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'…' thinking

"…" talking

A/n: Sorry Silence of the Night or Lani about the lack of information on Saran. Saran was a rebel demon/devil when the demon world and the human world fought in war. Saran helped the 'light' side and it was because of that that the 'light' side won. I don't think that Saran has a animagus form because he was too busy fighting with himself to go through the process. I might let Harry get some new clothes but nothing too clingy. I don't think that Harry wants anymore attention than he is already recieving. Thanks for your review by the way! Oh, and when the two souls merge, the original soul still controls his body as the Saran soul is just a naging little voice in his head...I don't think that Harry will like that...But oh, well, on with the story!

Chapter 2

In the morning, Harry yawned and stretched, before something hit him in his chest, knocking out the wind in his lungs. "What in the world?" he moaned before a rough pink tongue began to lick his face. "Hey!" Harry grabbed Snuffles and brought the squirming puppy up to his face, where Snuffles promptly licked his nose. Snuffles had a wide grin on his doggy face and his tongue was hanging out in a pant. His big golden eyes looked at Harry reproachfully, asking to be put down. Harry gave in to the gold eyes and with a sigh put his pet down. He prepared to be jumped on the moment he let go and was not disappointed.

Snuffles and his new owner rolled around before a shout and a "BE QUIET!" stopped them. Harry looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was just 7:30. He groaned and began to change out of his pajamas. When he saw his own arm pick out his outfit for the day, he froze. The arm looked like Harry had worked out for his whole life. His shocked gaze traveled around his body to find that he looked like one of the very muscular movie stars. (A/n: If anyone watched Spiderman 1, they would know what I mean.) Harry, dazed, picked out a very baggy shirt and pants. For once in his life, he was happy that he had a wardrobe full of clothes that were too big for him. They didn't show too much of his new body.

When he came out of his shocked state, he was dressed. He put his wand in his pocket and came out of his room, feeling slightly nervous. Snuffles darted out of his room and ran downstairs, following the scent of bacon. Harry groaned and sprinted after his pet. To his great astonishment, he caught up with Snuffles right at the kitchen entrance. Harry shook his head, his wild mane of black hair becoming more unruly. Snuffles whined and his relatives looked for the source of the whine. Harry gulped, not liking the looks that his Aunt and Uncle were giving him.

"What are you doing with a DOG in the house?" his Aunt screeched. Harry looked surprised. He had expected his Uncle to go flying at him, not his Aunt. "He was a birthday present, Aunt Petunia," defended Harry meekly, not knowing what to do. Because he had always fought against his Uncle, he didn't know how to react to his Aunt's outburst. "A birthday present?" Dudley piped up. "Let me see your 'birthday present'," Aunt Petunia said in a dangerously low voice. Harry knew that his Aunt hated animals. When he handed a still cheerful Snuffles over to his aunt, he expected the worst. What he didn't expect was, "He is such a cute puppy! We'll let you keep him, won't we Veron (A/n: I don't know how to spell his name…) dear?" Dudley's eyes bulged as did Harry's and his uncle's. "K-keep him?" his uncle managed to stutter. "Yes Veron, keep him. Isn't he cute?" Harry's aunt asked her husband, sticking Snuffles in front of his pudgy face. Uncle Veron's face changed from shocked to approving. "Of course dear. He is a cute little thing."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Then a rational part of his brain said, 'Perhaps Hagrid didn't tell you everything about Snuffles. He may be a special, magical animal and Hagrid forgot to mention it in his note.' That was a good explanation as Hagrid was liable to forget such things. By the time Harry had finished thinking, Dudley too had been entranced and Snuffles was back in Harry's arms.

Harry took a seat and piled food onto his plate, feeding his dog before himself. 'First my body, now this. Are there going to be anymore surprises?' Harry asked himself. He hoped that the answer was negative as he couldn't take much more shock.

After breakfast, Harry decided to read the gi-normous (A/n: Gigantic+EnormousGi-normous.) book that Hermione gave to him. He went back upstairs and lifted the heavy book easily. Harry shook his head, must be the new body he acquired. He still couldn't find out what had happened. He flipped the book open to the first page and began to read.

Harry practiced the wand movements and the incantations but never did a spell. It was not that he couldn't, it was because he didn't want to get hauled to the Ministry of Magic again. Right now he was practicing on a wrist movement that was very like a slash but curved at the very last moment. He had always curved too early. He tried again and forgot to curve at all. It was like another person controlling his body made the movement into a slash. His eyes adjusted to the moment of bright white light and saw a red gash floating in the air. He backed away from it slowly, eyeing his window for a sign of a Ministry owl. None came. The gash still hung in the air. It was beckoning him to enter. Harry's feet moved as though they had their own minds. He stepped into the red gash and found that it was a portal. Colors swirled around him and he landed softly in Dudley's locked room.

"Wow," breathed Harry. The lock on the door clicked and Dudley came in, about to go on his computer when he noticed Harry. His fat cousin did a double take and stammered, "What are you doing in my locked room?" Harry replied truthfully, "I don't know," and walked out of Dudley's room.

When he got back to room, he found that he could hear his uncle and aunt talking about Snuffles in the kitchen. The thick book forgotten, Harry crept downstairs and found that his guardians were in the living room and the door was locked. Judging by the sound of their voices, they were in the farthest corner away from the door. Yet when Harry crept upstairs again, he could hear them as if he was standing right next to them.

Harry shook himself mentally. 'I must be going crazy' he thought to himself as he practiced his portal again.