(A/N: Hey look! It's less than a week or so since my last update! I'm doing good! Heh, yea, right.
Sakura Saisaka: Bah, flamers are pains in the ass that need deserve a good smack with a broomstick to set them straight. Yea, I don't see why they keep reading the Severitus challenge if they hate it so much. I think we have a person who could give Lockhart a run for his money on how stupid they are.
athenakitty: Whoa, lots o' questions: Okay! I can't give away the answer to the first one without giving away information about the next chapter...Harry turn back to a boy? Err, not quite yet...umm, maybe soon. But I kinda like her as a girl :P. Err, explain what things to Hermione?? And does Harry have Severus wrapped around her fingers? Well, Severus likes to think he's in control, but we all know that females have a way of getting what they want from their daddies.
Remo Con: Ah, err, no. Sirius did die in this since it's set in the 6th year. As for who, just read the chapter!
HecateDeMort: This is getting redundant :P:P
Gryphnwng: Ya want humor? Ya got it in this chapter, that's fer sure. Heh, as for that ....bastard flamer, I don't think he flames the older stories that haven't been updated for awhile...
Makalani Astral: Sorry! I liked Tonks too, but well, too late now.
leggylover03: Whoa! Hang on there! Eeek. Sorry! Umm, this is the problem about computers because you can't tell when people are joking/writing sarcastically or such. Wasn't trying to be mean, just explaining something as I've been told that Snape's been OOC....
M'Lady: Weeeell, I could put Harry is short shorts...It'd make for a good prank, but don't expect to see him doing that on her own!!! Tonks, yea, I've been getting yelled at about that. Sorry! And just for you, more Draco torture!
Dying Angel1: Cliffies are evil, but they are soooo much fun.
Shall I start the story then?)
Harry glared at her father for having said that without mentioning who the visitor was going to be. Flickers of pain shot through her body from the previous night and she grimaced, although she tried to hide it from her father. He frowned automatically at the sudden change in her facial expressions, even if they were back to 'normal' a moment later. Severus was a master at hiding and reading emotions on others and definitely saw something wrong with Harry.
"Hazel, what's wrong? You may be able to fool the others, but you look as if you're in pain."
"I-I'm fine, really, it's nothing."
"You don't look so fine; it seemed as if your body was having spasms."
"Really, I'm fine."
"Bloody Gryffindor stubbornness; Accio Medicament Potion!" He shoved the phial into her hand. "At least use this if you're going to refuse to tell me what's going on."
Harry chanced a glanced at her father and saw a hurt look in his eyes from not telling him, and she felt guilty for keeping this secret.
"Well go on then as I believe your Transfiguration class is starting momentarily. But I will tell you this, those pranks from the Weasley's may come in handy soon." Harry blinked and skirted out of the room with those words.
"Ahh, there you are Potter. Miss Granger told me that Professor Snape held you back before and might not get here on time. Well, get to your seat as I am in the middle of an important lecture on animagi."
She complied quickly, taking a seat next to Hermione right away and waited for the Professor to continue. The beginnings of the lesson were just review for her so she thought it would be amusing to attempt another transformation to see how far she could get this time. Relaxing, she focused on her unicorn body and felt the limbs begin to rearrange. The fur sprouted, hooves formed, the horn grew out completely this time, ears as well, while at the same time, felt her face begin to stretch until it formed a short muzzle, and her tail poked through the robes a few minutes later.
"P-potter?" McGonagall stuttered, looking at the half transformed girl infront of her. Harry grinned the best she could with the small muzzle and glanced around the room. Most of them were gaping in surprise while Hermione mentioned that she didn't remember seeing the muzzle last time, breaking the silence in the room while she was at it.
"You aren't supposed to be doing self transformations unless your are supervised, especially during the summer!"
"I did have supervision," Harry pointed out, looking at Hermione and the other times she'd called in the house elf incase she screwed something up.
"Well, go ahead and change back."
"Err, sorry Professor, sometimes it takes awhile to regain the energy to change back since I read that when you transform into a larger animal, it can be very draining until you become proficient at the change."
McGonagall looked huffy for a moment, hearing lines straight from the book repeated back to her, and sniffed before continuing the lesson, but now the students were more inspired by Harry's performance.
Well, I succeeded in irritating Professor McGonagall already. Having fun with the ickle first years?
Damn girl, how did you manage to get Minerva annoyed so fast? Ahh, the first years on the other hand, are looking at me in utter terror as I strut around the room in my greasy bastard mode, although I seem to have one of those blonde haired boys staring at me oddly.
Ahhahah! A firsty has a crush on you! And a boy no less!
Answer my question.
Aww, you're no fun. At the current moment I'm sitting in the classroom as a half girl, half unicorn, who is rather tired and unable to transform back.
Of course you annoyed Minerva with that. She couldn't manage to get hers down until she was well out of school. Not like myself of course.
Wait, you're an Animagus?
Don't sound so surprised.
Well, what are you?
Oh no, if I tell you that, you'd laugh ...a lot.
That settles it. Sooner or later I will get this out of you.
DAMN!
Harry smirked inwardly as she settled into the chair and listened to McGonagall muttering about the Animagus potion to the class and that she would have to see about getting Snape to brew some of it for her.
Hmm, looks like she's going to be coming around to pester you soon...
She wants the bloody Animagus potion, doesn't she?
Of course, what else?
Letting the pendant go, she tuned out of the conversation and saw her hand like form start to tremble. She stared at it for a moment, not knowing what was happening, or what she could do about it. Sensing that McGonagall was still miffed, she knew that it would be pleasant asking her for help and was infinitely glad that Hermione was sitting next to her.
"Hazel, what's the matter?"
"I-I don't know, all the sudden my arm just started shaking uncontrollably like it did back in the potions room."
"This is odd. Have you damaged your arm seriously before?"
"Umm, I don't think so. Whenever I wake up in the hospital though, most of my injuries are already gone though."
Hermione frowned as she tapped the wooden desk, glancing around the room and saw the top students sitting in Transfiguration staring back. The Slytherin cronies were smirking maliciously. "Hmm, I have a hunch that somehow Malfoy and Co. is doing this as he was in the potions room as well." She muttered darkly.
"Then I won't feel sorry about doing this- Vera Eruere!" She cast silently and watched as the blonde haired boy shrank slowly until he became a pure white ferret once more. Of course her energy reserves were depleted after this spell. McGonagall looked horrified from the squeaking rodent infront of her and attempted to change him back, but it didn't work.
"I placed a spell on him that allows only me to remove the transformation. Handy little thing I picked up while at home."
Harry took her wand and whispered the levitating spell until the ferret was out of reach of everyone and starting bouncing him into the walls. Each time the rodent let out a squeak, her long ears were treated to an ear-shattering screech. Even so, she was finding it highly amusing to do a double take on Faux-Moody's previous actions. Hermione was even getting into it as she transfigured a quill into a small cage and opened it.
"Professor, until we can change him back, perhaps it would be smart to place him in here so he doesn't get hurt."
The Professor grinned to herself; even though she was supposed to be helping to get Malfoy returned, it was rather funny to see the pompous teen reduced to a mere squeaking rodent and dignity unhinged. "Yes, Miss Granger, ten points to Gryffindor for the idea and courtesy to make sure your fellow student is unharmed. I shall be taking him for now."
With that, the class was ended, students shooed from the room, with the exception of Harry. "Damn, my first day and already I've been held back by two professors." She muttered to herself.
"Hazel," McGonagall started, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't have anymore little excursions in my class again. As impressed as I am that you were able to begin the transformation at the Manor, it'd be helpful if you weren't putting the other students to shame."
"Of course, Professor. Would you like me to take the spell off Malfoy?"
"That was you? I didn't think you had that type of transfiguration in you."
"Well, I didn't exactly have much to do over the summer except for read..."
"Ahh, I understand. He never was one to have entertainment around the Manor. But yes, it would be appreciated that have Mister Malfoy back, even though it is rather amusing to see him in his ...'natural' form."
She complied and muttered the reversal spell and Malfoy appeared back in the cage, which was rather small for him. McGonagall looked like she was about ready to have a laughing fit from how red her face was becoming, but made the cage disappear.
"Alright you two, I think it's time for you to scoot along to your next classes." She said, the mirth still alive in her eyes. Harry grinned and turned about to head out of the room, leaving a very disgruntled Malfoy stalking off the other way. She walked for a bit until she came to the necessary room that she was needed in.
"Ahh, there we go class. My assistant decided to finally show up." Lupin gestured at the figuring walking through the door, not paying attention to the form she was in, although the students did.
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall kept me after for a few minutes. Apparently she was none to happy about my current state of things." That finally got a look from Remus and he chuckled.
"So I see, so I see. Well, come on up here Hazel, time for this third year class to get going. Class, this is Assistant Hazel Potter, so treat her nicely or I'm sure she could dig up some interesting hexes. Actually, that could be useful now that I think about it. Dennis Creevy, would you be so kind as to come up here? Now, Hazel, I want you to throw a few of your more lesser level spells, nothing you learned for the Third Task and we're going to see if young Dennis can block it with this shield: Otium Parmae." Lupin stated, showing the young boy the wand movement for the shield.
"Really Remus, that wand movement is simply awful, much to slow and unenthusiastic. Let me help demonstrate." Harry heard a familiar voice call from behind. Immediately she knew why Severus told her to get the Weasley's gift out, although, he'd said the guest was showing up tomorrow and not today. She spun around with her wand at the ready and pointed it at the man, Lockhart, standing in the doorway, looking as pompous as he normally did before blasting his mind.
"Were did you come from?"
"Really, Mister Potter, you must stop doing all these things to get attention."
Harry was bristled to say the least. "I am not doing anything for attention, and frankly, where did you come from?"
"Ahh, Hazel, umm, it seems that St. Mungo decided it was time to release Mr. Lockhart here and as this was the last place he was before his memory was destroyed, they found it fit to chuck him back to Hogwarts," Remus muttered, his eyes looking alive with the fresh meat that just walked into his room. "Perhaps he'd be so willing as to duel with you Hazel and we could give these third years a real demonstration."
"Excellent idea, if I do say so myself. Well, come along then! We haven't got all day."
"Wands at the ready," called Remus, and Harry held hers out, intent on blasting this man for everything he was worth.
"Pectinis Perditum!" Harry shouted, grinning to herself as she watched his groomed self become rather scruffy and quite frankly, a ruin to his self image. The man became quite flustered as he saw what had happened in a nearby mirror. Try as he might, any of the spells he attempted were all foiled by Harry's shields, and the girl decided that physical harm wouldn't do this dunderhead any good, so shot a spell to change his skin color to green and pink with orange hair and purple eyes. He looked so distraught that he ran out of the room from embarrassment.
"Well! That was certainly interesting!" Remus shouted over the cheering students who had already taken a dislike to the shallow numbskull, Lockhart. Harry nodded numbly before staggering over to a chair and collapsing in it. She was still tired from before and doing those spells had drained her once again. The werewolf caught on and left the girl to doze off for the time being until the class was over and woke her up.
"Hazel, how are you? Seemed rather tired after that little one-sided duel."
"Honestly, extremely tired and ready for lunch. I attempted the Animagus change in Transfiguration again and drained myself and since I've been throwing spells, I haven't been able to try and turn back."
"Ahh, I understand. Would you like to stay here for lunch? I could use the company."
She nodded; it would be nice to not be stared at for a change. He called Dobby and asked him to bring a lunch for three, as he knew Severus would be here soon, wondering where his daughter had gone to at the moment. Sure enough, the man dressed in black from head to toe soon stormed into the room. "So that's where you went. Didn't see you at lunch and was wondering if McGonagall had you doing detention with Filch or something."
"No, been staying here to avoid the wrath of a disgraced Lockhart more like it. You should see him, Severus. Hazel did quite a number on that man."
"No need, I saw him running down the stairs at top speed and was wondering what had happened. Should've guessed that my flesh and blood was the one to do the deed."
Nice job, by the way. Aloof idiot had it coming to him.
Had it coming to him after he called me an attention-seeking brat again. I should've done him worse, but in my current state, that was rather impossible.
I was going to mention that you seem to have gotten farther than you had since last time I saw you changed. At this rate, you might get it done in less than six months.
So are you ever going to tell me what your form is?
Err, no.
That's not fair.
Of course it's not. Besides, I'm the parent.
"Are you two going to clue me in as to what's going on?"
"Oops, sorry Remus. This little pendant thingy lets me talk to my dad here mentally so it can give me a spaced out look at times."
He acknowledged it and stuffed his face with another sandwich. A few minutes later and it was time to leave as all three had classes to get to. Severus stalked off to the dungeons with his fourth year class coming soon, Lupin had his seventh years, and Harry was due in Care of Magical Creatures. She ran as fast as she could with the hooves for feet, stumbling a few times from the slippery floor, but made it with thirty seconds to spare.
"Well, what 'ave we here?" Hagrid asked, glancing at the sprawling form of a Harry who'd collapsed into the grass as soon as she'd made it down to the hut.
"Sorry, Hagrid, been really tired all day and had to make it down here from the DADA room." She said, voice cracking every couple of words to let a yawn out.
"Er, Hermione, take young 'Azel back ter the castle, will ya? The creature I 'ave terday might mistake 'er for the real thing."
"Umm, sure, Hagrid," She replied, curious though as to what it was that could be that big of a threat.
Hermione grabbed her friend and helped her up to her feet and they slowly made their way back towards the castle. Inside, everything was quiet as most of the students and professors had a class at the moment. A bit later they had made their way to the common room where Harry fell onto a squishy chair, trying to ignore the throbbing in her arm. Hermione frowned as she saw her friend's face grimace in pain every so often. Suddenly, the spasms grew more intent and Harry screamed from the intensity of the pain.
"This isn't Malfoy doing this, Hermione! Go get my dad!" She whispered, and Hermione tore out of the room just a minute later. Their luck held out though, as no one was in the common room at that time Hermione and Severus came running back to the girl.
"Hon, what's going on? Where does it hurt?"
"Upper arm, inside...didn't want you to worry." She muttered as she saw a look of utter terror grow on the man's face.
(Hehe, haha. I'm completely evil. Can you guess it at all? Buuut, now we have Lockhart to torture for the lighter parts of this tale at least.
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