A/N: I'm sorry to say this but it might be a while before I can post the
next chapter. Report cards came out and I am desperately falling behind on
three out of seven classes, and one of them is English (go figure) so I'm
going to be grounded, and unless I can get on during school I'm going to
have to put a hold on all my stories until I can get my grades up. I'm so
sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you all don't hate me. Though I think I
can get straight A's this semester, and if I do that I can get my computer
in my room and update faster. Well, on with the story.
Harry took hold of the dagger as Dumbledore passed it to him. He looked at it, remembering. ~Harry, come on you can do it!~ Draco told him encouraging.
Harry nodded and looked up at Dumbledore. "Are we supposed to cut in some special place?" he asked.
"Well, the place that is most comfortable for you. Or the place that draws you the most." Dumbledore answered.
Harry nodded again and looked down at the dagger again. He hesitated a moment and pulled it across the half-moon scar on his wrist. Immediately blood started to form. Harry handed the dagger to Draco and he too pulled it across his wrist, on top of the smallest scar.
Harry watched him and once he'd finished, together they let the blood pour into the bowl. Harry concentrated hard on his magic; he could feel it bubbling inside of him, a constant waterfall coursing through his veins. He put all his will and power into the blood as it flowed from his wrist.
A moment later he pulled his arm back, and Draco did the same. The cut they'd made glowed gold and disappeared, leaving a small gold scar over the other scars. Harry rubbed his wrist and looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling.
"Now you two have to light this candle with your wand." Dumbledore instructed.
Harry pulled out his wand and looked over to Draco. ~Ready?~ he asked Draco.
~Yeah. One, two, three.~ At three they both said a spell and the candle's wick burst into a flame.
It grew bright and hot, but Harry and Draco grabbed the body of the candle anyway. They held it over the bowl waiting for it to melt enough of the wax. A drop of wax dripped down and landed with a small splash into the blood. It glowed silver and spread across the blood, completely covering it. Slowly the wax-covered-blood grew into two separate balls. Dumbledore reached into his drawer and pulled out two silver chains, he glanced into the bowl and smiled.
"Here." He said handing the chains to Harry and Draco. He conjured a metal ball around the two red balls, leaving a hole in the metal balls so that the ball could be seen. Dumbledore passed Harry and Draco a ball and said. "Put these on the chains." The two teens did as they were told. "Now those are for you to keep, don't loose them, they are now part of you. Wear them always and you will always be able to contact one another." Harry and Draco nodded. "You two are free to go, unless you have any questions." He told them.
"Yeah, when will we start seeing each other's memories?" Draco asked.
"First you two will see them whenever you stare off, or aren't paying attention. Mostly it will happen a lot over the next two days, then they will slowly subside to dreams." Dumbledore explained.
"What about me? I will not stop taking my sleeping potion." Harry told him.
"Yes, the memories will break through even the strongest sleeping potion. So you need not worry." Harry nodded thoughtfully and stood up.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." He told the old man before him. Draco stood too.
"Yes, thank you." He echoed. Dumbledore nodded to them, and Harry and Draco left his office.
~Well, that was interesting.~ Draco said.
~Yeah. It was odd too.~ Harry agreed. They fell silent for a moment as they made their way up to the infirmary.
~I wonder when it will hit, and how bad~ Harry said, as they reached the infirmary.
Draco opened the door and headed to his bed. ~I don't know, but I'm glad we're in here, instead of in class. It would just be weird listening to a teacher one moment and in a memory the next. Here at least we won't get strange looks.~ Draco answered, chuckling.
~Do we have to go back to Mr. Axel?~ Harry asked suddenly, pausing at he foot of his bed.
~Oh yeah~ Draco said, turning around, together they walked down to the defense against dark arts class room. Harry knocked on the door before opening it. Mr. Axel was busy fixing a few objects on the desk, but he gave them a smile.
"How'd it go?" He asked them pleasantly.
"Well, now we're blood brothers." Draco answered, shutting the door behind him.
"Really? Why?" Mr. Axel asked.
"So Draco could keep up with my brilliance." Harry answered with a sly grin.
"That's a load of bull!" Draco objected. "It's so I can gain some of the knowledge Harry has, in order me to be a better fighter." He explained.
"So what's in it for Harry." Mr. Axel asked, grinning.
"Draco's memories." Harry said, making a face. Mr. Axel laughed and motioned them forward.
"This is how we test to see what Animagus form will be best for you." He said holding up a large blue bowl. Harry and Draco moved closer to peer into the bowl, a gold and black swirl liquid reflected their faces back to them.
"Cool!" Draco exclaimed. Harry nodded silently, as he backed away from the bowl.
"All right, who wants to go first?" Mr. Axel asked.
"I will." Draco said happily. Harry nodded again, when Mr. Axel looked over at him.
"All right, now I want you to look into the bowl and say. 'Show me my Animagus form.' And then just watch." Mr. Axel explained.
Draco leaned over the bowl. "Show me my Animagus form." He commanded, peering expectantly into the bowl of liquid. It swirled around, the gold mixing with the black and slowly a creature started to form.
"It's a tiger!" Draco exclaimed.
"Ah so it is. A tiger means strength of mind and body." Mr. Axel explained, Draco grinned and backed away from the bowl. Harry walked up to it, already bored with it. He looked into the thick liquid.
"Show me my Animagus form." He said, bored. The liquid swirled and slowly stopped moving. Harry smiled as the liquid settled back down. Mr. Axel frowned.
"There must be something wrong." He mumbled, obviously confused as to why it didn't show them Harry's Animagus form. The liquid suddenly swirled, making a small whirlpool in the bowl, in the black and gold liquid formed a winged lion, then it suddenly changed to a dragon and back again. It flipped back and forth between the two until Mr. Axel pulled the bowl away.
"Well." He said after a moment, looking at Harry. "That was odd."
"Not really." Harry answered, Mr. Axel raised an eyebrow at him. Harry sighed. Well, he'll find out sooner or later. Harry thought. He focused inside, to his power, he felt the same he always felt as he changed; primal instincts took over his mind, until he was able to control himself. His bones shifted and formed to the new body, and he felt the wings grow out from behind his shoulder blades. He felt each hair spring from his body, and pretty soon he was forced onto all fours.
Harry looked up at Mr. Axel, who watched him, completely surprised. He started to open his mouth, but shut it again. Harry let out a growl and changed into a dragon. Finally he had mastered the reptilian creature, he felt the lion's wings change to longer and more leathery one. While each little hair formed a scale. His face grew longer and Harry felt the fire glands erupt in his throat.
Harry glanced over at Draco, who was gaping uncharacteristically. Harry gave a dragonic snort and changed back into a human.
"See, its not that odd." Harry said, breaking the silence. Mr. Axel and Draco just stared at him.
"But your unregistered." Mr. Axel whispered.
"Yeah, I know. It just never came up." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"They can snap your wand for that." Mr. Axel told him, sternly, going back to his normal self.
"Ok and so what?" Harry said, his rebellish side kicking in.
"So what? No more magic! That's so what!" Mr. Axel exclaimed astonished.
"Yeah so no wand. Does that really matter?" Harry asked, his rebel side showing its true colors. Harry dropped his wand on the floor and waved his hand. Mr. Axel's wand flew out of his hand and Harry easily caught it.
Mr. Axel looked at his wand, now in Harry's hand. "You can do wandless magic?" He asked.
"Yeah, for about a year now." Harry answered.
"Does Dumbledore know?" Mr. Axel asked.
"No I doubt it." Harry replied. "He didn't know about me being an Animagi."
"I've got to go talk this over with him. You two go back to the infirmary." Mr. Axel told them, quite distracted. Mr. Axel left in a hurry, leaving Harry and Draco by themselves.
"That was too cool!" Draco said, walking to the door.
"Thanks, listen I've get some things I've got to pick up in my room. I'll see you in a bit, ok?" Harry said, turning to the stairs that would lead him to the Griffindor tower.
~All right.~ Draco answered, clearly seeing that Harry didn't want to talk. Harry trudged up the stairs, thinking deeply. He wasn't going to tell them about both his Animagus forms, the less known about his powers was better. Harry thought. He stopped at the portrait door and paused.
"Password dear?" The fat lady asked. Harry stared up at her.
"Oh crap." Harry muttered.
"No, that's not it." The fat lady chirped.
"Lion's domain" Someone said behind him. Harry turned.
"Thanks." He told Ron, who just stared at him. Ron pushed ahead of him and entered the common room. "Ron, wait!" Harry called after him. Ron whirled around, a look of annoyance on his face.
"Look, I don't know why your mad at me. So whatever it was, I'm sorry." Harry said, watching his friend for any reaction.
"You don't know? I thought I'd be obvious for you, Harry." Ron spat.
"What the hell is your problem?" Harry shot.
"What's my problem? I'm sorry, I forgot! Only you are allowed to keep secrets from your friends!" Ron hissed.
"Oh that!" Harry said, finally getting a glimmer of what Ron was raving about. "Geez! Had I known you were going to act like this I would have told Dumbledore not to tell you at all. And you have the nerve to be pissed because I didn't tell you." Harry shot back, and he shoved passed Ron.
Harry stomped up to his room, his mind seething in anger. Harry slammed the dorm door behind him, as his music turned on by itself. 'Blood Brothers' by Papa Roach started pumping through the speakers. Harry slammed open his trunk and withdrew a few changes of clothes. He threw them on his bed, and searched under it for his combat boots. As he stood up, he realized someone was standing in the doorway. Harry whirled around, glaring.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry spat.
"Well, this is my room too." Ron snapped, walking over to his bed. Harry pulled a backpack off the table and tore it open, his anger rising. He shoved the clothes in and reached for his boots. He tossed them into the bag and zipped it closed. He picked it up and headed for the door.
"Running away again?" Ron asked, as though he was just asking about something like the weather.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed, turning slightly to keep Ron in his line of vision.
"Well, you seem to run from everything, your relatives, your friends, hell even the whole school." Ron said quietly, but his voice carried over the music. The music snapped off and the CD inside the machine flew out and toward Harry. Harry raised his arm and easily caught the spinning disk. Ron looked at him with wide eyes.
"I guess that's just what I'm doing." Harry said coldly. Harry pulled open the door and stepped outside. He paused to look back at Ron, before slamming the door behind him. Harry had the pleasure of hearing glass breaking as his anger went over the limit. The window in the dorm had busted.
Harry took hold of the dagger as Dumbledore passed it to him. He looked at it, remembering. ~Harry, come on you can do it!~ Draco told him encouraging.
Harry nodded and looked up at Dumbledore. "Are we supposed to cut in some special place?" he asked.
"Well, the place that is most comfortable for you. Or the place that draws you the most." Dumbledore answered.
Harry nodded again and looked down at the dagger again. He hesitated a moment and pulled it across the half-moon scar on his wrist. Immediately blood started to form. Harry handed the dagger to Draco and he too pulled it across his wrist, on top of the smallest scar.
Harry watched him and once he'd finished, together they let the blood pour into the bowl. Harry concentrated hard on his magic; he could feel it bubbling inside of him, a constant waterfall coursing through his veins. He put all his will and power into the blood as it flowed from his wrist.
A moment later he pulled his arm back, and Draco did the same. The cut they'd made glowed gold and disappeared, leaving a small gold scar over the other scars. Harry rubbed his wrist and looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling.
"Now you two have to light this candle with your wand." Dumbledore instructed.
Harry pulled out his wand and looked over to Draco. ~Ready?~ he asked Draco.
~Yeah. One, two, three.~ At three they both said a spell and the candle's wick burst into a flame.
It grew bright and hot, but Harry and Draco grabbed the body of the candle anyway. They held it over the bowl waiting for it to melt enough of the wax. A drop of wax dripped down and landed with a small splash into the blood. It glowed silver and spread across the blood, completely covering it. Slowly the wax-covered-blood grew into two separate balls. Dumbledore reached into his drawer and pulled out two silver chains, he glanced into the bowl and smiled.
"Here." He said handing the chains to Harry and Draco. He conjured a metal ball around the two red balls, leaving a hole in the metal balls so that the ball could be seen. Dumbledore passed Harry and Draco a ball and said. "Put these on the chains." The two teens did as they were told. "Now those are for you to keep, don't loose them, they are now part of you. Wear them always and you will always be able to contact one another." Harry and Draco nodded. "You two are free to go, unless you have any questions." He told them.
"Yeah, when will we start seeing each other's memories?" Draco asked.
"First you two will see them whenever you stare off, or aren't paying attention. Mostly it will happen a lot over the next two days, then they will slowly subside to dreams." Dumbledore explained.
"What about me? I will not stop taking my sleeping potion." Harry told him.
"Yes, the memories will break through even the strongest sleeping potion. So you need not worry." Harry nodded thoughtfully and stood up.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." He told the old man before him. Draco stood too.
"Yes, thank you." He echoed. Dumbledore nodded to them, and Harry and Draco left his office.
~Well, that was interesting.~ Draco said.
~Yeah. It was odd too.~ Harry agreed. They fell silent for a moment as they made their way up to the infirmary.
~I wonder when it will hit, and how bad~ Harry said, as they reached the infirmary.
Draco opened the door and headed to his bed. ~I don't know, but I'm glad we're in here, instead of in class. It would just be weird listening to a teacher one moment and in a memory the next. Here at least we won't get strange looks.~ Draco answered, chuckling.
~Do we have to go back to Mr. Axel?~ Harry asked suddenly, pausing at he foot of his bed.
~Oh yeah~ Draco said, turning around, together they walked down to the defense against dark arts class room. Harry knocked on the door before opening it. Mr. Axel was busy fixing a few objects on the desk, but he gave them a smile.
"How'd it go?" He asked them pleasantly.
"Well, now we're blood brothers." Draco answered, shutting the door behind him.
"Really? Why?" Mr. Axel asked.
"So Draco could keep up with my brilliance." Harry answered with a sly grin.
"That's a load of bull!" Draco objected. "It's so I can gain some of the knowledge Harry has, in order me to be a better fighter." He explained.
"So what's in it for Harry." Mr. Axel asked, grinning.
"Draco's memories." Harry said, making a face. Mr. Axel laughed and motioned them forward.
"This is how we test to see what Animagus form will be best for you." He said holding up a large blue bowl. Harry and Draco moved closer to peer into the bowl, a gold and black swirl liquid reflected their faces back to them.
"Cool!" Draco exclaimed. Harry nodded silently, as he backed away from the bowl.
"All right, who wants to go first?" Mr. Axel asked.
"I will." Draco said happily. Harry nodded again, when Mr. Axel looked over at him.
"All right, now I want you to look into the bowl and say. 'Show me my Animagus form.' And then just watch." Mr. Axel explained.
Draco leaned over the bowl. "Show me my Animagus form." He commanded, peering expectantly into the bowl of liquid. It swirled around, the gold mixing with the black and slowly a creature started to form.
"It's a tiger!" Draco exclaimed.
"Ah so it is. A tiger means strength of mind and body." Mr. Axel explained, Draco grinned and backed away from the bowl. Harry walked up to it, already bored with it. He looked into the thick liquid.
"Show me my Animagus form." He said, bored. The liquid swirled and slowly stopped moving. Harry smiled as the liquid settled back down. Mr. Axel frowned.
"There must be something wrong." He mumbled, obviously confused as to why it didn't show them Harry's Animagus form. The liquid suddenly swirled, making a small whirlpool in the bowl, in the black and gold liquid formed a winged lion, then it suddenly changed to a dragon and back again. It flipped back and forth between the two until Mr. Axel pulled the bowl away.
"Well." He said after a moment, looking at Harry. "That was odd."
"Not really." Harry answered, Mr. Axel raised an eyebrow at him. Harry sighed. Well, he'll find out sooner or later. Harry thought. He focused inside, to his power, he felt the same he always felt as he changed; primal instincts took over his mind, until he was able to control himself. His bones shifted and formed to the new body, and he felt the wings grow out from behind his shoulder blades. He felt each hair spring from his body, and pretty soon he was forced onto all fours.
Harry looked up at Mr. Axel, who watched him, completely surprised. He started to open his mouth, but shut it again. Harry let out a growl and changed into a dragon. Finally he had mastered the reptilian creature, he felt the lion's wings change to longer and more leathery one. While each little hair formed a scale. His face grew longer and Harry felt the fire glands erupt in his throat.
Harry glanced over at Draco, who was gaping uncharacteristically. Harry gave a dragonic snort and changed back into a human.
"See, its not that odd." Harry said, breaking the silence. Mr. Axel and Draco just stared at him.
"But your unregistered." Mr. Axel whispered.
"Yeah, I know. It just never came up." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"They can snap your wand for that." Mr. Axel told him, sternly, going back to his normal self.
"Ok and so what?" Harry said, his rebellish side kicking in.
"So what? No more magic! That's so what!" Mr. Axel exclaimed astonished.
"Yeah so no wand. Does that really matter?" Harry asked, his rebel side showing its true colors. Harry dropped his wand on the floor and waved his hand. Mr. Axel's wand flew out of his hand and Harry easily caught it.
Mr. Axel looked at his wand, now in Harry's hand. "You can do wandless magic?" He asked.
"Yeah, for about a year now." Harry answered.
"Does Dumbledore know?" Mr. Axel asked.
"No I doubt it." Harry replied. "He didn't know about me being an Animagi."
"I've got to go talk this over with him. You two go back to the infirmary." Mr. Axel told them, quite distracted. Mr. Axel left in a hurry, leaving Harry and Draco by themselves.
"That was too cool!" Draco said, walking to the door.
"Thanks, listen I've get some things I've got to pick up in my room. I'll see you in a bit, ok?" Harry said, turning to the stairs that would lead him to the Griffindor tower.
~All right.~ Draco answered, clearly seeing that Harry didn't want to talk. Harry trudged up the stairs, thinking deeply. He wasn't going to tell them about both his Animagus forms, the less known about his powers was better. Harry thought. He stopped at the portrait door and paused.
"Password dear?" The fat lady asked. Harry stared up at her.
"Oh crap." Harry muttered.
"No, that's not it." The fat lady chirped.
"Lion's domain" Someone said behind him. Harry turned.
"Thanks." He told Ron, who just stared at him. Ron pushed ahead of him and entered the common room. "Ron, wait!" Harry called after him. Ron whirled around, a look of annoyance on his face.
"Look, I don't know why your mad at me. So whatever it was, I'm sorry." Harry said, watching his friend for any reaction.
"You don't know? I thought I'd be obvious for you, Harry." Ron spat.
"What the hell is your problem?" Harry shot.
"What's my problem? I'm sorry, I forgot! Only you are allowed to keep secrets from your friends!" Ron hissed.
"Oh that!" Harry said, finally getting a glimmer of what Ron was raving about. "Geez! Had I known you were going to act like this I would have told Dumbledore not to tell you at all. And you have the nerve to be pissed because I didn't tell you." Harry shot back, and he shoved passed Ron.
Harry stomped up to his room, his mind seething in anger. Harry slammed the dorm door behind him, as his music turned on by itself. 'Blood Brothers' by Papa Roach started pumping through the speakers. Harry slammed open his trunk and withdrew a few changes of clothes. He threw them on his bed, and searched under it for his combat boots. As he stood up, he realized someone was standing in the doorway. Harry whirled around, glaring.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry spat.
"Well, this is my room too." Ron snapped, walking over to his bed. Harry pulled a backpack off the table and tore it open, his anger rising. He shoved the clothes in and reached for his boots. He tossed them into the bag and zipped it closed. He picked it up and headed for the door.
"Running away again?" Ron asked, as though he was just asking about something like the weather.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed, turning slightly to keep Ron in his line of vision.
"Well, you seem to run from everything, your relatives, your friends, hell even the whole school." Ron said quietly, but his voice carried over the music. The music snapped off and the CD inside the machine flew out and toward Harry. Harry raised his arm and easily caught the spinning disk. Ron looked at him with wide eyes.
"I guess that's just what I'm doing." Harry said coldly. Harry pulled open the door and stepped outside. He paused to look back at Ron, before slamming the door behind him. Harry had the pleasure of hearing glass breaking as his anger went over the limit. The window in the dorm had busted.