It is the summer after fifth year and Harry is totally depressed. Will anything (or anyone) show him that Dreams really DO come true? Ron and Hermione later on. The trio and Ginny find out some interesting things about themselves, and they start to find out what some of their abilities actually are. We find out what exactly Ron saw in that crystal orb. (Not a crystal ball)

A/n Harry Potter and co. are not mine, and never will be. They all belong to the wonderfully creative and imaginative mind of J.K. Rowling. Only the group's unusual findings in Grimmauld Place are mine, along with the even stranger plot line.

A/n I have been having some difficulty writing from Harry's point of view, it may seem a bit strange.

Chapter Eight

Of Monsters and other Strange Things

This chapter is mostly how Harry sees it.

Harry had just found himself thinking about Sirius yet again, when he suddenly noticed that Ron had become deathly quiet.

"Ron? Are you ok?"

When Ron did not answer, but suddenly began to scream, Harry really did not now what to make of him.

"Ron has not acted anything like this since he last meet up with a big spider… in second year with the fake professor Moody." Harry mused to himself. "But even then, he had never actually screamed, and defiantly not like this."

"Ron! What is it?"

Ron's answer came in between gulps of air.

"Huge… Spider! Its…" he gulped… "Awful! Make it… go away!"

"A spider? In that thing? Yes? But is that not made out of stone?"

Ron nodded dumbly and then looked up and gulped.

"What is wrong?"

"Look behind you Harry."

I did and saw Tonks, Fred and George, Hermione, Ginny and moony standing in the doorway and openly staring at the scene we made inside it.

"What was that about, little bro?"

George was looking intently at Ron."

"A spider. Huge one. It is inside this crystal ball. Look at it yourself."

"Bloody hell! What is that thing?"

George had gone over to Ron to see the spider, but he had apparently seen something different.

"It is a spider, George."

"No it is not!"

"I see it too, and it is NOT a spider ickle Ronniekins."

"But what is it…? It looks like a cross between a duck and the beaver that is in the pond by the burrow. It is like someone's bad idea of a joke, if you ask me."

"I believe that that sounds like a platypus, if I am correct."

Hermione had spoken up at last.

"A platy-what? What is that?"

"It is a mammal who swims and lays eggs. And no, it that is its natural shape, as it is not some type of joke."

I looked up to see Moony staring intently first at the twins and then at the crystal ball in their hands.

"Ah, I see that you have found several of the marauders tricks. That orb, if I am not mistaken, is an example of an excellent bit of magic of you father's, Harry. That orb shows a person what their anamagus form would be. So, Ron, your would be a spider, I presume?"

Here Ron gulped audibly.

Suddenly I heard a soft snigger, coming from the direction of Tonks. When I turned around, though, the noise was gone, and Tonks had a remarkably strait face on, though the face she had on was anything but strait.

She looked different today, I realized. She had a small nose and many freckles, and long, red hair. She could pass for Ginny's older sister, if there were one.

After a moments pause, Moony spoke up again.

"Harry? Hermione? Ginny? Would you like to see what your forms are?"

Shakily Hermione stepped forward, taking the crystal orb from the twins' grasps. She looked deep into the center of the crystal ball clasped firmly in her hands. Her eyes widened, and she gave a small gasp.

"What is it?" Tonks asked.

"It is a fox! It is so… I mean to say… I love it… my form is so… is so… I mean to say… foxes are smart, are they not?"

Unable to complete a single coherent sentence, which was very unlike herself Hermione simply handed the orb over to Ginny who then spoke up.

So you like your form Hermione? Was it what you expected it to be? I thought that yours would surely by a cat, or a kneezle like Crookshanks is. Oh but no one has been a magical creature since Godric Gryffindor. I wonder what mine is—oh!

"What is it Ginny?"

Ron had spoken up at last; though he was still clearly troubled by the shape his animagus form had taken.

"It is so… I mean… it is a lion! A girl lion!"

"Well if that does that not fit our little Ginnykins to a whisker, then I am not a Weasley."

"That is because she has the temper to match one equally."

"Our Ginny, the lioness."

"All hail, Ginny queen of the cats."

"Leave me alone Fred! And you too George! That was not nice!

"Stop tormenting her you two, ok?"

Something happened deep inside of me during Fred and George's unmerciful teasing of Ginny. I did not know what it could be. The last time anything like that had happened had been last year, at the end of term when I had been talking to Luna. Did that mean that I pitied Ginny? I did not think so but then again, anything was possible. There it was again. It was if something was unlocked within my chest. I felt it give a small jolt within me, and then the queer feeling vanished. I did not notice it again.

"So, Harry." George was grinning at me. "Lets see what your shape is."

"Yes, lets." Agreed Fred. "I wonder what it could be?"

"Maybe his is a crunchy-horned whatsit.

You mean a Crumple-horned sno—?

Yes, of course that is what I meant by that Hermione! Now Harry, hurry up and look. We are all dieing to find out.

I slowly walked over to Ginny, who reached out her hand trying to hand the crystal orb to me. I reached out my hands to take it from her, but unfortunately, my feet had other plans. I tripped and lurched forwards and unconsciously grabbed what I could find to steady myself so I would not fall into her. But I found that I had grabbed hold of her arms, with the crystal orb between us.

"Why am I blushing?" I was thinking franticly. "I never blush!"

but something had happened. For when I had made contact with her arm, a spark of what seemed to be pure magic passed between us. I knew I felt it, and taking the expression on Ginny's face she had felt it as well. I looked from my hands holding her in my tight grasp, to her shaking hands, which were holding the crystal orb, to the startled expressions I was receiving from everyone else in the room, and gulped.

Quickly, I took my hands off her arms, still blushing to my condemnation, and said a very flustered—"Sorry Ginny! I did not mean to do that, I hope I did not hurt you."

When I saw the perplexed expression on her face, I took the ball from her outstretched hands and stared deeply into the center.

What I would see would later become a turning point in the war against Voldemort A turning point that would eventually turn the tide in our favor.

"Fawkes?"