformation. You use two compatible animals that you are able to transform into, and combine them. Sometimes it's another animal, or, in this case, an improvement on the human. I think Harry received the traits of an angel, but in fact, is not one. He could transform back into a human and his new form at will. The draw back is that the qualities have been amplified. He is practically immortal. The drawback is he can't do nothing but heal people. He cannot cause any violence of any form in this appearance. For instance, if Voldemort walked up right now, murdered all three of us, Harry would probably go give Voldemort a big hug and ask him to talk about his problems."
Bella and Sirius stood flabbergasted at this information. Sirius finally asked if there was any advantage besides being immortal. Dumbledore replied with, "Yes. He now has incredible healing abilities that could probably revive someone from a Killing Curse after they had been hit for, oh, a half hour." Dumbledore chuckled once again at their expressions.
"How do you know so much about this, Albus?" Bella asked after getting her bearings straight.
"Because Harry and I have the same form." He laughed outright at their expressions now. Harry was struggling to get free of Bella, until Albus told him to calm down and relax a bit, using his persuasion he had in his angel form through.
Sirius finally comprehended what was just said to him, and yelled, "WHAT, I haven't seen you transform into a freaking angel," Sirius remembered to correct his language, but still earned a disapproving glare from Harry.
"That, my dear boy, is because I don't like being in that form. I lose my mind, and want to do all the good I can, which would eventually lead me to burn out and die. Probably the same urges Harry has now." Sirius casted a worried glance at Harry, fearing for his godson.
"Don't worry Sirius; we'll break him out of it." Dumbledore said, alleviating Sirius' fear. "Now, Harry," he said focusing on the youth before him, "I want you to concentrate on how you felt before this, and try changing back into your original appearance."
"This is wasting valuable time I could be saving people. They are dying because I'm not there." Harry replied.
"Nonsense, it was their time to go, and remember when I said, `death is but the next great adventure,' or something like that, now quite worrying about them, and do what I say." Dumbledore said calmly, but forcefully.
Harry couldn't say no because Albus was an elder, and an angel before him, therefore out-ranking Harry. Harry concentrated for three hours, before he started to feel a change.
Harry started to feel the grace leave, himself shrinking, the power go. He also felt his normal mind shift back. He finally felt normal and drained of power. He stood up on two wobbly legs and opened his eyes. His clothes were normal and he was looking up to the relieved face of Sirius.
"Now Harry, if I'm much mistaken, you should have a left-over ability from your transformation." Harry finally took noticed Albus Dumbledore's presence in his conscious form. Harry was also excited about what he heard. This was good news because from what he can remember from the transformation is that he wasn't wearing glasses. Harry was brought down a little when he felt them on the bridge of his nose.
"I don't feel any diff-," and was cut off as he felt a familiar pain on either side of his spine. Harry was on his knees, hunched over and gasping for breath from the intense pain. Dumbledore pulled Sirius from Harry as he wanted to help his godson. Just in time too, as two enormous white wings busted from Harry's back, ripping his shirt to shreds. These were pure white with no gold outline. These wings were also shorter at eight feet. They were covered in a clear liquid that looked like the stuff on a new born baby.
Harry finally got over the pain to see what had caused it. Harry was shocked and in awe at their beauty. Harry could also feel the new muscles in his back.
"Bravo Harry," Dumbledore commented, "but I wouldn't try to fly just yet. You will need to build up those new muscles in your back."
Dumbledore really amazed Harry. How did he know about the new muscles? But He wasn't really thinking about flying, seeing as how tired he was.
"Ah, I remember my ability. Nothing like yours, I got the ability to feel where I am needed." Dumbledore explained. Harry remembered feeling that, and that also explained so many things. First year, him coming to save me in time; second year when I needed him, Fawkes came, being his familiar.
"Now Harry, why don't you try retracting those admirable wings of yours." He said with a twinkle in his old eye.
Harry focused on the muscles in his back, and after ten minutes, finally did it.
"Good, now try to push them back out." He asked. Another ten minutes later, Harry had full use of his wings. They practiced that for an hour before Harry could do it in less than a second.
Sirius and Bella were in awe of Harry and his wings, which he didn't like, so he directed his attention at Dumbledore, who was unwrapping a lemon- drop.
"Sir, why were you here in the first place?" Harry asked, then adding quickly, "not that I'm not grateful."
"No worries Harry," he said laughing at his quick comment at the end, "I felt I was needed," he replied with a wink to show Harry he was joking. "No the real reason why was to get Sirius. He was late to our meeting, for a good cause too, I might add." He said seeing the guilty face of Sirius who was unconscious and Harry who caused Sirius to be unconscious.
Harry and Sirius shared a good-bye hug at which he said, "Harry, Hermione is a good girl. Don't lose her." That just confused Harry in his tired state. Sirius and Dumbledore apparated away, and Bella bade him a good- night leaving Harry to his thoughts on the way home.
When he got in the front door, Petunia's horse face looked like it was going to explode, "Where the hell have you been? And what happen to your shirt?"
Harry simply stared at her, and extracted his wings, causing his aunt to faint. Harry didn't even enjoy it. He was dead on his feet. He trudged upstairs and collapsed on his bed for the much needed tumble into a deep slumber.
(AN: how was that. I updated two stories today. Hope the explanation was good enough. I will tell you all now; Harry gets a new animagus form at school, and will have two more innate's. In total he will have six forms. On the next two innate's he will have most of his conscious mind. Any tips would be appreciated. Peace).