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Chapter 11: Owl Call
Harry was out for two days after his little run in with the Deatheaters. The wizarding world was having a field day with `The Angel,' as they dubbed him. Harry didn't find out about all this until Bella had him come over to her house. The Daily Prophet was having a field day with him. Fudge, the bumbling oaf he was, was telling the wizarding world that this `Angel,' is not to be trusted and wields too much power. Witnesses say countered him when they said that when he summoned his flock of `Lightning Parrots,' that not one harmed any innocent bystanders. Fudge had to hold his voice until Lucius Malfoy said that the `Angel' was getting ready to attack the crowd until he drew his wand and scared him away.
That made Harry laugh because when he looked over at the Malfoy's, it appeared that both father and son were both going to wet themselves. Harry purposely lowered his hood a little bit so that they could see his cackling emerald eyes with lightning bolts flitting across them.
Bubo was pretty mad at Harry. He didn't get fed for two days, which was not appropriate in the bird's opinion. He could practically feel the skin hanging off his bones. So on the last day, he started to peck at Harry to wake up. Harry was very angry because that was the most wonderful sleep he had in a long time. It did some good as now he could practice making his wing's stronger. Oh joy!
Harry was currently resting since he has been flapping for fifteen minutes, beating his old record by five minutes. He was thinking about something's in his life with Bubo on his shoulder. Bubo followed Harry around wherever he went. It was almost comforting to Harry having something watch over him. He didn't like the idea because he was putting too much on the little owl's shoulder's having him there like that. He figured it would be alright for Hermione because she wasn't in as much danger as Harry.
He was currently thinking about the fight he had earlier in the week. He had a few things to work on in his forms. For one, he barely had control of Blitz. Blitz had wanted to attack every Deatheater; just because of the fact that he felt it was his responsibility to protect the masses. Harry felt it was but had to be careful because Harry realized there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. He couldn't let that happen again. It scared him of what he would do as Blaze. He could get in serious trouble or hurt badly. He figured it was safer to do Blizzard next seeing as he would be able to hold that form longer and the only thing he could do was go somewhere where he felt alone, so no trouble there.
He then started to think about the sword at his side at the moment. He didn't leave home without it anymore. He liked the fact that most of the Deatheaters didn't know what the hell to do. He felt a sense of empowerment. The Deatheaters were absolutely frightened of an armed enemy. Harry made a pact with himself that he would become an expert sword fighter then and there, and would never get another sword.
Three owls came, breaking him out of his thoughts. One was from Hermione, he recognized since it was Hedwig that brought the letter. The other two looked like regular post owls so he opened Hermione's letter first.
`Hi Harry,
I know you didn't want me owling you, but I just had to. I know you don't get the Prophet, so you wouldn't know this, but there was a mysterious person in Diagon Alley the other day, and broke up a group of Deatheaters harassing some muggles. The amazing thing was the fact he had wings! I looked in all my books, but I couldn't find any human or demi-human that could do that. I'll just have to wait until I get to Hogwarts I guess. Oh, and he also transformed into some kind of weird bird that could absorb lightning. He also summoned a flock of little birds that could shoot lightning out their mouths. Things are starting to get weird.
Anyways, I hope I didn't distract you too much, and I'll see you in a little under three weeks!
Love, Hermione'
Harry was a little surprised at Hermione at how excited she seemed to be. It amused him. He thought he would give her some food for thought and feed her some information.
`Dear Hermione,
Don't worry about me chewing you out for writing me. I was starting to miss Hedwig. Maybe you too, just a little though. Anyways, about what you wrote about, I know what was going on, I have some connections. I thought I would also give you some information about your mystery man. I know how he got wings! And I'm not telling. I know that's going to drive you crazy, but I think you will eventually figure it out. And also the bird, its name is a Thunderbird. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, since you know pretty much everything, well except the little thing I mentioned before. If you want to know how I know, about what I know, I'll just say I know him personally. And it is a him.
I have some work to do, so I'll let you get back to studying (joking Hermione, I know your tearing it up at all the clubs and breaking every guy's heart you come across, you scarlet woman you).
Working Tiredly, Harry' P.S.: I have a surprise for you when we meet. I hope you like it!
Harry thought it felt good to finally talk to someone his own age. It was even a plus to know that he knew three things that Hermione didn't. That would have to be some kind of record. It felt really good to finally jest with someone. He didn't do it at work because if he accidentally insulted someone, he would get pummeled. Knowing how to kick-box was one thing, but being able to take it as well as you give it, and then some, was another.
Harry looked over at the other two owls. He opened the bigger owl's first while still stroking Hedwig. He was going to keep her over night, and send her in the morning when he had a little more strength to perform some wandless magic. Harry found he was pretty good at it, but would drain him since his reserves were so low. He planned on putting a simple Untraceable Charm on Hedwig because there was some pretty sensitive information in there.
This letter came from Dumbledore and read:
`Dear Mister Potter,
I would like to kindly ask you not to do anymore heroics for awhile. It's not that I don't think you can't handle it; it's just that I heard you nearly collapsed afterwards, and would have been trouble if you had fainted and people found out about your identity. I would like you to wait until your reserves are at least a ΒΌ full. I believe they are at 1/64 there capacity.
Yours truly, Albus Dumbledore' P.S.: Congratulations on your wonderful Thunderbird form.
That surprised Harry. He was expecting to get reprimanded. Not to be congratulated. He saw where he was coming from though. If the Ministry found out, he would be in Azkaban right now. Or if he did faint, and some more Deatheaters showed up. Harry didn't want to finish his train of thought on that one.
He turned to the next owl. He saw the writing on the front that looked as though it belonged to a doctor. Harry knew it was from Sirius, and that it couldn't be good if it was even more illegible than normal.
`Harry,
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED. That would kill me Harry, you're the reason I escaped Azkaban and why I am currently on the run. If you weren't here, I would turn myself in. so, I would like to reiterate, NEVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE. DO IT ALL YOU WANT WHEN I'M GONE, JUST NOT NOW!! Thank You, Snuffles P.S.: I heard you transformed and that the Deatheaters almost wet themselves. Whoo whoo, that's awesome wish I was there. Congrats on your transformation too.
Harry was confused. He gets mad, then sentimental, then loud and commanding, and then like none of that happened and his best buddy just transformed. He would have to ask Remus at school. Just drop him an owl. It also made Harry feel warm that he was the reason why Sirius had escaped. He always figured it was because he wanted to get Pettigrew, which Harry didn't blame at all.
Harry figured it was time to head home as he was stiff. He stuffed his letters in his pocket, and made the all too familiar trek back to the Dursley's, with an owl on each shoulder.
(AN: How was that? Hopefully good. I know it wasn't long enough, but it will get longer once he goes back to school, which will be in 2 or 3 chapters. No one is close to the next innate or the next animagus. You guys pretty much figured out the other innate, a griffin. It won't be typical griffin, but one with my own spin on it. I hope so, at least. Anyways, a hint on the next Innate that no one will get. It will be a humanoid like the angel. Also, if anyone thinks up a good name for Harry's angel form, send it to me, and if I like it, I'll use it. Thanks. Peace).
Chapter 11: Owl Call
Harry was out for two days after his little run in with the Deatheaters. The wizarding world was having a field day with `The Angel,' as they dubbed him. Harry didn't find out about all this until Bella had him come over to her house. The Daily Prophet was having a field day with him. Fudge, the bumbling oaf he was, was telling the wizarding world that this `Angel,' is not to be trusted and wields too much power. Witnesses say countered him when they said that when he summoned his flock of `Lightning Parrots,' that not one harmed any innocent bystanders. Fudge had to hold his voice until Lucius Malfoy said that the `Angel' was getting ready to attack the crowd until he drew his wand and scared him away.
That made Harry laugh because when he looked over at the Malfoy's, it appeared that both father and son were both going to wet themselves. Harry purposely lowered his hood a little bit so that they could see his cackling emerald eyes with lightning bolts flitting across them.
Bubo was pretty mad at Harry. He didn't get fed for two days, which was not appropriate in the bird's opinion. He could practically feel the skin hanging off his bones. So on the last day, he started to peck at Harry to wake up. Harry was very angry because that was the most wonderful sleep he had in a long time. It did some good as now he could practice making his wing's stronger. Oh joy!
Harry was currently resting since he has been flapping for fifteen minutes, beating his old record by five minutes. He was thinking about something's in his life with Bubo on his shoulder. Bubo followed Harry around wherever he went. It was almost comforting to Harry having something watch over him. He didn't like the idea because he was putting too much on the little owl's shoulder's having him there like that. He figured it would be alright for Hermione because she wasn't in as much danger as Harry.
He was currently thinking about the fight he had earlier in the week. He had a few things to work on in his forms. For one, he barely had control of Blitz. Blitz had wanted to attack every Deatheater; just because of the fact that he felt it was his responsibility to protect the masses. Harry felt it was but had to be careful because Harry realized there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. He couldn't let that happen again. It scared him of what he would do as Blaze. He could get in serious trouble or hurt badly. He figured it was safer to do Blizzard next seeing as he would be able to hold that form longer and the only thing he could do was go somewhere where he felt alone, so no trouble there.
He then started to think about the sword at his side at the moment. He didn't leave home without it anymore. He liked the fact that most of the Deatheaters didn't know what the hell to do. He felt a sense of empowerment. The Deatheaters were absolutely frightened of an armed enemy. Harry made a pact with himself that he would become an expert sword fighter then and there, and would never get another sword.
Three owls came, breaking him out of his thoughts. One was from Hermione, he recognized since it was Hedwig that brought the letter. The other two looked like regular post owls so he opened Hermione's letter first.
`Hi Harry,
I know you didn't want me owling you, but I just had to. I know you don't get the Prophet, so you wouldn't know this, but there was a mysterious person in Diagon Alley the other day, and broke up a group of Deatheaters harassing some muggles. The amazing thing was the fact he had wings! I looked in all my books, but I couldn't find any human or demi-human that could do that. I'll just have to wait until I get to Hogwarts I guess. Oh, and he also transformed into some kind of weird bird that could absorb lightning. He also summoned a flock of little birds that could shoot lightning out their mouths. Things are starting to get weird.
Anyways, I hope I didn't distract you too much, and I'll see you in a little under three weeks!
Love, Hermione'
Harry was a little surprised at Hermione at how excited she seemed to be. It amused him. He thought he would give her some food for thought and feed her some information.
`Dear Hermione,
Don't worry about me chewing you out for writing me. I was starting to miss Hedwig. Maybe you too, just a little though. Anyways, about what you wrote about, I know what was going on, I have some connections. I thought I would also give you some information about your mystery man. I know how he got wings! And I'm not telling. I know that's going to drive you crazy, but I think you will eventually figure it out. And also the bird, its name is a Thunderbird. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, since you know pretty much everything, well except the little thing I mentioned before. If you want to know how I know, about what I know, I'll just say I know him personally. And it is a him.
I have some work to do, so I'll let you get back to studying (joking Hermione, I know your tearing it up at all the clubs and breaking every guy's heart you come across, you scarlet woman you).
Working Tiredly, Harry' P.S.: I have a surprise for you when we meet. I hope you like it!
Harry thought it felt good to finally talk to someone his own age. It was even a plus to know that he knew three things that Hermione didn't. That would have to be some kind of record. It felt really good to finally jest with someone. He didn't do it at work because if he accidentally insulted someone, he would get pummeled. Knowing how to kick-box was one thing, but being able to take it as well as you give it, and then some, was another.
Harry looked over at the other two owls. He opened the bigger owl's first while still stroking Hedwig. He was going to keep her over night, and send her in the morning when he had a little more strength to perform some wandless magic. Harry found he was pretty good at it, but would drain him since his reserves were so low. He planned on putting a simple Untraceable Charm on Hedwig because there was some pretty sensitive information in there.
This letter came from Dumbledore and read:
`Dear Mister Potter,
I would like to kindly ask you not to do anymore heroics for awhile. It's not that I don't think you can't handle it; it's just that I heard you nearly collapsed afterwards, and would have been trouble if you had fainted and people found out about your identity. I would like you to wait until your reserves are at least a ΒΌ full. I believe they are at 1/64 there capacity.
Yours truly, Albus Dumbledore' P.S.: Congratulations on your wonderful Thunderbird form.
That surprised Harry. He was expecting to get reprimanded. Not to be congratulated. He saw where he was coming from though. If the Ministry found out, he would be in Azkaban right now. Or if he did faint, and some more Deatheaters showed up. Harry didn't want to finish his train of thought on that one.
He turned to the next owl. He saw the writing on the front that looked as though it belonged to a doctor. Harry knew it was from Sirius, and that it couldn't be good if it was even more illegible than normal.
`Harry,
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED. That would kill me Harry, you're the reason I escaped Azkaban and why I am currently on the run. If you weren't here, I would turn myself in. so, I would like to reiterate, NEVER, EVER DO THAT AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE. DO IT ALL YOU WANT WHEN I'M GONE, JUST NOT NOW!! Thank You, Snuffles P.S.: I heard you transformed and that the Deatheaters almost wet themselves. Whoo whoo, that's awesome wish I was there. Congrats on your transformation too.
Harry was confused. He gets mad, then sentimental, then loud and commanding, and then like none of that happened and his best buddy just transformed. He would have to ask Remus at school. Just drop him an owl. It also made Harry feel warm that he was the reason why Sirius had escaped. He always figured it was because he wanted to get Pettigrew, which Harry didn't blame at all.
Harry figured it was time to head home as he was stiff. He stuffed his letters in his pocket, and made the all too familiar trek back to the Dursley's, with an owl on each shoulder.
(AN: How was that? Hopefully good. I know it wasn't long enough, but it will get longer once he goes back to school, which will be in 2 or 3 chapters. No one is close to the next innate or the next animagus. You guys pretty much figured out the other innate, a griffin. It won't be typical griffin, but one with my own spin on it. I hope so, at least. Anyways, a hint on the next Innate that no one will get. It will be a humanoid like the angel. Also, if anyone thinks up a good name for Harry's angel form, send it to me, and if I like it, I'll use it. Thanks. Peace).