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AN: Not a lot of action from here on out. Maybe some funny stuff, depending on what you find funny. I do have a question though. Do you want me to finish the war with the 'Red Death' in this story, or in the next installment? If it is this one, it will take a little longer than I said, and I will not get to my other stories (not like you will want to read them with the fifth book coming out). What you will get though is some more action in this one.
Chapter 17: Hormones and Classes
Harry followed Professor Dumbledore all the way to the entrance of the Great Hall. He looked at Harry, seemingly giving him an encouraging grin, hoping to take his mind off all the information just passed through his brain. Harry gave a weak smile back, not wanting to stand any longer, just wanting to get some food in him, then maybe take a nap before everyone made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Dumbledore pushed the doors open, and they both walked in. it wasn't like the many times where everyone just stopped what they were doing to watch the two take their seats. There were a few questioning glances, but no one stopped their conversations. Harry was happy for this, and made his way to an open seat next to Hermione, who was looking sullen, and Ron wasn't too far off. From what Harry could tell, everyone was happier considering the circumstances that were going on in the world.
Harry examined the new first years that replaced the seventh years. Gryffindor seemed to have as many first years as the rest of the school. He looked over at the Slytherin table. They seemed to be the same conniving people they were last year, save the first years who no doubt would have their brains poisoned within a few days. One surprise though was that Draco Malfoy wasn't surrounded by his normal crowd, exclaiming about his feats of the previous summer. He was picking at his food, throwing an occasional disgusted glance at the rest of his housemates. Harry wondered why.
Harry focused on his own housemates. They all seemed happy. He looked over at Parvati Patil, and noticed how tight her shirt was against her chest. Harry closed his eyes and shook his head of the impure thoughts going through his brain. He opened his eyes, only to find they were still focused on her chest. Harry knew what he was doing, but couldn't seem to focus anywhere else. He quickly ducked underneath the table, faking dropping his fork, only to find that he was entranced by a pair of legs next to Parvati. He chanced a look above the table to find that those specific pair of long, shapely legs belonged to one Lavender Brown.
Harry gulped, and slowly straightened up, focusing on nothing but the plate in front of him. It seemed someone was trying to talk to him, seeing he kept feeling a poking sensation in the region of his ribs. It was as if he was having an outer body experience. He looked over at who was jabbing him in the ribs, to find that he wished he didn't.
It was the most beautiful visage he ever seen. It seemed to glow when it was happy, which only a faint trace could be seen, and Harry suspected it was from amusement. Yep, it was the beautiful face of one Hermione Granger. She seemed to have a slight smile on, which only caused Harry to stare harder. Harry could start to hear a faint voice asking, "What's the matter?"
Harry closed his eyes, which seemed to make his hearing sharper. He felt himself answering, "Nothing, just tired."
"Oh, what took so long with Professor Dumbledore?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm really tired." Harry answered, faking a yawn.
"Well, are you going to eat?" Hermione asked with a little more amusement.
"What, oh yes, I was planning on it." Harry answered with a faint blush at acting like an idiot.
He piled food on his plate he didn't plan to eat, but was putting glass after glass of pumpkin juice away. No doubt being deprived of a liquid substance for a week. He was also pondering his newfound attraction to his female dorm mates. One, it came on suddenly. Maybe not, since he was too tired to focus on anyone on the train. Two, there was no two. He just now has the attraction level to girls as a womanizer. He didn't want that. He always prided himself on looking pass the outer beauty of someone to see what was on the inside. Drat, it could be hormones. The curse that rivals that of the Cruciatus. 'This could be hard,' Harry thought, having to deal with two dark lords and now having the added responsibility of controlling his loins.
Everyone got up, apparently, the feast had ended, and Harry hadn't heard one bit of Dumbledore's welcoming speech. Oh well, probably the old thing every year. He noticed the back of Hermione's head and Ron leading the first years to the Gryffindor common room. 'So they must be this years new prefects,' Harry thought. He quickly ducked his head so he wouldn't become entranced into any new female body part.
He followed the first year's shoes that were ahead of him. He made it to Gryffindor tower and rushed up the stairs to avoid more females. He quickly unpacked his trunk, got into his pajamas and went to bed.
He awoke to Ron banging him on the head with a pillow. He quickly shooed Ron away, only to find Ron didn't go away and he started to bang Harry with the pillow again. Ron obviously was in a happy mood and forgot all about the little predicament with Hermione.
"What the hell is with you?" questioned Harry.
"First day of classes!" Ron said with glee, which only convinced Harry that this was a dream. Ron, wanting to go to classes what a bunch of malarkey. Harry pulled his sheets up, preparing to go back to his dreamless sleep, instead of this ridiculous dream.
Harry only found that it was impossible as an other assault battered him. He sighed resignedly and got dressed. Harry was still tired and decided classes would be perfect for napping.
On their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry decided to ask Dream Ron why he wanted to go to classes today.
"Didn't you see the new DADA teacher? She was, how do muggles say, drop dead gorgeous, sexy, good enough to eat?" Ron exclaimed rather enthusiastically. Well now, Harry knew this was reality. It also proposed a problem. Was his attraction to those girls last night a fluke, or would he have to clean up the drool he would leave on his DADA desk?
He shook his head clearing his thoughts, and headed into the Great Hall with his head down. Didn't want to trigger his hormones now, did he? He sat next to Hermione who again had red, puffy eyes. Ron finally remembered yesterday, and settled into a somber mood. It was only increased to find out that they didn't have DADA for two days and had Potions, Divination, and Transfiguration today and all double periods.
Harry chanced a look up and moved his eyes swiftly, so as not to focus on anyone, but get the jest of what was going on. So far, he got laughing and pointing in his direction. Did people notice his staring last night? All color drained from his face. That is, until, he heard a sob come from Hermione. They were laughing at that debacle from last night. Oh well, it will all pass, it always does. Harry ate a piece of toast and attempted to take a nap until Potions, that was the one class Harry wasn't going to get caught dozing in, since he was always the main focus in that class, along with Neville Longbottom.
Ten minutes later, Harry was trying to get comfortable and block out the laughing, giggling, and Hermione sobbing. It wasn't noticeable unless you were setting right next to her like Harry. This was making it hard on Harry to sleep. One, no one was trying to hide their laughs, which was just plain rude. Two, he couldn't stand any girl crying, especially Hermione. It jerked at his heartstrings. Therefore, being fed up, he slammed his fists on the table, shushing everyone since they were focused on the person next to him.
He stood on the table, getting everyone's attention, including the teachers. He looked around, steeling himself for the speech he was getting ready to make, and forming one.
"Everyone," he started, "you no doubt are laughing at my best friend that had a comment made about her from my other best friend. First off, I would just like to say you all are extremely rude. You are laughing at the only person in the school who no doubt NOT laugh at you if you were in the same position. Shame on you." Everyone looked down in shame at having been told the truth, and they knew it to be true.
"Now, concerning the penis envy, I happen to agree with what was said." This caused everyone to look up in surprise, and Hermione to burst into loud sobs. It jerked at Harry's heart once again, but steeled himself for the rest. "Since I agree with that, I have to agree with the fact that every female in Hogwarts has penis envy also." This caused all the girls to have scandalized faces on; the most scandalized was Professor McGonagall. Harry knew that wasn't good.
"How many girls want a baby?" most of the girl population raised their hands. "And how many of you carry a purse or some kind of hand bag?" Most all the girls raised their hands. "Now, how many of you carry a wand?" Harry asked with a triumphant gleam in his eye as all the girls raised their hand, save the professors who decided not to participate in the survey.
Harry continued his speech. "Those are all symptoms of penis envy," most of the boys looked exceptionally happy at this news, but Harry wasn't going to let them revel in their supposed superiority over the females. "Not so fast gentleman. If you chose to believe that, as I do, I have to believe that you all have an Oedipal Complex." Everyone looked on with surprise, save Hermione who started to giggle. Harry suspected that she read the famous play. "Let me elaborate. You, my fellow males, want to have sex with your mother, and kill your father! I, however, do not have this complex, since I have no parents." now everyone had a shocked face on, except Dumbledore who looked like he wanted to burst open laughing his head off. That was probably the first time Harry didn't feel sad talking about his parents, but this time with acceptance. Dumbledore was shaking trying to keep his laughter down. Harry decided not to give the females more ammunition by delving deeper into the theory and bring up castration anxiety.
"But, that is all theory, which I don't believe in, carry on with your breakfast." Harry finished jumping down from his table, still being stared at by the population of the school. The only noise to be heard was Dumbledore laughing at everyone.
When Harry plopped back into his chair, hoping to catch some sleep in the silent Hall, he was sorely mistaken as Hermione latched herself onto Harry and, surprisingly kissed him right on the lips. This didn't go do well with Harry or Ron. Harry for one had the toughest fight in his life not to kiss her back, and Ron was mad that Harry got a kiss, throwing another wrench into his plans.
Harry decided not to go to sleep, just in case his dreams posed a problem. About five minutes later everyone started to go to class as did Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Hermione was still a little cold to Ron, only giving him one-word answers, but that was an improvement to the totally shunning of him.
They sat in the back, as always was the case pertaining to the class known as Potions. Snape walked in, and still didn't have a smile on that always- sneering face. He even had it talking to the Slytherins, granted it was a lesser degree than if he was addressing the Gryffindors. Harry guessed it was that old rule, 'if you keep your face like that, it'll stay that way!' Harry though, could sense an amused aura about the frigid Potion Master. In fact, he could sense everyone's aura, if he focused on them. Most of the females had an embarrassed aura about them, as did the males. Hermione was one of extreme happiness; he didn't know it was because she finally got a kiss from him right smack on the lips. Ron had a disgruntled aura about, but he also had a little bit of a relieved mixed in. again Harry didn't know it was because of the kiss and the fact Hermione was talking to him again, even though they were one-word answers. After all, he wasn't a mind reader.
During the class, Harry was split once again from Ron and Hermione, and they were forced to work with each other. Harry thought Snape might have a power like his, seeing he always knew where to put the Gryffindors to make them unhappiest. However, the surprising thing was the conversation he had with Snape.
"So, Potter, think your bigger than the teaching staff of this school, undermining them like that?" he asked in the deadliest of whispers. Harry spluttered, trying to come up with an answer to that. "Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the look on McGonagall's face when you said she had that wiener envy or whatever. I wish I had a camera on me to get that picture." He said almost wistfully. "Five points to Gryffindor for the excellent speech."
That conversation surprised Harry, but thought he could work it to his advantage. "Professor, you really want a picture of her face?"
"Oh yes I do. It would be perfect for black-mailing that old bat!" Snape exclaimed in a maniacal whisper, rubbing his hands together like he was getting ready for a feast.
"Sir, I can get you a picture of that if you promise to be fair to all Gryffindors for one year." Harry said, hoping that proposition worked.
"You get me that picture and you have a deal. I'll even treat you and Longbottom fair the rest of your schooling here." Snape said in a commanding whisper. "And Potter, if you fail to get me that picture, I'll make both your lives living hell."
Harry gulped and hoped against hope that Colin Creevey got a picture of that.
The bell sounded and everyone left the murky dungeon. He and Ron made their way to Divination while Hermione made her way to Arithmancy. Ron scowled at this, but not at Harry. Ron knew he didn't know what he was doing. Harry just didn't know how courteous he was, and didn't know what it did to girls. One of the many gifts of Harry Potter Ron guessed.
Divination was uneventful, or as far as Harry could tell since he had a good rest through it and wasn't caught. In his opinion, the perfect class. The duo caught up to Hermione, who didn't scowl at Ron, just merely gave him a look of indifference, which in Ron's opinion was a major improvement. She gave Harry the warmest smile ever and it even made warmer. Harry didn't know if it was his newfound power or the fact, he found Hermione beautiful. Either way, Harry opted for the head down look.
Hermione questioned Harry on this, which before he could respond, Ron did for him.
"Probably so he could sleep more. He slept all the way through Divination." Ron spoke, and Harry could have slugged him one for it too. Even though Hermione didn't think too much of Divination, it was still a class, therefore you needed to pay attention. Ron was hoping for Hermione to scold Harry, hopefully evening them out a bit, which wasn't the case.
"Well I don't blame him. I mean who could honestly stay awake and swallow that garbage. The only people I believe could do that are Lavender and Parvati." Hermione heard two 'hmph's' and watched as two girls marched past them. She, of course knew they were there, no doubt following Harry, more specifically his bum. She thought it was fair though, after all, she had to endure them whispering about her last night.
Harry looked up also when he felt the girls brush past, but didn't get further than their waist as he watched their butts bouncing away from him. 'Argh, get a hold of your self. This is ridiculous,' Harry scolded himself mentally. Just when he was getting ready to bow down again, he saw an other pair of legs that could give Lavender a run for her money. They were, long, shapely and tan. They looked so smooth, Harry just wanted to run his hand up and down them for eternity. He quickly flicked his eyes up to the face of the mysterious goddess legs. Not a bad face, bordering nice, but not cute. Ah, recognition, Eloise Midgen. The girl Ron called a troll last year. 'Well, she certainly isn't this year,' Harry thought with a goofy, mental grin. His face looked impassive from the out side.
He followed her progress down the hall until her back was to him, only to notice that her butt was good enough to eat off. It was ten times better than Lavender's and Parvati's combined. Unknown to Harry, he started to follow her. Ron and Hermione looked at eachother quizzically before asking Harry what he was doing. He face may have been impassive, but not his speaking abilities. He responded with a gurgle. This caused Hermione to giggle and Ron to guffaw. Hermione thought it sounded cute and Ron couldn't believe that his friend was acting like a total idiot. He looked at where his friend was staring, only to find Eloise Midgen's back side. 'Woof woof,' Ron thought, 'what a dog.'
He stored it away for future use, maybe it would help in the war he called: 'Operation Hermione.' He dragged his friend to transfiguration where he seemed to snap out of his little trace.
Harry was thinking that he finally was caught. What a prat he was. He shook it off, and took a seat in the back. Ron and Hermione thought this was weird as they always sat in the middle. They shrugged it off to go set back with him, only to find one seat back there and it was occupied by there friend. Hermione was a little sad at the prospect of not being able to sit with Harry since breakfast. Ron on the other hand was overjoyed. 'Maybe Harry knows I want Hermione, and is giving me a chance. What a guy.' Ron thought happily, as he watched the best friend anyone could have slump over and get ready for the oncoming nap. 'Maybe not.'
The bell rang and professor McGonagall looked over the class, and seemed to get colder as it came on Harry. Apparently, his power whatever it was, was growing, and could sense strong feelings directed projected at him. He felt the iciness upon him, and looked up right into McGonagall's eyes, surprising her at the abruptness of the stare. Almost like, he could feel it. She shook her head and began the day's lesson with the fifth year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. Not a good combo.
"You have basically finished transfiguration. You all still have skills you need to perfect, and you will be doing a review of all four years. The rest of your schooling will consist of Animagi." The class talked about this news for some time until McGonagall cleared her voice, bringing attention back on her.
"This year we will study the different types of Animagi as well as find out your potential Animagi form." 'Uh-oh,' Harry thought everyone will find out about my forms, and then they'll know who Seraph is.
"For the first part of today's lesson will be studying the process of becoming an Animagi. Then we will begin finding out your forms. Open your books to." Harry didn't listen to the rest of it as he knew what the whole process consisted of. So he took a nap.
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Harry was in a field of wild flowers. It was so beautiful with the white, puffy clouds in the deep baby blue sky. Yes, it was definitely picturesque. Harry all of the sudden spots a girl. He can't make out her features clearly, except that her hair is so blond, it is almost white, and she is wearing a yellow sundress. She was also fifty yards away. Abruptly, she breaks into a run towards Harry.
This surprised Harry. As she was now ten yards away, he seen she was the most beautiful creature ever. Even more so than unicorns. Her deep, blue eyes looked like the sky. She had little blue flowers on her dress and was as tall as Harry. She also had bare feet.
She launched herself on to Harry, giggling like mad. Harry was now perplexed, and gradually put his arms around her. She pulled back a little and started to kiss him. 'Freaky,' Harry thought. He had to admit that this dream was better than the Voldemort ones.
As Harry snaked his arms around her, he discovered, through the very thin sundress that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not good. This could get sticky.
Harry quit kissing her, but she continued kissing him. 'Let's figure this out, Harry old boy,' as Harry thought to himself, 'before this we were. in transfiguration! So this must be a dream.' Ha! Figured this out without Hermione. 'Hmm, to get out of this,' Harry thought. He came to a sudden inspiration and started pinching and twisting his skin. It obviously worked since he saw darkness and heard snickers. He opened his eyes to find everyone looking and pointing at him.
'Stupid people,' Harry thought, 'didn't I tell them about being rude.' Harry gave everyone a dirty look, except Hermione who had an amused grin on. He could feel she was only amused because she was in the same predicament only hours before. Harry gave her a grin and asked everyone what happened.
Ron was the one who responded with, "Well, you were mumbling then said, 'Ha! Figured it out without Hermione.' Then, you mumbled some more and started to pinch and twist your skin around."
Harry looked at his arms to see red marks from his attempts to wake up. Harry heard a remark from a Slytherin, "Hey Potter, dreaming about Granger now?" and the rest of the Slytherin's started laughing. Before he could respond, someone beat him to it.
"Don't you listen? He said he did it without Granger, suggesting that she wasn't present you idiot." The class looked on with surprise as Draco Malfoy was the one with the retort.
"Malfoy, I didn't know you jumped on Potter's bandwagon?" sneered a Slytherin.
"What are you talking about? I just thought someone from our house should've corrected that idiotic dolt's remark before a Gryffindor did, and made us all look like idiots. Besides, he deserved it." Malfoy responded with a gleam in his eye, challenging someone to call him on it, which no one did.
McGonagall broke the tension with, "Alright everyone, let's figure out you Animagus form's." which was meant with excited chatter. "Mister Potter, I'll speak to you later."
That didn't make Harry too happy. Harry again decided to not pay attention until he heard Hermione's called. "Granger, front and center." Which Hermione obliged to happily. McGonagall casted the spell, and waited as Hermione was put under as her eyes glazed over. Suddenly she broke out of it.
Her nosed turned into an elephant trunk, her right hand turned into a dog's paw and her leg's became a dolphin's tail. Harry was impressed she stayed vertical like that, while everyone else was impressed for a different reason. McGonagall had ill-disguised pride in her eyes and Harry could feel it coming off her.
Hermione changed back, but had a confused face on. McGonagall ushered back to her desk as McGonagall began to explain what Hermione was.
"Everyone settle down. Miss. Granger is something that is the most rarest transformation of all animagi's. She is known as an Animinimus. In other words, she has no animal transformation, but can change any body part into any animal body part that corresponds with her. With practice, she can probably change her whole body into an animal, then she could change into any animal on earth." The class looked at Hermione in awe, except Harry and Malfoy. Harry decided to take another go at a nap.
Harry woke again, this time with no dream and Malfoy going up in front of the class. McGonagall casted the spell and Malfoy's eyes glazed over. A second later, an unicorn in all it's magnificent splendor was standing in front of the class. The class was in awe, even more so than Hermione's. This was because the cruelest boy in their school was the most purest animal in the world. The unicorn lifted its hoof to take a walk, but Malfoy transformed again. This time it was a pure white turtledove. The class was even more in awe. Two pure creatures belonged to Malfoy. Plus, he was the first multiple animagi in the class.
The dove looked like it was ready to take off, before it changed once again. This time it was a pure white sea lion. Harry knew about sea lions from his muggle school. Usually fun loving, they can turn very dangerous if provoked. The sea lion gave a bark and turned back into Malfoy who ducked his head and headed back to his seat, no doubt embarrassed from the attention.
McGonagall regained her senses and called the two students before Harry. Pansy Parkinson was a three-toed sloth, which most everyone found amusing. Parvati was a fox, which Harry couldn't agree more with. Now the decisive moment, his turn.
As McGonagall called his name and he walked up to the front, it felt as if he was walking to his execution. He could feel the intent stares on his back, expecting the best forms from him, because, after all, he was Harry Potter.
He got in front of McGonagall, and once again, he felt the empty darkness. He felt the strong pull of his lion form, but not Blitz or Blizzard's. He decided to follow Blaze's pull and a second later, felt himself shift forms. Harry grinned, well as much as he could as a Nemean Lion could. Everyone had pretty much the same looks of fear except Hermione who had a bright smile on, and surprisingly Malfoy. Harry let out a roar that shook the room and went back to the empty blackness.
He now felt a new pull. It was kind of like Blizzard's, but different. It wanted to be with beings, but not have the spotlight focused on him. He also felt some mischievousness in the pull. Harry was curious, so decided to follow the pull. A second later, Harry felt himself shrinking. The class looked over their desks to see Harry. What they saw was a slightly smaller version of a coyote. The coyote was pitch black with a blood red lightning bolt mark on its forehead. The class was looking intently at him now, and he turned his head in a questioning manner, which caused the girls to, 'aww' at the cuteness of the little animal and caused Harry to shift back.
The class held ill-disguised disappointment, except Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy. Everyone wanted to a dragon or something like that. Harry took his seat and thought about his transformation. He figured he didn't turn into Blitz or Blizzard because he could turn into them already, or partially. He figured he turned into the new form because he was too exhausted when he originally did the spell.
He heard Ron be called up to McGonagall. He walked up to the front of the class, stumbling a bit. When his eyes glazed over, Harry examined his aura. It seemed he was fighting a battle within himself. Harry figured Ron had more than one animal and was deciding which to choose. All of the sudden, he changed into a chestnut colored Hippogriff. Harry figured that one made sense because once you gained Ron's trust, which was hard; he would stick by you through thick and thin. He pawed the ground and changed again.
This time he was a gigantic bull. His coat was a fiery red and was bigger than Blaze, which was saying something. The bull had a stubborn look in its eye, which was vintage Ron, and the floor was crumbling under the weight of the bull. It gave a snort, and turned back into Ron. He walked back to his seat with his head held high. Harry figured it was him reveling in the fame the class was giving him.
McGonagall could be heard saying, "The prophecy is here. The three in this class are the ones." It appeared Harry was the only one that heard her through the classroom as he stayed put to be lectured on the effects of napping in class.
(AN: Long chapter. Hope you all liked it. It seems FF.Net is messing with me. I get your reviews, but it doesn't record them in the story part, if that makes any sense. Hopefully this chapter cuts back on my remaining chapters. The girl in the dream, you find out about her later, she's not real. Malfoy's animagus forms explain a lot and he will have no romantic relationship with any character. Harry's hormonal problem will be explained later also. Anyways, hope this chapter was long enough. Peace).
AN: Not a lot of action from here on out. Maybe some funny stuff, depending on what you find funny. I do have a question though. Do you want me to finish the war with the 'Red Death' in this story, or in the next installment? If it is this one, it will take a little longer than I said, and I will not get to my other stories (not like you will want to read them with the fifth book coming out). What you will get though is some more action in this one.
Chapter 17: Hormones and Classes
Harry followed Professor Dumbledore all the way to the entrance of the Great Hall. He looked at Harry, seemingly giving him an encouraging grin, hoping to take his mind off all the information just passed through his brain. Harry gave a weak smile back, not wanting to stand any longer, just wanting to get some food in him, then maybe take a nap before everyone made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Dumbledore pushed the doors open, and they both walked in. it wasn't like the many times where everyone just stopped what they were doing to watch the two take their seats. There were a few questioning glances, but no one stopped their conversations. Harry was happy for this, and made his way to an open seat next to Hermione, who was looking sullen, and Ron wasn't too far off. From what Harry could tell, everyone was happier considering the circumstances that were going on in the world.
Harry examined the new first years that replaced the seventh years. Gryffindor seemed to have as many first years as the rest of the school. He looked over at the Slytherin table. They seemed to be the same conniving people they were last year, save the first years who no doubt would have their brains poisoned within a few days. One surprise though was that Draco Malfoy wasn't surrounded by his normal crowd, exclaiming about his feats of the previous summer. He was picking at his food, throwing an occasional disgusted glance at the rest of his housemates. Harry wondered why.
Harry focused on his own housemates. They all seemed happy. He looked over at Parvati Patil, and noticed how tight her shirt was against her chest. Harry closed his eyes and shook his head of the impure thoughts going through his brain. He opened his eyes, only to find they were still focused on her chest. Harry knew what he was doing, but couldn't seem to focus anywhere else. He quickly ducked underneath the table, faking dropping his fork, only to find that he was entranced by a pair of legs next to Parvati. He chanced a look above the table to find that those specific pair of long, shapely legs belonged to one Lavender Brown.
Harry gulped, and slowly straightened up, focusing on nothing but the plate in front of him. It seemed someone was trying to talk to him, seeing he kept feeling a poking sensation in the region of his ribs. It was as if he was having an outer body experience. He looked over at who was jabbing him in the ribs, to find that he wished he didn't.
It was the most beautiful visage he ever seen. It seemed to glow when it was happy, which only a faint trace could be seen, and Harry suspected it was from amusement. Yep, it was the beautiful face of one Hermione Granger. She seemed to have a slight smile on, which only caused Harry to stare harder. Harry could start to hear a faint voice asking, "What's the matter?"
Harry closed his eyes, which seemed to make his hearing sharper. He felt himself answering, "Nothing, just tired."
"Oh, what took so long with Professor Dumbledore?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm really tired." Harry answered, faking a yawn.
"Well, are you going to eat?" Hermione asked with a little more amusement.
"What, oh yes, I was planning on it." Harry answered with a faint blush at acting like an idiot.
He piled food on his plate he didn't plan to eat, but was putting glass after glass of pumpkin juice away. No doubt being deprived of a liquid substance for a week. He was also pondering his newfound attraction to his female dorm mates. One, it came on suddenly. Maybe not, since he was too tired to focus on anyone on the train. Two, there was no two. He just now has the attraction level to girls as a womanizer. He didn't want that. He always prided himself on looking pass the outer beauty of someone to see what was on the inside. Drat, it could be hormones. The curse that rivals that of the Cruciatus. 'This could be hard,' Harry thought, having to deal with two dark lords and now having the added responsibility of controlling his loins.
Everyone got up, apparently, the feast had ended, and Harry hadn't heard one bit of Dumbledore's welcoming speech. Oh well, probably the old thing every year. He noticed the back of Hermione's head and Ron leading the first years to the Gryffindor common room. 'So they must be this years new prefects,' Harry thought. He quickly ducked his head so he wouldn't become entranced into any new female body part.
He followed the first year's shoes that were ahead of him. He made it to Gryffindor tower and rushed up the stairs to avoid more females. He quickly unpacked his trunk, got into his pajamas and went to bed.
He awoke to Ron banging him on the head with a pillow. He quickly shooed Ron away, only to find Ron didn't go away and he started to bang Harry with the pillow again. Ron obviously was in a happy mood and forgot all about the little predicament with Hermione.
"What the hell is with you?" questioned Harry.
"First day of classes!" Ron said with glee, which only convinced Harry that this was a dream. Ron, wanting to go to classes what a bunch of malarkey. Harry pulled his sheets up, preparing to go back to his dreamless sleep, instead of this ridiculous dream.
Harry only found that it was impossible as an other assault battered him. He sighed resignedly and got dressed. Harry was still tired and decided classes would be perfect for napping.
On their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry decided to ask Dream Ron why he wanted to go to classes today.
"Didn't you see the new DADA teacher? She was, how do muggles say, drop dead gorgeous, sexy, good enough to eat?" Ron exclaimed rather enthusiastically. Well now, Harry knew this was reality. It also proposed a problem. Was his attraction to those girls last night a fluke, or would he have to clean up the drool he would leave on his DADA desk?
He shook his head clearing his thoughts, and headed into the Great Hall with his head down. Didn't want to trigger his hormones now, did he? He sat next to Hermione who again had red, puffy eyes. Ron finally remembered yesterday, and settled into a somber mood. It was only increased to find out that they didn't have DADA for two days and had Potions, Divination, and Transfiguration today and all double periods.
Harry chanced a look up and moved his eyes swiftly, so as not to focus on anyone, but get the jest of what was going on. So far, he got laughing and pointing in his direction. Did people notice his staring last night? All color drained from his face. That is, until, he heard a sob come from Hermione. They were laughing at that debacle from last night. Oh well, it will all pass, it always does. Harry ate a piece of toast and attempted to take a nap until Potions, that was the one class Harry wasn't going to get caught dozing in, since he was always the main focus in that class, along with Neville Longbottom.
Ten minutes later, Harry was trying to get comfortable and block out the laughing, giggling, and Hermione sobbing. It wasn't noticeable unless you were setting right next to her like Harry. This was making it hard on Harry to sleep. One, no one was trying to hide their laughs, which was just plain rude. Two, he couldn't stand any girl crying, especially Hermione. It jerked at his heartstrings. Therefore, being fed up, he slammed his fists on the table, shushing everyone since they were focused on the person next to him.
He stood on the table, getting everyone's attention, including the teachers. He looked around, steeling himself for the speech he was getting ready to make, and forming one.
"Everyone," he started, "you no doubt are laughing at my best friend that had a comment made about her from my other best friend. First off, I would just like to say you all are extremely rude. You are laughing at the only person in the school who no doubt NOT laugh at you if you were in the same position. Shame on you." Everyone looked down in shame at having been told the truth, and they knew it to be true.
"Now, concerning the penis envy, I happen to agree with what was said." This caused everyone to look up in surprise, and Hermione to burst into loud sobs. It jerked at Harry's heart once again, but steeled himself for the rest. "Since I agree with that, I have to agree with the fact that every female in Hogwarts has penis envy also." This caused all the girls to have scandalized faces on; the most scandalized was Professor McGonagall. Harry knew that wasn't good.
"How many girls want a baby?" most of the girl population raised their hands. "And how many of you carry a purse or some kind of hand bag?" Most all the girls raised their hands. "Now, how many of you carry a wand?" Harry asked with a triumphant gleam in his eye as all the girls raised their hand, save the professors who decided not to participate in the survey.
Harry continued his speech. "Those are all symptoms of penis envy," most of the boys looked exceptionally happy at this news, but Harry wasn't going to let them revel in their supposed superiority over the females. "Not so fast gentleman. If you chose to believe that, as I do, I have to believe that you all have an Oedipal Complex." Everyone looked on with surprise, save Hermione who started to giggle. Harry suspected that she read the famous play. "Let me elaborate. You, my fellow males, want to have sex with your mother, and kill your father! I, however, do not have this complex, since I have no parents." now everyone had a shocked face on, except Dumbledore who looked like he wanted to burst open laughing his head off. That was probably the first time Harry didn't feel sad talking about his parents, but this time with acceptance. Dumbledore was shaking trying to keep his laughter down. Harry decided not to give the females more ammunition by delving deeper into the theory and bring up castration anxiety.
"But, that is all theory, which I don't believe in, carry on with your breakfast." Harry finished jumping down from his table, still being stared at by the population of the school. The only noise to be heard was Dumbledore laughing at everyone.
When Harry plopped back into his chair, hoping to catch some sleep in the silent Hall, he was sorely mistaken as Hermione latched herself onto Harry and, surprisingly kissed him right on the lips. This didn't go do well with Harry or Ron. Harry for one had the toughest fight in his life not to kiss her back, and Ron was mad that Harry got a kiss, throwing another wrench into his plans.
Harry decided not to go to sleep, just in case his dreams posed a problem. About five minutes later everyone started to go to class as did Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Hermione was still a little cold to Ron, only giving him one-word answers, but that was an improvement to the totally shunning of him.
They sat in the back, as always was the case pertaining to the class known as Potions. Snape walked in, and still didn't have a smile on that always- sneering face. He even had it talking to the Slytherins, granted it was a lesser degree than if he was addressing the Gryffindors. Harry guessed it was that old rule, 'if you keep your face like that, it'll stay that way!' Harry though, could sense an amused aura about the frigid Potion Master. In fact, he could sense everyone's aura, if he focused on them. Most of the females had an embarrassed aura about them, as did the males. Hermione was one of extreme happiness; he didn't know it was because she finally got a kiss from him right smack on the lips. Ron had a disgruntled aura about, but he also had a little bit of a relieved mixed in. again Harry didn't know it was because of the kiss and the fact Hermione was talking to him again, even though they were one-word answers. After all, he wasn't a mind reader.
During the class, Harry was split once again from Ron and Hermione, and they were forced to work with each other. Harry thought Snape might have a power like his, seeing he always knew where to put the Gryffindors to make them unhappiest. However, the surprising thing was the conversation he had with Snape.
"So, Potter, think your bigger than the teaching staff of this school, undermining them like that?" he asked in the deadliest of whispers. Harry spluttered, trying to come up with an answer to that. "Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the look on McGonagall's face when you said she had that wiener envy or whatever. I wish I had a camera on me to get that picture." He said almost wistfully. "Five points to Gryffindor for the excellent speech."
That conversation surprised Harry, but thought he could work it to his advantage. "Professor, you really want a picture of her face?"
"Oh yes I do. It would be perfect for black-mailing that old bat!" Snape exclaimed in a maniacal whisper, rubbing his hands together like he was getting ready for a feast.
"Sir, I can get you a picture of that if you promise to be fair to all Gryffindors for one year." Harry said, hoping that proposition worked.
"You get me that picture and you have a deal. I'll even treat you and Longbottom fair the rest of your schooling here." Snape said in a commanding whisper. "And Potter, if you fail to get me that picture, I'll make both your lives living hell."
Harry gulped and hoped against hope that Colin Creevey got a picture of that.
The bell sounded and everyone left the murky dungeon. He and Ron made their way to Divination while Hermione made her way to Arithmancy. Ron scowled at this, but not at Harry. Ron knew he didn't know what he was doing. Harry just didn't know how courteous he was, and didn't know what it did to girls. One of the many gifts of Harry Potter Ron guessed.
Divination was uneventful, or as far as Harry could tell since he had a good rest through it and wasn't caught. In his opinion, the perfect class. The duo caught up to Hermione, who didn't scowl at Ron, just merely gave him a look of indifference, which in Ron's opinion was a major improvement. She gave Harry the warmest smile ever and it even made warmer. Harry didn't know if it was his newfound power or the fact, he found Hermione beautiful. Either way, Harry opted for the head down look.
Hermione questioned Harry on this, which before he could respond, Ron did for him.
"Probably so he could sleep more. He slept all the way through Divination." Ron spoke, and Harry could have slugged him one for it too. Even though Hermione didn't think too much of Divination, it was still a class, therefore you needed to pay attention. Ron was hoping for Hermione to scold Harry, hopefully evening them out a bit, which wasn't the case.
"Well I don't blame him. I mean who could honestly stay awake and swallow that garbage. The only people I believe could do that are Lavender and Parvati." Hermione heard two 'hmph's' and watched as two girls marched past them. She, of course knew they were there, no doubt following Harry, more specifically his bum. She thought it was fair though, after all, she had to endure them whispering about her last night.
Harry looked up also when he felt the girls brush past, but didn't get further than their waist as he watched their butts bouncing away from him. 'Argh, get a hold of your self. This is ridiculous,' Harry scolded himself mentally. Just when he was getting ready to bow down again, he saw an other pair of legs that could give Lavender a run for her money. They were, long, shapely and tan. They looked so smooth, Harry just wanted to run his hand up and down them for eternity. He quickly flicked his eyes up to the face of the mysterious goddess legs. Not a bad face, bordering nice, but not cute. Ah, recognition, Eloise Midgen. The girl Ron called a troll last year. 'Well, she certainly isn't this year,' Harry thought with a goofy, mental grin. His face looked impassive from the out side.
He followed her progress down the hall until her back was to him, only to notice that her butt was good enough to eat off. It was ten times better than Lavender's and Parvati's combined. Unknown to Harry, he started to follow her. Ron and Hermione looked at eachother quizzically before asking Harry what he was doing. He face may have been impassive, but not his speaking abilities. He responded with a gurgle. This caused Hermione to giggle and Ron to guffaw. Hermione thought it sounded cute and Ron couldn't believe that his friend was acting like a total idiot. He looked at where his friend was staring, only to find Eloise Midgen's back side. 'Woof woof,' Ron thought, 'what a dog.'
He stored it away for future use, maybe it would help in the war he called: 'Operation Hermione.' He dragged his friend to transfiguration where he seemed to snap out of his little trace.
Harry was thinking that he finally was caught. What a prat he was. He shook it off, and took a seat in the back. Ron and Hermione thought this was weird as they always sat in the middle. They shrugged it off to go set back with him, only to find one seat back there and it was occupied by there friend. Hermione was a little sad at the prospect of not being able to sit with Harry since breakfast. Ron on the other hand was overjoyed. 'Maybe Harry knows I want Hermione, and is giving me a chance. What a guy.' Ron thought happily, as he watched the best friend anyone could have slump over and get ready for the oncoming nap. 'Maybe not.'
The bell rang and professor McGonagall looked over the class, and seemed to get colder as it came on Harry. Apparently, his power whatever it was, was growing, and could sense strong feelings directed projected at him. He felt the iciness upon him, and looked up right into McGonagall's eyes, surprising her at the abruptness of the stare. Almost like, he could feel it. She shook her head and began the day's lesson with the fifth year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. Not a good combo.
"You have basically finished transfiguration. You all still have skills you need to perfect, and you will be doing a review of all four years. The rest of your schooling will consist of Animagi." The class talked about this news for some time until McGonagall cleared her voice, bringing attention back on her.
"This year we will study the different types of Animagi as well as find out your potential Animagi form." 'Uh-oh,' Harry thought everyone will find out about my forms, and then they'll know who Seraph is.
"For the first part of today's lesson will be studying the process of becoming an Animagi. Then we will begin finding out your forms. Open your books to." Harry didn't listen to the rest of it as he knew what the whole process consisted of. So he took a nap.
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Harry was in a field of wild flowers. It was so beautiful with the white, puffy clouds in the deep baby blue sky. Yes, it was definitely picturesque. Harry all of the sudden spots a girl. He can't make out her features clearly, except that her hair is so blond, it is almost white, and she is wearing a yellow sundress. She was also fifty yards away. Abruptly, she breaks into a run towards Harry.
This surprised Harry. As she was now ten yards away, he seen she was the most beautiful creature ever. Even more so than unicorns. Her deep, blue eyes looked like the sky. She had little blue flowers on her dress and was as tall as Harry. She also had bare feet.
She launched herself on to Harry, giggling like mad. Harry was now perplexed, and gradually put his arms around her. She pulled back a little and started to kiss him. 'Freaky,' Harry thought. He had to admit that this dream was better than the Voldemort ones.
As Harry snaked his arms around her, he discovered, through the very thin sundress that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not good. This could get sticky.
Harry quit kissing her, but she continued kissing him. 'Let's figure this out, Harry old boy,' as Harry thought to himself, 'before this we were. in transfiguration! So this must be a dream.' Ha! Figured this out without Hermione. 'Hmm, to get out of this,' Harry thought. He came to a sudden inspiration and started pinching and twisting his skin. It obviously worked since he saw darkness and heard snickers. He opened his eyes to find everyone looking and pointing at him.
'Stupid people,' Harry thought, 'didn't I tell them about being rude.' Harry gave everyone a dirty look, except Hermione who had an amused grin on. He could feel she was only amused because she was in the same predicament only hours before. Harry gave her a grin and asked everyone what happened.
Ron was the one who responded with, "Well, you were mumbling then said, 'Ha! Figured it out without Hermione.' Then, you mumbled some more and started to pinch and twist your skin around."
Harry looked at his arms to see red marks from his attempts to wake up. Harry heard a remark from a Slytherin, "Hey Potter, dreaming about Granger now?" and the rest of the Slytherin's started laughing. Before he could respond, someone beat him to it.
"Don't you listen? He said he did it without Granger, suggesting that she wasn't present you idiot." The class looked on with surprise as Draco Malfoy was the one with the retort.
"Malfoy, I didn't know you jumped on Potter's bandwagon?" sneered a Slytherin.
"What are you talking about? I just thought someone from our house should've corrected that idiotic dolt's remark before a Gryffindor did, and made us all look like idiots. Besides, he deserved it." Malfoy responded with a gleam in his eye, challenging someone to call him on it, which no one did.
McGonagall broke the tension with, "Alright everyone, let's figure out you Animagus form's." which was meant with excited chatter. "Mister Potter, I'll speak to you later."
That didn't make Harry too happy. Harry again decided to not pay attention until he heard Hermione's called. "Granger, front and center." Which Hermione obliged to happily. McGonagall casted the spell, and waited as Hermione was put under as her eyes glazed over. Suddenly she broke out of it.
Her nosed turned into an elephant trunk, her right hand turned into a dog's paw and her leg's became a dolphin's tail. Harry was impressed she stayed vertical like that, while everyone else was impressed for a different reason. McGonagall had ill-disguised pride in her eyes and Harry could feel it coming off her.
Hermione changed back, but had a confused face on. McGonagall ushered back to her desk as McGonagall began to explain what Hermione was.
"Everyone settle down. Miss. Granger is something that is the most rarest transformation of all animagi's. She is known as an Animinimus. In other words, she has no animal transformation, but can change any body part into any animal body part that corresponds with her. With practice, she can probably change her whole body into an animal, then she could change into any animal on earth." The class looked at Hermione in awe, except Harry and Malfoy. Harry decided to take another go at a nap.
Harry woke again, this time with no dream and Malfoy going up in front of the class. McGonagall casted the spell and Malfoy's eyes glazed over. A second later, an unicorn in all it's magnificent splendor was standing in front of the class. The class was in awe, even more so than Hermione's. This was because the cruelest boy in their school was the most purest animal in the world. The unicorn lifted its hoof to take a walk, but Malfoy transformed again. This time it was a pure white turtledove. The class was even more in awe. Two pure creatures belonged to Malfoy. Plus, he was the first multiple animagi in the class.
The dove looked like it was ready to take off, before it changed once again. This time it was a pure white sea lion. Harry knew about sea lions from his muggle school. Usually fun loving, they can turn very dangerous if provoked. The sea lion gave a bark and turned back into Malfoy who ducked his head and headed back to his seat, no doubt embarrassed from the attention.
McGonagall regained her senses and called the two students before Harry. Pansy Parkinson was a three-toed sloth, which most everyone found amusing. Parvati was a fox, which Harry couldn't agree more with. Now the decisive moment, his turn.
As McGonagall called his name and he walked up to the front, it felt as if he was walking to his execution. He could feel the intent stares on his back, expecting the best forms from him, because, after all, he was Harry Potter.
He got in front of McGonagall, and once again, he felt the empty darkness. He felt the strong pull of his lion form, but not Blitz or Blizzard's. He decided to follow Blaze's pull and a second later, felt himself shift forms. Harry grinned, well as much as he could as a Nemean Lion could. Everyone had pretty much the same looks of fear except Hermione who had a bright smile on, and surprisingly Malfoy. Harry let out a roar that shook the room and went back to the empty blackness.
He now felt a new pull. It was kind of like Blizzard's, but different. It wanted to be with beings, but not have the spotlight focused on him. He also felt some mischievousness in the pull. Harry was curious, so decided to follow the pull. A second later, Harry felt himself shrinking. The class looked over their desks to see Harry. What they saw was a slightly smaller version of a coyote. The coyote was pitch black with a blood red lightning bolt mark on its forehead. The class was looking intently at him now, and he turned his head in a questioning manner, which caused the girls to, 'aww' at the cuteness of the little animal and caused Harry to shift back.
The class held ill-disguised disappointment, except Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy. Everyone wanted to a dragon or something like that. Harry took his seat and thought about his transformation. He figured he didn't turn into Blitz or Blizzard because he could turn into them already, or partially. He figured he turned into the new form because he was too exhausted when he originally did the spell.
He heard Ron be called up to McGonagall. He walked up to the front of the class, stumbling a bit. When his eyes glazed over, Harry examined his aura. It seemed he was fighting a battle within himself. Harry figured Ron had more than one animal and was deciding which to choose. All of the sudden, he changed into a chestnut colored Hippogriff. Harry figured that one made sense because once you gained Ron's trust, which was hard; he would stick by you through thick and thin. He pawed the ground and changed again.
This time he was a gigantic bull. His coat was a fiery red and was bigger than Blaze, which was saying something. The bull had a stubborn look in its eye, which was vintage Ron, and the floor was crumbling under the weight of the bull. It gave a snort, and turned back into Ron. He walked back to his seat with his head held high. Harry figured it was him reveling in the fame the class was giving him.
McGonagall could be heard saying, "The prophecy is here. The three in this class are the ones." It appeared Harry was the only one that heard her through the classroom as he stayed put to be lectured on the effects of napping in class.
(AN: Long chapter. Hope you all liked it. It seems FF.Net is messing with me. I get your reviews, but it doesn't record them in the story part, if that makes any sense. Hopefully this chapter cuts back on my remaining chapters. The girl in the dream, you find out about her later, she's not real. Malfoy's animagus forms explain a lot and he will have no romantic relationship with any character. Harry's hormonal problem will be explained later also. Anyways, hope this chapter was long enough. Peace).