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Chapter 10: Blitz Appears
Harry was completely wiped out from turning into his Innate form. At least he wasn't forced to work with Vernon anymore. Ever since he showed Aunt Petunia his wings, the Dursley's thought he was really an angel. Not being really religious, they began to read the bible and go to church. They practically worshipped Harry, and he was getting really tired of it. It did have its benefits though. The Dursley's became much better people and began to treat everyone with respect. They even began to recognize the magical people as humans.
Even though Harry was extremely tired, he tried as hard as he could to strengthen his wings. Every day he would walk to the clearing where he practiced apparating and learned of his animagus forms. Harry liked it because he was alone. Sirius was gone, and Bella didn't have to watch Harry because there was no chance of him hurting himself. He didn't apparate because he was already exhausted, and didn't want to be totally exhausted to do any work out with his wings.
Harry's work out consisted of flapping as hard and as long as he could. It got very tiring very quick. Harry was surprised to find out how much you had to use your chest. His chest was now getting bigger and more defined. His arms, having no other choice, had to get bigger also.
During his frequent breaks, Harry started to read a book on sword fighting so he could use the sword Hagrid got him. Harry's arms were now strong enough that he could hold it with one arm for ten minutes. Harry was also focusing on Blitz, and could now freely feel what it feel's like to be the majestic bird while still being a human. According to The Book (Harry liked to refer to Fun Things to do That Are Illegal as The Book because it was turning out to be like Harry's bible), all you have to do is imagine changing into your animal exactly as it felt like, and pick a name to make the change go faster, like apparating. Harry picked the word, `Blitz,' since he could change the name for each name. so far, Harry got a few feathers on his fingers and head and more tired. He figured it would be good in the long haul.
Harry was also contemplating what Sirius said to him. He didn't really know what he was on about, but figured it had something to do with not giving her appropriate acknowledgement. He totally agreed with that, and decided to get her an owl. They were useful, and a lot more thoughtful than a book. He figured he would give it to her on the Hogwarts Express as an early birthday present since her birthday was eighteen days afterwards. He would get the owl tomorrow, and would forgo his normal training and apparate to Diagon Alley. Right now he had to concentrate on strengthening his wings.
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Harry woke up well rested. Well, he was still dead tired, but he could make a round trip from here to Diagon Alley. He got up and showered and everything else he had to do. He threw a cloak over him even though it was hot outside. He didn't want anyone to recognize him, or know that a minor apparated in. he also took the sword Hagrid gave him because he just felt like something was telling him to.
He put the hood up on his head and apparated off. With a pop, he landed in The Leaky Cauldron. Tom was there, and gave a friendly wave to him, even if he didn't know who he was. Harry made his way quickly to the back after giving a shout wave back, so as not to be rude, and tapped the correct bricks to get into Diagon Alley.
Harry made his way quickly over to Eeylops, the owl store, and started to look around. He seen many types of owls, but none just screamed, `I'm for Hermione,' though they couldn't really talk. Harry made his way over to a secluded corner, where he found a lone owl. It sort of held itself like Hermione, and had a strange intelligence about it. It looked Harry right in the eyes and seemed to say, `I know what you want, and you should pick me.' Now this owl wasn't screaming Hermione, but telling Harry calmly that he needed to pick him.
Harry made his way to the checkout to find out that the reason why the owl was alone was because it seemed to boss the other owls around. Harry knew this was the owl for Hermione, and promptly purchased it.
Outside, Harry got a closer look at the intelligent owl. It was a little under a foot tall and was an off-white color. Harry didn't know what particular breed of bird it was, but had like a bronze outline about its face. Harry shrunk the cage and put it into his pocket and let the bird rest on his shoulder. Harry decided to call it Bubo, after Athena's pet owl that granted intelligence to whosever shoulder it rested on.
Harry noticed all the kids from Hogwarts about. He saw Draco Malfoy scowling at him, running along behind his father, which seemed to be in a hurry. That put Harry on guard. He seen other kids from his year, but didn't know them personally. Harry seen a group of muggle parents that appeared to have journeyed together to familiarize themselves with the wizarding world.
Harry was heading towards the joke shop, when he heard a succession of bangs and pop's. Harry turned to see that the group of muggles was being attacked by a hoard of Deatheaters of about fifteen. He looked over to see Lucius Malfoy barely able to keep the grin off his face. Harry realized it was an attack to get Malfoy off the suspected Deatheater list. He saw him reaching for his wand, which was probably to `ward off' the Deatheaters. `Not if I can help it,' Harry thought.
At that point, Harry's wing's ripped his shirt off, leaving the hood on still. Harry drew his sword and began to flap his wings to get there before Lucius. He wasn't really flying, more like just hovering against the ground and rushing forward. Malfoy didn't even see Harry. Harry got there in a brown and white blur and slashing at the nearest Deatheater. Two went down before the Deatheaters realized what was happening. Three more fell before they could act.
The remaining ten fired curses at Harry, who broke away from the group, and was hovering about twenty feet away, five feet in the air, batting the curses away with his wings. Harry was really getting tired now. He figured if he could just change to Blitz, he could summon some lesser Thunderbirds to take care of them. While Harry was concentrating on changing, Bubo was distracting the Deatheaters. He was flying as graceful as Harry was who didn't even realize how much grace came through from his Angel Innate.
Harry was still hovering there concentrating on Blitz and repeating, `Blitz, Blitz, Blitz,' over and over again. He felt his Harry starting to stand on end (as well as everyone else), and with an emerald lightning bolt striking Harry, stood the magnificent Thunderbird.
At the moment, Blitz was exhausted. He finally managed to shriek out towards the heavens for a storm. Clouds gathered and green bolts flashed across the sky. They struck Blitz over and over again.
Meanwhile, everyone in the alley froze. Even the Deatheaters. Bubo perched on a pole since he didn't need to distract the Deatheaters any more. He was even in mild awe. They people were praying the lightning bolts weren't killing the bird, and the Deatheaters were hoping they were.
The bolts finally ended in another shriek that had one last huge bolt strike, leaving the bird energized. Blitz flapped his mighty wings a few times, causing a dust cloud to form with the powerful thrusts. He then took to the air, circling the Deatheaters. Even though he was greatly energized, he didn't have enough energy to launch an attack, so he let out another shriek, summoning his lesser brothers. Within thirty seconds, the clouds were filled with tiny little shrieks of the little blue Thunderbirds.
They descended from the clouds awaking the Deatheaters from their stupor. They quite fooling around, and sent the Killing Curse. To say that they were scared would be an understatement. Several birds fell to the curse, but there were simply too many for it to have a great effect.
Within ten seconds the offensive was over. The blue lightning bolts streaked towards their destination, knocking out the Deatheaters with the sudden jolt. After they weren't needed, the remaining birds left with the clouds, and the dead ones disappeared in blue wisps.
Harry landed and changed back. He still had his wings out and his sword in hand. He sheathed his sword, barely able to pick it up to put it in the scabbard from his exhaustion. He retracted his wings and let Bubo perch on his shoulder. He currently was hunched over on one knee, panting.
The masses of people seemed to wake up from their daze, and rushed to meet the hero that saved them. Harry, not wanting to be questioned and have his hand shook by hundreds of people quickly gathered his remaining strength, and hoping he wouldn't splinch himself, apparated right on his bed where he passed out before he even landed.
(AN: Well, how was that? I don't even know where it came from. Probably not as long as you all wish, but I'm really tired and have a monster headache right now. I'm not sure if the owl's name is correct, but no one told me otherwise. I'll try and make the chapters longer, but I'm not promising anything. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Some of your guesses were really close to what's going to happen. You'll just have to wait for them to appear. Just to let you know, Dragonstar [I didn't feel like writing the whole thing out] is really close to one of his innate's. no one will guess his next innate or animagus form. HA HA HA! Well, I think it's time for me to bizounce so, Peace).
Chapter 10: Blitz Appears
Harry was completely wiped out from turning into his Innate form. At least he wasn't forced to work with Vernon anymore. Ever since he showed Aunt Petunia his wings, the Dursley's thought he was really an angel. Not being really religious, they began to read the bible and go to church. They practically worshipped Harry, and he was getting really tired of it. It did have its benefits though. The Dursley's became much better people and began to treat everyone with respect. They even began to recognize the magical people as humans.
Even though Harry was extremely tired, he tried as hard as he could to strengthen his wings. Every day he would walk to the clearing where he practiced apparating and learned of his animagus forms. Harry liked it because he was alone. Sirius was gone, and Bella didn't have to watch Harry because there was no chance of him hurting himself. He didn't apparate because he was already exhausted, and didn't want to be totally exhausted to do any work out with his wings.
Harry's work out consisted of flapping as hard and as long as he could. It got very tiring very quick. Harry was surprised to find out how much you had to use your chest. His chest was now getting bigger and more defined. His arms, having no other choice, had to get bigger also.
During his frequent breaks, Harry started to read a book on sword fighting so he could use the sword Hagrid got him. Harry's arms were now strong enough that he could hold it with one arm for ten minutes. Harry was also focusing on Blitz, and could now freely feel what it feel's like to be the majestic bird while still being a human. According to The Book (Harry liked to refer to Fun Things to do That Are Illegal as The Book because it was turning out to be like Harry's bible), all you have to do is imagine changing into your animal exactly as it felt like, and pick a name to make the change go faster, like apparating. Harry picked the word, `Blitz,' since he could change the name for each name. so far, Harry got a few feathers on his fingers and head and more tired. He figured it would be good in the long haul.
Harry was also contemplating what Sirius said to him. He didn't really know what he was on about, but figured it had something to do with not giving her appropriate acknowledgement. He totally agreed with that, and decided to get her an owl. They were useful, and a lot more thoughtful than a book. He figured he would give it to her on the Hogwarts Express as an early birthday present since her birthday was eighteen days afterwards. He would get the owl tomorrow, and would forgo his normal training and apparate to Diagon Alley. Right now he had to concentrate on strengthening his wings.
***
Harry woke up well rested. Well, he was still dead tired, but he could make a round trip from here to Diagon Alley. He got up and showered and everything else he had to do. He threw a cloak over him even though it was hot outside. He didn't want anyone to recognize him, or know that a minor apparated in. he also took the sword Hagrid gave him because he just felt like something was telling him to.
He put the hood up on his head and apparated off. With a pop, he landed in The Leaky Cauldron. Tom was there, and gave a friendly wave to him, even if he didn't know who he was. Harry made his way quickly to the back after giving a shout wave back, so as not to be rude, and tapped the correct bricks to get into Diagon Alley.
Harry made his way quickly over to Eeylops, the owl store, and started to look around. He seen many types of owls, but none just screamed, `I'm for Hermione,' though they couldn't really talk. Harry made his way over to a secluded corner, where he found a lone owl. It sort of held itself like Hermione, and had a strange intelligence about it. It looked Harry right in the eyes and seemed to say, `I know what you want, and you should pick me.' Now this owl wasn't screaming Hermione, but telling Harry calmly that he needed to pick him.
Harry made his way to the checkout to find out that the reason why the owl was alone was because it seemed to boss the other owls around. Harry knew this was the owl for Hermione, and promptly purchased it.
Outside, Harry got a closer look at the intelligent owl. It was a little under a foot tall and was an off-white color. Harry didn't know what particular breed of bird it was, but had like a bronze outline about its face. Harry shrunk the cage and put it into his pocket and let the bird rest on his shoulder. Harry decided to call it Bubo, after Athena's pet owl that granted intelligence to whosever shoulder it rested on.
Harry noticed all the kids from Hogwarts about. He saw Draco Malfoy scowling at him, running along behind his father, which seemed to be in a hurry. That put Harry on guard. He seen other kids from his year, but didn't know them personally. Harry seen a group of muggle parents that appeared to have journeyed together to familiarize themselves with the wizarding world.
Harry was heading towards the joke shop, when he heard a succession of bangs and pop's. Harry turned to see that the group of muggles was being attacked by a hoard of Deatheaters of about fifteen. He looked over to see Lucius Malfoy barely able to keep the grin off his face. Harry realized it was an attack to get Malfoy off the suspected Deatheater list. He saw him reaching for his wand, which was probably to `ward off' the Deatheaters. `Not if I can help it,' Harry thought.
At that point, Harry's wing's ripped his shirt off, leaving the hood on still. Harry drew his sword and began to flap his wings to get there before Lucius. He wasn't really flying, more like just hovering against the ground and rushing forward. Malfoy didn't even see Harry. Harry got there in a brown and white blur and slashing at the nearest Deatheater. Two went down before the Deatheaters realized what was happening. Three more fell before they could act.
The remaining ten fired curses at Harry, who broke away from the group, and was hovering about twenty feet away, five feet in the air, batting the curses away with his wings. Harry was really getting tired now. He figured if he could just change to Blitz, he could summon some lesser Thunderbirds to take care of them. While Harry was concentrating on changing, Bubo was distracting the Deatheaters. He was flying as graceful as Harry was who didn't even realize how much grace came through from his Angel Innate.
Harry was still hovering there concentrating on Blitz and repeating, `Blitz, Blitz, Blitz,' over and over again. He felt his Harry starting to stand on end (as well as everyone else), and with an emerald lightning bolt striking Harry, stood the magnificent Thunderbird.
At the moment, Blitz was exhausted. He finally managed to shriek out towards the heavens for a storm. Clouds gathered and green bolts flashed across the sky. They struck Blitz over and over again.
Meanwhile, everyone in the alley froze. Even the Deatheaters. Bubo perched on a pole since he didn't need to distract the Deatheaters any more. He was even in mild awe. They people were praying the lightning bolts weren't killing the bird, and the Deatheaters were hoping they were.
The bolts finally ended in another shriek that had one last huge bolt strike, leaving the bird energized. Blitz flapped his mighty wings a few times, causing a dust cloud to form with the powerful thrusts. He then took to the air, circling the Deatheaters. Even though he was greatly energized, he didn't have enough energy to launch an attack, so he let out another shriek, summoning his lesser brothers. Within thirty seconds, the clouds were filled with tiny little shrieks of the little blue Thunderbirds.
They descended from the clouds awaking the Deatheaters from their stupor. They quite fooling around, and sent the Killing Curse. To say that they were scared would be an understatement. Several birds fell to the curse, but there were simply too many for it to have a great effect.
Within ten seconds the offensive was over. The blue lightning bolts streaked towards their destination, knocking out the Deatheaters with the sudden jolt. After they weren't needed, the remaining birds left with the clouds, and the dead ones disappeared in blue wisps.
Harry landed and changed back. He still had his wings out and his sword in hand. He sheathed his sword, barely able to pick it up to put it in the scabbard from his exhaustion. He retracted his wings and let Bubo perch on his shoulder. He currently was hunched over on one knee, panting.
The masses of people seemed to wake up from their daze, and rushed to meet the hero that saved them. Harry, not wanting to be questioned and have his hand shook by hundreds of people quickly gathered his remaining strength, and hoping he wouldn't splinch himself, apparated right on his bed where he passed out before he even landed.
(AN: Well, how was that? I don't even know where it came from. Probably not as long as you all wish, but I'm really tired and have a monster headache right now. I'm not sure if the owl's name is correct, but no one told me otherwise. I'll try and make the chapters longer, but I'm not promising anything. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Some of your guesses were really close to what's going to happen. You'll just have to wait for them to appear. Just to let you know, Dragonstar [I didn't feel like writing the whole thing out] is really close to one of his innate's. no one will guess his next innate or animagus form. HA HA HA! Well, I think it's time for me to bizounce so, Peace).