Chapter 15
Neville the Tiger
That evening, Neville, with some trepidation and lots of excitement, made his way downstairs to his very first Animagi class.
"Hello, Neville," Harry said in greeting. Ron and Hermione made their hellos as well, and then they started their lesson, which was much the same as McGonnagal had taught them. They began by giving Neville the very same concentration exercises they themselves had once took.
After he had performed them all four separate times, they called a halt.
"All right, Neville," Hermione announcd, taking up a very large book in her hands and carrying it over to thump it down before Neville, who stared up at her in shock. Harry and Ron could see just which book it was she had, and gaped at Hermione in equal surprise. "What? I went and bought my own copy," Hermione said, just a bit defensively. "I found the subject rather fascinating, really." Ignoring both Ron and Harry's quiet snickering, she held her head high, and looked over at Neville. "I have read through this book, and found this particular passage, and I quote," she then smiled and read, "The Siberian tiger - this tiger is very loyal to its friends, as well as extremely dependable in a pinch."
Neville smiled, liking what he was hearing, which was a far cry from how he was viewed in his human form.
"And...that being said, Neville, I belive that your Animagi form will be that of a Siberian tiger," Hermione concluded, softly closing her book.
"Really? Do you think so?" Neville asked, pleased but surprised. "I mean, I'm pleased and all that...seeing as how tigers are my favorite animal..."
"That's super, then. Now, Neville...here's what you need to do," Harry began. "Research as much about the Siberian tiger as you are able to, and then concentrate, focus really, on that animal. Once you've done all that, come and tell us if you've had any different feelings. Anything, really at all."
"Right, Harry," Nevilled said with determination.
Harry smiled. "Now, should you manage to turn yourself into a tiger one day, you then need to think of your true human form. Okay? It's really really important, Neville."
"Okay, sure. But, I don't see it happening right away, mind you," Neville answered, and with that, they all headed off to bed.
The weekend came quickly and as such, the Weasley twins arrived to take their first Animagi lesson from Professor McGonnagal. After completing that first lesson, they made their way up to the Gryffindor common room.
"Honestly! It's all she had us do, mates. She taught us how to bloody concentrate. What a waste of time," George retorted. "If you ask me, I think she just wanted revenge for all we two have done in the seven years we were here."
"Too right, George!" Fred agreed. "After all that concentratin'...why, she went around blowing George and me into the air, turned herself into that bloody cat form of hers, and commenced to playing with the both of us, she did."
"When she was sure we'd finally done our 'concentrating' right, she told us both 'well done' and that she'd see us next weekend. You'd of sworn she was up to something, the way she breezed out of the classroom. Something just isn't right about her..." George finally said, shaking his head.
George Weasley might very well of been on to something. That next week, the whole teaching staff acted most peculiar indeed. Professors McGonnagal and Sprout, as well as Madams Hooch and Pomfrey, were seen often walking together in a group, talking and giggling as if they were first years. And, then there was Proffesor Bat...who never seemed to give any homework as long as everyone in class paid attention to her lessons. Strangest of all, there was Professor Snape, who had started awarding points to nearly everyone in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even Gryffindor, while taking points away from his own house, the Slytherins.
The day the Polyjuice Potion were due to be handed in, Snape instructed them all. "Finished?" he said. "Very well then. Now, take a draught of your potion, pour it into a goblet, and add one strand of your partner's hair to the concoction. Stir, and then drink it down. Then, mind you, we shall see if you have done your job correctly."
Harry and Ron did as they had been instructed. Harry looked over at Ron and saw that his normal fiery red hair had become black. "Crikey! I can't see a bloody thing," Ron complained.
"Sorry, mate. Here," Harry instructed, handing his spectacles over to Ron, who carefully donned them. "While I'm you, Ron, I don´t need them."
"Oh my! Harry! Ron!" The two of them turned to see Neville, who was acting quite strangely.
"Bloody hell," Ron gasped. "Hermione? I-I-Is that really you?"
"Well, yes...I suppose it is at that," said Hermione's voice from Neville's mouth. "I feel quite odd all of the sudden..."
Neville looked down at himself, well...not really as he now looked like Hermione. "Whoa! You feel weird...I'm a girl!" Neville's voice from Hermione's lips declared in surprise. Then a smile came to Hermione's lips. "I can´t really believe I did it right."
Snape allowed the pandemonium to continue a bit longer, then called out in a loud voice, "Attention! Take your seats...immediately! Now,the potion wears off after an hour's time, so you will all wait for it to run its course. While you are doing so, you will write down the instructions for the next lesson, which I've conveniently written upon this very black board."
When everyone had reverted back to their own selves once more at the lesson's end, Harry heard Snape muttering to himself as he passed his desk. "Well, if she isn´t impressed by now, I´ll just have to give upp and get on with my life..."
Neville the Tiger
That evening, Neville, with some trepidation and lots of excitement, made his way downstairs to his very first Animagi class.
"Hello, Neville," Harry said in greeting. Ron and Hermione made their hellos as well, and then they started their lesson, which was much the same as McGonnagal had taught them. They began by giving Neville the very same concentration exercises they themselves had once took.
After he had performed them all four separate times, they called a halt.
"All right, Neville," Hermione announcd, taking up a very large book in her hands and carrying it over to thump it down before Neville, who stared up at her in shock. Harry and Ron could see just which book it was she had, and gaped at Hermione in equal surprise. "What? I went and bought my own copy," Hermione said, just a bit defensively. "I found the subject rather fascinating, really." Ignoring both Ron and Harry's quiet snickering, she held her head high, and looked over at Neville. "I have read through this book, and found this particular passage, and I quote," she then smiled and read, "The Siberian tiger - this tiger is very loyal to its friends, as well as extremely dependable in a pinch."
Neville smiled, liking what he was hearing, which was a far cry from how he was viewed in his human form.
"And...that being said, Neville, I belive that your Animagi form will be that of a Siberian tiger," Hermione concluded, softly closing her book.
"Really? Do you think so?" Neville asked, pleased but surprised. "I mean, I'm pleased and all that...seeing as how tigers are my favorite animal..."
"That's super, then. Now, Neville...here's what you need to do," Harry began. "Research as much about the Siberian tiger as you are able to, and then concentrate, focus really, on that animal. Once you've done all that, come and tell us if you've had any different feelings. Anything, really at all."
"Right, Harry," Nevilled said with determination.
Harry smiled. "Now, should you manage to turn yourself into a tiger one day, you then need to think of your true human form. Okay? It's really really important, Neville."
"Okay, sure. But, I don't see it happening right away, mind you," Neville answered, and with that, they all headed off to bed.
The weekend came quickly and as such, the Weasley twins arrived to take their first Animagi lesson from Professor McGonnagal. After completing that first lesson, they made their way up to the Gryffindor common room.
"Honestly! It's all she had us do, mates. She taught us how to bloody concentrate. What a waste of time," George retorted. "If you ask me, I think she just wanted revenge for all we two have done in the seven years we were here."
"Too right, George!" Fred agreed. "After all that concentratin'...why, she went around blowing George and me into the air, turned herself into that bloody cat form of hers, and commenced to playing with the both of us, she did."
"When she was sure we'd finally done our 'concentrating' right, she told us both 'well done' and that she'd see us next weekend. You'd of sworn she was up to something, the way she breezed out of the classroom. Something just isn't right about her..." George finally said, shaking his head.
George Weasley might very well of been on to something. That next week, the whole teaching staff acted most peculiar indeed. Professors McGonnagal and Sprout, as well as Madams Hooch and Pomfrey, were seen often walking together in a group, talking and giggling as if they were first years. And, then there was Proffesor Bat...who never seemed to give any homework as long as everyone in class paid attention to her lessons. Strangest of all, there was Professor Snape, who had started awarding points to nearly everyone in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even Gryffindor, while taking points away from his own house, the Slytherins.
The day the Polyjuice Potion were due to be handed in, Snape instructed them all. "Finished?" he said. "Very well then. Now, take a draught of your potion, pour it into a goblet, and add one strand of your partner's hair to the concoction. Stir, and then drink it down. Then, mind you, we shall see if you have done your job correctly."
Harry and Ron did as they had been instructed. Harry looked over at Ron and saw that his normal fiery red hair had become black. "Crikey! I can't see a bloody thing," Ron complained.
"Sorry, mate. Here," Harry instructed, handing his spectacles over to Ron, who carefully donned them. "While I'm you, Ron, I don´t need them."
"Oh my! Harry! Ron!" The two of them turned to see Neville, who was acting quite strangely.
"Bloody hell," Ron gasped. "Hermione? I-I-Is that really you?"
"Well, yes...I suppose it is at that," said Hermione's voice from Neville's mouth. "I feel quite odd all of the sudden..."
Neville looked down at himself, well...not really as he now looked like Hermione. "Whoa! You feel weird...I'm a girl!" Neville's voice from Hermione's lips declared in surprise. Then a smile came to Hermione's lips. "I can´t really believe I did it right."
Snape allowed the pandemonium to continue a bit longer, then called out in a loud voice, "Attention! Take your seats...immediately! Now,the potion wears off after an hour's time, so you will all wait for it to run its course. While you are doing so, you will write down the instructions for the next lesson, which I've conveniently written upon this very black board."
When everyone had reverted back to their own selves once more at the lesson's end, Harry heard Snape muttering to himself as he passed his desk. "Well, if she isn´t impressed by now, I´ll just have to give upp and get on with my life..."