Ok! Here we go chapter five! I'm skipping ahead in time but don't worry I'll explain all that's happened between where I left off and here....Gosh I was reading through parts of the last two chapters and I discovered two mistakes and they were so obvious! I can't believe I didn't pick up on them when I reread it! [sighs] sorry about that guys I really am...

Note: The spells that I made up are not real or anything...I just came up with them for the sake of the duel...cause you know...JK Rowling tends to get her words from the Latin language it seems so yeah...I don't know Latin lol

Disclaimer: Well I don't own HP and co...but I do own...[takes deep breath and says very quickly] Amaya, the Night Phoenix and Unicorn, Conan(human and lion), Sunstar, the spells you've never and will never hear of, and the plot. ;) [sighs and breaths again] yep that's it I believe...

Butane: Thanks for reading!

Ishy: Conan the dead guy...for one Conan 'the dead guy' owned the store...and well Conan the lion is only two weeks old and he doesn't make predictions and prophesies...

-Chapter 5-

The Change

After Harry's overload he had slept consecutively for two days, at one point he had waken to pull off his weapons, shoes, and cloak before passing out on the bed once more, but he had no recollection of it happening. Since then his magic has been expanding with the occasional headaches from the power. He didn't change a lot physically, only he didn't need glasses, and his eyes saw much more then just plain vision, he saw magic, its layers on the earth, the conventional magic, dark magic, and Harry found it all amazing. His other senses were growing in power as well, not really his taste or touch, but his hearing was better then what it had been before, his balance was much better, and he was even developing some what of a sixth sense as his mind started to stretch out to others, he needed to use Occlumency during the day because of it so he wouldn't read minds, only brush up against them. Many of the thoughts he had read while running, when it first happened, were not pleasant and he had no intention of hearing anything like it again. Harry now was some what of an empath, he couldn't block out any more then the thoughts of others, but he was glad to have those gone. There was nothing physical that anyone could see in Harry as evidence of his transformation, only he wasn't the skinny little boy he had once been. He was strong now, with the help of his work outs, but also the magic was building him up.

It was now a week before term started, and all Harry had done since he woke from his two full days of rest were, read, run, practice, and read some more, hang out with his friends, work more, and occasionally sleep. While his magic was increasing he came to not need to sleep so much, he usually went on only a few hours unless he had exerted his magical abilities so that he wore himself out enough to sleep for long hours. Because of his strange sleeping patterns his Aunt and Uncle had taken to not waking him for breakfast, they left him alone, especially now that he could do magic on own.

During the time he had been sleeping he had also received his Hogwarts letters. One informed him of his exam (do they take OWLs their 6th year I can't remember sorry) results which had turned out very well, considering he had actually willed himself to study hard, partly due to the fact he wanted to survive the next time he met Voldemort and if he survived Voldemort he had every intention of getting a good job in life. He was also informed that he had been made Head Boy, something he had not been expecting by any standards. Ron had had the position of Prefect the past two years, but then a person didn't have to stand in the position as a Prefect to become Head Boy. Hermione had been made Head Girl to no ones surprise.

Now at the current time Harry was in his trunk room staring down at a book, his back to a currently boiling potion. Checking the ingredients once more Harry sighed in relief knowing he was done. Turning around again he looked at the potion for a moment then went on a search for a flask or potion bottle. Finding one he filled it quickly, paying no heed to the fact that it was actually the potion bottle from the prophesy, and that a thin film of powder coated the inside of the it.

With a sigh as he looked at the potion for a moment he then looked up at a nearly full grown Conan, "Cheers..." he raised the potion in Conan's direction and then took it all in one swallow (as it wasn't a big bottle). His gagging reflex took effect when the taste of the potion registered with him but he kept it down, wincing as it he forced it all down his esophagus. Then the pain came, not subtle and not quickly it just became an over all presence in his body.

Harry's eyes shut tight as his doubled over starting to regret taking the potion but the thought was quickly gone, swept away in the waves of pain. Glad he didn't have a mirror to watch himself transform Harry took deep gulping breaths as he began to change. The grinding and shifting of his bones was enough to know that his changing was probably quite grotesque, and would be for the first changes. According to the book after his first change and with the knowledge of the creature he would be, it would all become a spell. It was another form of wandless magic, like apparition.

Falling forward to his hands Harry watched as they changed, and felt it at the same time, into large black padded paws. Then the pain was only a small presence as the transformation completed and then it was gone completely as if it never existed. Harry looked around his room in still colored vision. His own green eyes met Conan's bright blue, 'So how do I look?'

Harry watched as Conan stood on his bed and then leapt down, landing right in front of Harry looking at him curiously, 'Like me...'

'Really?' asked Harry only slightly surprised, he was half expecting himself to become either a winged lion, night phoenix, night unicorn, or a Kralle (a large hound that has magical abilities) that Harry had read about. The possibility of a griffin Harry cut from his mind, he didn't want to become one; that was his own choice. The other four fit him better.

Willing himself to change back the pain came again, as it would in the next five transformations. All of which he would do that day until he was to exhausted to do it any more. Tired Harry dropped back on to his bed and used Conan as a pillow.

As he laid there Harry noticed something, he still felt the presence of his transformation, the winged lion. It didn't seem right; the book said he shouldn't even feel anything like it either. He started to worry, what could it mean?

Like always when he started to worry or needed to think Harry went for a run, even though he was physically exhausted. Putting up the walls in his mind before entering the outside world were there was confusion, anger, hatred, love, and threats, Harry left the house at seven.

As he ran Harry thought about the second prophesy for the first time in weeks. He had taken to ignoring it, but he couldn't now. Just something told him things weren't right. As he rounded a corner Harry ran flat out into someone; recovering quickly he twisted and landed lightly on his hands, and then pushed himself up with an unknown agility.

Harry looked down at the person he ran into and stepped back, he gripped his wand tightly, "What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?"

Malfoy looked up at Harry with regret and annoyance, "I could ask you the same thing." He got up. "I have work to do, get out of the way."

Harry raised an eye brow, "What work would you have to do in an all muggle city?" he raised his wand.

"What are you doing Potter?" hissed Malfoy glancing at the people around them and just then noticing he wouldn't be getting away with out a fight.

"They know what I am Malfoy and they trust me..." people were starting to pause and watch the two who stood frozen on the sidewalk, one with his wand in the others face who was scarcely breathing.

"They trust you Potter? Do you really think so?" Malfoy smirked and slipped and unnoticed hand into his own pocket.

"What are you doing here Malfoy? What job?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that Potter...and I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of you if you won't move." He pulled his wand out quickly.

Harry stepped back, "Why can't I have a week free from confronting your ugly face?" he sighed.

Malfoy hissed, "You'll pay for that one Potter." His wand came up, "Conjunctivitis!" (if that's not the incantation inform me please).

Harry immediately put up a shield that deflected the spell back in Draco's direction, who dodged it. By now people were watching from the sidewalks as the duel was taken out into the street; cars started to stop unable to get around and watched. "Expelliarmus!"

Draco's wand went flying, but he went diving after it. "Serpensortia!" a black snake slid out of Draco's wand.

"Honestly Draco...I can talk to snakes..." Harry shook his head and got rid of the snake to reduce the threat to the people watching; he found it useless to talk with it. A stinging sensation in Harry's side made him yelp and looked up at Draco who was smiling pleased with himself.

"That was only to distract you."

Harry formed his shield with out words again. He looked down at a burn mark on his skin that was bleeding; Harry looked up at Draco with a raised eyebrow. "Farnox!" Draco flew back and slammed into a brick wall and stumbled forwards.

"You'll pay for that too Potter." Hiss Draco in pain. "Mordondo!"

Harry tried dodging the spell but was hit in the back, he yelled out in pain and he fell, his reflexes weren't working, all he felt was pain as he landed on the ground.

"You see Potter..." started a smirking Draco as he walked up to Harry his wand trained on him, "This spell I discovered is much like the Cruciatus Curse...Only this one isn't monitored."

Harry looked up at Draco, he tried to grab his fallen wand, "Ah now that wouldn't do Potter," Draco kicked it away. "You know Master is going to be very pleased with me." He smirked as he continued to gloat.

"Master...You call that thing your master?" hissed Harry ludicrously through the pain.

Draco only increased the pain that Harry was experiencing causing him to yell, the people around them flinched. Harry looked up at Draco who shot another bout of pain at him causing him to yell again only this time Draco was thrown away twenty feet.

Breathing heavily with the curse now lifted Harry moved again and started to get up slowly, his body shook with the effort, he wouldn't last much longer. He had used too much magic and had physically exhausted himself already that day. Normally he would have been able to shove off the curse Draco had performed on him, but he was too tired.

Standing several feet away Draco looked at Harry shocked that he was standing. "You know Malfoy, there's a difference between you and me..." Harry raised his wand, "You'll never win." Draco vanished.

Silence followed that as Harry looked around at the people blurry eyed as his last bit of strength began to fade. As he fell gentle hands caught him, "A life for a life..." whispered a women's voice above him as she and another person lowered him to the ground; they were still in the middle of the street. Harry soon recognized the women to be the mother of the young boy he had saved.

Harry tried to push himself up, "I have to get back..." he persisted.

"You are in no condition to go any where."

Harry sat up, with help, glancing at his wrist he realize he wasn't wearing his bracelet, "Step back a moment."

"But-"

Harry held up a hand to stop her, "I'm getting a friend, I'm not sure how you'll react to what he is...He'll take me some where safe don't worry." He gave her a faint smile, "Thank you though."

Quietly she shut her mouth and stepped back pulling a man with her, whom Harry assumed was her husband. He closed his eyes, 'Conan?' Harry called out to the young lion at his home, 'I need your help...'

The only response that Harry got was the sense of alarm in Conan's mind, and soon there were many gasps as the black lion appeared.

Harry looked up at Conan and smiled very slightly as he ruffled the fur on his head, he pulled himself up on to Conan's back, "Take me to Grimmauld place..." he whispered in the lions ear.

Disappearing with Conan was different then apparating himself, it was almost like flying a short distance on a broom, because it wasn't his energy that was being used it was Conan's. It was like a spell transferring him instead of doing it himself.

When they arrived in Grimmauld place Harry let himself slide off of Conan's back and laid on the cool floor, he was shirtless still, while he was running he tended to take his shirt off because he got too hot, he had lost it during the duel.

Seeing that Harry wasn't going to be able to do much but crawl, if he was lucky enough, Conan let out a loud roar that shook the pictures in the hall. Two screams resounded above then and yelling soon followed. Next many footsteps on the stairs announced the fact that they had located where the sound had come from.

"By the gods Harry!" the familiar face of Remus came into Harry's vision.

"Hey..." Harry turned as he started coughing, a cough that made his whole body shudder in effect. "Malfoy...he's with Voldemort."

"He's what?" yelped Hermione coming into view.

"I ran into him while I was running, literally. We had a bit of a duel..." Harry cough again.

"Can you get up Harry?" asked Remus moving to get Harry to sit up.

Harry winced, "Not with out pain..."

"What'd he do Harry?"

His vision began to blur as peoples faces came swimming in and out of view, "Come on Harry stay with us." Urged Remus, "What did Malfoy do? Damn we lost him...He won't be waking for a while..." He picked up Harry's limp form. "Get the floo powder Molly; I'm taking him to Hogwarts." Mrs. Weasley ran ahead of him into the kitchen

"Ohhh he's going to hate that Professor..." said Hermione seriously, knowing Harry's mortal hate for hospitals ever since his first year at Hogwarts.

"Its either there or St. Mungo's." said Remus as he glanced back at Hermione, "And for the last time Hermione I'm not a Professor any more!"

Mrs. Weasley threw the powder into the fire for Remus and soon he was gone. "Come on dears I know I won't be able to keep you here for long anyway."

"Hey wait where is Conan?" Ron looked back just in time to see the lion disappear.

In five minutes Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Amaya, and Mrs. Weasley were through the fire and a note was left on the kitchen table incase others arrived at the house.

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When Harry woke he was still bare-chested and wearing the shorts he had gone running in, with a light blanket resting over his still frame. The only different thing he noticed with out a thought was a bandage that was wrapped around his mid-section, and his whole body hurt and that included a raging headache. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes.

Everything was quiet and dark. In the dark he could see Ron and Hermione slumped into two chairs beside each other holding hands. Ginny wasn't far off curled up in her own chair. At the end of his bed Amaya's head was buried in her arms and Remus was beside her head propped up in both hands staring at the bed, most likely asleep. Mrs. Weasley had taken her own seat beside Harry, but she slept also.

Harry blinked, wait...he was seeing in the dark, he looked around more; it was strange he had to admit. His headache was starting to get worse, laying back down Harry let out a small sigh before shifting to get comfortable.

"Harry?" came Remus' voice softly.

Harry let his breathing relax and acted as if he was asleep.

There was silence and then the weight on the end of his bed increased again as Remus made himself comfortable again to sleep. Harry drifted away in to a dreamless, energy restoring sleep.

The next time Harry woke a day had pasted and the sun was shining into the Hospital Wing from the west, a distant rumble told Harry though that a storm was coming. Opening his eyes Harry looked around and pulled himself into a sitting position, there was silence. The bandage that had been around his stomach were gone, as were all the other scratches and abrasions he had obtained in his fight. Something wasn't right, leaping out of his bed cat like he landed softly on the pads of his feet.

Walking silently Harry pulled the curtains back sharply and yelled out in alarm, then he woke for real.

Sitting up in his bed sharply he took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He looked around quietly, like in his dream everything was quiet but dark; the bandage was still around his stomach and all his abrasions from the duel were present but not as noticeable and in the process of healing. Getting up quietly Harry looked around the hospital wing, the curtain wasn't drawn like he had been in his dream.

Padding softly towards the door he looked back into the hospital wing once more before leaving. Quietly he started to make his way down the hall, he stopped in his tracks at the sound of foot steps, looking around Harry leapt up and grabbed a banner support, swung from that and landed lightly on the top of a ledge in the shadows. He looked around amazed with himself, how he had done it he wasn't sure.

Looking down as the foot steps began to pass he watched as Snape walked past below him and towards the hospital wing, shortly after he entered he came running out going back in the same direction in which he had been coming from.

It didn't occur to Harry that it was because he wasn't in his bed any longer. Dropping from the ledge that had been over twenty feet up he landed lightly on his feet, the force brought him to his hands but he was well balanced. Standing straight his knee cracked loudly; "Ow..." he rubbed it and resumed walking in the direction Snape had gone in.

His bare feet helped him stay quiet as he moved. Voices made Harry looked around again; there was a loud sound of many foot steps coming his way. Running at a wall Harry leapt at it kicked and went sailing across the hall towards a ledge. Pulling himself up he ran across the ledge in silence and jumped up when he reached one of the high window sills. Up there Harry was virtually invisible to anyone looking in his direction. Looking down Harry watched as several students walked past in the wake of there House Prefects. They were Hufflepuffs from the looks of it.

Harry cursed, he'd been sleeping for a week! It was the first night, and the feast had obviously just ended. Harry looked up again as foot steps approached, this time it was Dumbledore, flanked by Snape, Hermione, Ron, and Professor McGonagall. Once they had pasted Harry dropped down and landed lightly like before, he stood straight and gave a slight cough making the five jump in unison and turn rather quickly.

"Harry! Where'd you come from?" asked Hermione wide eyed.

Harry shrugged it off, "Have I been asleep for the past week?"

Ron nodded, "Yeah mate you've had all of us worried, it was like you were in a coma or something."

Dumbledore gave a small cough, "Harry come you need to get back to the hospital wing."

Harry took a step back, "I'm fine though. I feel much better, really."

Snape raised an eyebrow behind them all, "Potter can we at least check to see if your healed properly before we let you go off to your common room?"

Harry looked up at Snape, he glanced at Dumbledore who gave him a small nod. "Ok...I'm not staying another night though." He warned.

They nodded in silence, quietly Harry came forward and Dumbledore's arm swept behind him as he motioned them all forward. He stayed in the back watching Harry walk with ease in front of him, he noticed the change in Harry.

Once in the Hospital Wing Harry was checked over multiple times by Madam Pomfery before she admitted him to go, changing quickly in to his school robes behind a curtain he picked up his Head Boy badge that had been brought with his clothes and dropped it into his pocket for the time being.

Pulling the curtain aside he met his friends faces, as well as Dumbledore's, the other professors had left before.

"All set?" asked Hermione.

Harry nodded quietly, "You guys go on I'll catch up I need to talk with Professor Dumbledore for a moment.

The two hesitantly nodded before turning and leaving quietly.

Once they were alone Harry looked up at the Professor, "Have I been asleep for the past week because I used to much magic?"

Dumbledore gave a small smile to Harry as he shook his head, "I don't know what you did that day but you had exhausted your body, mind, and magic thoroughly. When a wizard does that they tend to have to sleep long hours to gain that energy back and build up their magic again. In your case you push your body to the limit, if you had gone further you may not have survived, I suppose that is why the potions we gave you didn't heal you because they are used to enhance the magic in your body to heal you. Not all potions and spells heal a person on their own." He fell silent. "Is there anything in particular you want to tell me."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore from his thoughts, "Not currently." Said Harry with a confused furrowed brow.

Dumbledore nodded quietly, "I'd catch up to my friends if I we're you, Hermione has to show you were your room is."

Harry nodded, he had forgotten about having a separate room now that he was Head Boy. Leaving quietly Harry trotted to catch up with his friends, "Oy! Ron! Hermione!" he yelled has he caught sight of their walking forms down the hall. Both turned.

"Hey..." he slowed to a stop as he reached them.

"How are you feeling?" asked Hermione right away.

"Fine...much better then the first time I woke..."

"You woke up once?" asked Ron with a raised eyebrow.

"Just once, you all were asleep..."

"Oh..." they answered simultaneously, something that was becoming a habit of theirs.

"What really happened Harry?" asked Hermione as they began to walk again.

Harry paused a moment to gather his thoughts, "I ran into Malfoy like I said, while I was running, I mean I seriously ran into him..." he began to tell them about what happened during the duel.

After silence had taken them Ron looked up at Harry, "Do you really thing he's with You-know-who?"

"Would not surprise me...Especially with his father out of Azkaban now." Murmured Hermione on Ron's other side.

They fell into another lapse of silence.

"We'll see you Ron." Said Hermione as they approached the Gryffindor portrait.

"What's the password 'Mione?" he called after them as they started to continue up the stairs to the left of the fat lady portrait.

"Sherbet Lemon." Said Hermione turning half way as she walked up the steps.

"Thanks!" Ron called before disappearing into the common room.

Harry walked quietly with Hermione up a flight of stairs. "I can't believe I was made Head Boy."

"Doesn't surprise me...Ron wouldn't have lasted." She smirked.

"No he wouldn't have..." said Harry with a small smile, he remembered that Dumbledore had said he would have been made a Prefect his 5th year but he had had second thoughts with everything Harry had on his shoulders.

"Here we are." Said Hermione with a sigh as the approached two spears crossed and a sword crossing their center at the top of the stairs. "I suppose Dumbledore put us near the Gryffindor tower because we're both from Gryffindor house. The passwords Parry."

"Parry? As into parry in a sword fight?" asked Harry as he watched the sword move and then the spears follow shortly to make a large triangular entrance. When the walked in they discovered a Gryffindor colored common room for the both of them. It looked quite similar to the one in the Gryffindor common room but it was different in its own ways. Off to the sides were two separate hall ways. The far hall led to Hermione's room and the closest lead to Harry's.

"Night 'Mione." He gave her a small wave before retreating down the short hall leading to the door that he opened quietly to reveal a large circular room with a queen size bed to his right and a portrait sized window straight a head. To his left was another door that he presumed to lead to his private bathroom. Walking the rest of the way into the room Harry found his trunk resting at the end of his bed as usual. He spotted Conan curled up on a big plush bed between the window and his bed. Conan looked up as the door shut behind Harry and yawned loudly.

'You're awake...You sleep longer then me you know?' He stood and stretched before padding over to Harry's side to get a scratch on the head. 'You're lucky your friend Hermione was kind enough to keep me company.'

Harry laughed, 'Sorry if I had a choice I would have gotten up earlier.' He sighed, 'I'm not even remotely tired now...'

'You should still get some rest...' commented Conan looking at Harry who had just stopped rubbing the lions head.

Harry gave him a small nodded, 'After I shower though...Do I feel gross.' He shook his head as he headed to the bathroom to shower.

He was out thirsty minute's later feeling much more refreshed and tired again, hot water does that to you. Giving a short good night to Hedwig, Conan, and Alix, Harry fell in to a real sleep where he got rest rather then restored his energy.

A/N: Well that's it! For now lol...I'll try getting up another chapter by Sunday, and then you won't see me for a week because I'll be at Band Camp...yeah yeah go one with your jokes shakes head... and I get to sleep at the school for a few nights! Oh joy sighs I'll try to write some though...

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Its not as much as I usually write but I didn't want to bring on the first day of classes because it would have been all the longer so yeah...Any mistakes I missed....Sorry!

Up Next: The first day...old enemies and fierce words. The Second Prophesy rolls on and Harry begins to understand it and unearths some of what's to come with it...