Still don't own anything. Just so you all know, I've lost my copy of the book, so what I use will be based off of the movie.
Warnings: Mild Violence and Language.
Harry walked into the room and met the other three Champions. They were as surprised as he was that he had been chosen. However, no one had a chance to say anything as Dumbledore came in followed closely by the leaders of the other schools, Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Moody, and Mr. Crouch. They immediately headed over to Harry, who looked at them curiously.
"Harry! Did you put your name in that goblet?" demanded Dumbledore as he approached Harry.
"Whoa, back up! You actually think I'd piss Ginny off by putting myself in the tournament?" Harry asked them, causing McGonagall and Dumbledore to smile and Snape to sneer even more. "Besides, no matter how strong I've gotten, I'm not powerful enough to confuse such a powerful object to let four people in instead of three."
"The boy is right," Moody said, his magical eye whirling around, inspecting everything. "No way could a fourth year use such powerful magic, only an extremely powerful wizard could confuse the Goblet of Fire!"
Dumbledore headed over to Mr. Crouch, who appeared to be deep in thought. "Barty, is there anything we can do?"
Mr. Crouch sighed as he turned to Dumbledore. "The Goblet of Fire represents a binding magical contract. I'm afraid that Mr. Potter will have to compete, regardless of whether or not he even entered his own name. Mr. Potter is as of now…the fourth Tri-Wizard Champion!"
"Like hell I am!" Harry said with a scoff. "You really think I want an angry red-head on my case? Leave me out of this."
"Getting too big for your pants, aren't you, Potter," sneered Snape as he walked over to Harry. "You have no choice in this matter."
"Get out of my face, Professor," growled Harry in irritation. "Or are you getting too big for your pants?"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor for your cheek, Potter," Snape said with a smirk.
Harry just turned to Professor McGonagall. "Aren't you going to stick up for me, Professor? After all, I am in your house," Harry was tired of Snape getting away with his blatant hatred of him.
"Severus, you have no right to discipline Harry for that," McGonagall said sharply. "He was merely responding to your rude comment. Besides, you are overreacting."
"I'll get you for this, Potter," muttered Snape as McGonagall gave the fifty points back to Gryffindor.
"You can try, Professor," Harry shot back with a grin.
"I'm afraid that Severus was correct, Harry," Dumbledore said with a regretful look on his face. "You will have to compete, regardless of how you feel about it. I hope you survive Miss Weasley's wrath in order to compete," he said the last part with a smile.
"So do I, Professor. So do I," Harry said as they all left to go to bed.
"How did you do it?" Ron asked later that night, just as they were getting ready for bed.
"What are you on about?" said Harry distractedly. He was replaying what had happened earlier in his head. He had felt something from where the teachers had been sitting, a burst of emotion that he was trying to figure out. It stood out because it wasn't shock or anger; instead it was more…satisfied.
"You putting your name in the goblet, how'd you do it?" Ron clarified.
"I didn't. You think I wanted Ginny upset with me? Besides, I promised her I wouldn't try to enter," Harry told him. Harry spread out his senses, trying to feel what his friend was feeling. He was shocked when he found that Ron was really, really jealous of him and didn't believe him at all. Next to Harry, his tail started twitching in agitation. "I know you don't believe me, but I'm innocent…for once. You know I wouldn't do anything like this."
"Piss off…freak," Ron muttered under his breath, clearly not expecting Harry to hear him, but unfortunately for him, Harry heard him.
"I can't believe you, Ron. After all we've been through, you decide to turn on me now because of your petty jealousy?" Harry asked angrily. "I thought we were friends, but if you can turn on me so easily, then you are no better than Wormtail!"
Ron stiffened at the mention of Wormtail, but he just got into bed and turned so that his back was facing Harry. Harry put on some sweatpants and a sweater before grabbing the Marauder's Map and heading outside. He needed to work off some stress in order to avoid hurting Ron.
"Bloody traitor!" Harry muttered as he ran through the forest. He found a clearing and centered himself before letting his aura spring up around him. He held his hands out in front of him; palms six inched away from each other, and formed a ball of ki. After the incident with Pansy, he had been working on how to duplicate what he did with her without the immense pain. Four days earlier, he had finally did it. He had spent every night since then practicing on using his ki as an attack.
Harry pulled his right hand back, the ki following his hand, and threw the ball of ki as if it were a baseball at a tree fifteen feet away. It was followed by over fifty other balls of ki as Harry let out his frustration by extending the clearing. When Harry stopped and the dust cleared, there was a crater ten feet deep and twenty feet wide. Harry sighed as he slumped to the ground and looked at the sky. He saw that the constellation Orion seemed brighter than usual. As he looked at the sky, he heard something moving in the forest.
Harry did a kip up and turned to face whatever was heading towards him with a ball of ki hovering over his right hand. "Who's there? Show yourself!" he demanded as his aura flared a little.
"Peace be to you, Harry Potter," said a calm voice from the forest. It sounded familiar, as if Harry had heard it before, but he couldn't place it. When the being showed itself, Harry let out a sigh of recognition.
"Firenze, you startled me," Harry said as he reabsorbed his ki and his aura. He walked forward to the middle of the clearing, Firenze doing the same. "What are you doing here?"
"The same I was going to ask of you, Harry Potter," Firenze said cryptically.
"Please, just call me Harry," Harry told him with a small smile. "And I was just out here letting off some steam."
"The stars speak of betrayal and great conflict," Firenze said as he looked at the sky. "The Warrior shows the path of battle being walked."
Harry took a moment to decipher what the centaur had just said before he took a glance at the sky. When he saw the Orion constellation, he understood what had been said. Obviously, Firenze was talking about Orion when he had talked about a warrior, seeing as Orion had been the greatest warrior and hunter in the world, according to Greek myth.
"Yeah, a lot is going on. The future looks bleak," Harry told Firenze before looking at his watch. "Look, I've got to get to bed, I'll see ya around."
Firenze nodded to Harry before looking at the stars again. Harry decided to test his flying ability that Rannock had taught him the day before. He pushed his ki against the ground and felt his body start to hover off the ground. He looked down and let out a joyful shout and rocketed into the sky.
"Mars looks very bright tonight," muttered Firenze as he watched Harry disappear.
"Quite an interesting day you've had, Harry," Rannock said after Harry fell asleep. He had a smirk on his face that promised pain later on.
"You could say that," Harry replied as he started stretching. "You have any ideas why I felt something off at the teacher's table when my name came out of the goblet?"
"I have a few, but I'll keep my ideas to myself until I have something to back them up. That was quite the, uh, tongue lashing you got earlier," Rannock said, causing Harry to blush slightly. Rannock was referring to the snog session that Harry had with Ginny after the whole Goblet of Fire thing. She had been upset at first, and then she was worried, finally she settled on giving him a reason to do his best.
"Shut up," muttered Harry as his clothes shifted to that of a white gi with a blue belt, his current level according to his grandfather.
"Time for you to further your fighting knowledge, young grasshopper," Rannock said sagely.
"In other words, time for some serious pain, right?" said Harry with a wince. Rannock just smiled. "Aw, crap."
"So Ron thinks that you entered your name in the Goblet of Fire and didn't tell him, and now he won't talk to you," said Ginny the next day after hearing about the previous night's 'discussion' between Harry and Ron.
"I got the feeling that he's jealous because of the fame I'll get as a Champion," Harry told her before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Jealous prat," Ginny muttered darkly as she attacked her breakfast. "He should know that you don't want the fame. Just the excitement," she said the last part with a smirk.
"Meh," Harry said as he shrugged his shoulders, causing Ginny to start giggling. "Here come the twins."
"Harry, Ginny, how are you doing this fabulous morning?" asked Fred.
"What do you want?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Harry, I'm insulted that you think we want something," George said with mock innocence.
"Okay, now I know you want something," Ginny said, having grown up with them. They only pulled the innocent act when they were guilty.
"Well, we were wondering if Harry could help with a prank of ours," Fred told them, dropping the act.
"You can help too, if you want," George told Ginny, seeing her start to reach for her wand.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked curiously. Sirius had hinted in one of his letters that he would be proud if Harry followed in his father's footsteps.
"We want you to use your tail to deposit some harmless dust on our dear Potion Master's desk," George told him.
"Harmless, right," Harry said with a scoff. "And why won't the dust affect me?"
"Because you will have taken the antidote," explained Ginny, catching onto the plan. She then glared at her brothers. "Right?"
"Um, of course," Fred said nervously. Ginny could be damn scary at times.
"So what will the dust do?" Harry asked curiously. The twins grinned evilly and told him. The Great Hall was filled with Harry's laughter.
"Potter, come here!" demanded Snape later on that day. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Coming to class?" said Harry as he shook his tail slightly under Snape's desk, a white dust coming off it.
"What in Merlin's name are you wearing?" Snape said, referring to Harry's shirt. It had a picture of Snape's face with text above it that said, 'Raise your hand if you think Snape needs a bath." On the back it was covered with hundreds of black tally marks.
"Oh, this? It's a survey," Harry told him. "The black marks are from people who raised their hands. As you can see, they've filled up the back and are starting to mark the front."
"Take it off now!" hissed Snape in anger. Harry just shrugged and took the shirt off, revealing his bare chest and back, causing the girls in the class to wonder why the room was suddenly hot. "Put it back on!"
"Geez, make up your mind all ready," Harry muttered, using the opportunity to see if anymore dust was on his tail. He smirked as he saw that all the dust was off his tail and on the ground or under Snape's desk.
Snape hurriedly wrote a note and rolled it up before tapping it with his wand, causing it to seal up. "Take this to Professor McGonagall, Potter. And take fifty points from Gryffindor."
Harry grabbed the scroll and walked slowly to the door as he waited for the dust to take affect. His smirk changed to a full-blown smile as he heard a sneeze closely followed by an angry squawk as Snape turned into a chicken. Harry turned around and joined the other students laughing at Snape's fate. Snape glared at Harry before sneezing again, turning into a weasel. Harry quickly left the room as Snape headed towards him and shut the door before heading to the staffroom, where he hoped Professor McGonagall was at. Harry was rewarded with the sound of Snape sliding into the door with a solid thud and an increase of the laughter.
"So, he turned into a chicken first and then into a weasel?" asked Fred excitedly as Harry debriefed them on what happened to Snape.
"Yeah, but I don't know what else he turned into, seeing as I left," Harry told them as they headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he last ate, he was starving.
"Bloody awesome, mate," George told him. "Don't worry, the change is completely random, but for him, we had the first four preset. He turned into a snake and then into a slug."
"A slug! You turned a Professor into a SLUG!" exclaimed Hermione angrily as she stalked towards them. Fred and George took one look at each other before turning around and running away. Harry was about to join them, but Hermione grabbed him by the tail. "Oh, no you don't."
"Gah, not the tail!" Harry said as his strength was sapped away, making him fall to his knees.
"Just were do you think you are going?" Hermione asked smugly.
"Away," Harry told her as he tired to pull away. "Come on, Hermione, let go."
Hermione realized just what she had grabbed and let go as if it was on fire. "Sorry, Harry. I didn't… I mean I only wanted…"
"It's alright," Harry said as he curled his tail around his waist and stood up. "Just don't do that again."
"I'm sorry, Harry, I was just so upset that you took such a risk at pranking Snape that I wasn't thinking," Hermione said softly.
Harry just smiled softly and shook his head. That was so typical of her. "Let's go get some lunch, I'm starving."
Later on that night, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were all gathered around the fire as Harry told them what the scroll Snape had made Harry deliver had said.
"He gave me two weeks of detention with him and I have to turn in any more of those shirts and anything like it.
"I still can't believe you wore that shirt, Harry," Neville said with a laugh. "I don't think I could do something like that."
"Sure you could, Neville. You would just need the proper motivation," Harry told him seriously before smiling again. Ginny laid her head on his shoulder, letting the scent of wildflowers and berries fill him up. He pulled her closer and just watched the fire as he thought about all that had happened to him in the last three months. Harry never noticed when he fell asleep, but he was woken up a little while later by an angry Ron.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Potter?" Ron shouted.
"I was sleeping, but thanks to you, now I'm not," Harry replied sleepily.
"But why are you sleeping with my sister?" demanded Ron, causing Harry to instantly wake up.
Sure enough, Harry was lying on the couch with Ginny on his chest. Ron's shouting was enough to start waking her up. She yawned cutely and stretched, causing Harry to look away as it gave him a decent view down her shirt. He looked up at Ron's angry face and remembered that Ron and him were on the outs and he wasn't in the mood for Ron's temper tantrum.
"So I fell asleep on the couch with my girlfriend, big deal," Harry said softly, trying not to disturb Ginny anymore. "You jealous?"
"Shut up, Potter," Ron yelled and attempted to pull Ginny away from Harry. Big mistake!
Harry's tail shot out and grabbed Ron's wrist, followed by him lashing his foot out and kicking Ron away from them. The force of his kick sent Ron a good ten feet before he crashed painfully to the ground. However, all this woke Ginny up the rest of the way.
"What's going on?" she asked sleepily.
"Your brother didn't like the fact that we were sleeping together on the couch," Harry said mischievously. Ginny's snapped open and she saw that she wasn't in her bed, but that she was lying on her boyfriend's chest in the common room.
"I could get used to this," she said as she snuggled closer to him.
"So could I," Harry told her with a smirk. "You make a great blanket."
"Hey," Ginny said as she hit his arm. She sat up slowly and looked around the room, noticing that the fire had died down to embers and that her brother was crumpled on the floor. "Prat."
"Who, me?" asked Harry as he watched her straighten her hair. He was mesmerized by the way her hair glistened in the pale light and he could still smell her scent, the smell of wildflowers and berries.
"Actually, I was referring to my prat of a brother, but you tend to be one too," she told him with a smile. Harry shifted his legs, dumping her onto the floor. "Hey, see what I mean?"
"Ah, I see, oh wise one," Harry said sarcastically as he stood up and helped her to her feet. Once she was standing, he leaned down and kissed her softly. She pulled away with smile.
"Cheater," she muttered as she leaned in for another kiss. However, they were interrupted by Ron returning to the land of the conscious. "Ah, the idiot awakens."
"Shut up, Ginny," Ron said as he clutched his side where Harry's foot connected.
"Ron, you can say whatever you want to me, but leave Ginny alone and out of this thing you have with me," Harry said seriously as he walked over to Ginny, his tail curling around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Ginny pulled his tail away and she walked up to Ron was a calm expression on her face. Without any warning, she slapped Ron…hard. His hand went up to his face and rubbed the rapidly forming red handprint.
"Ronald Weasley! I don't know what is going through that pea-sized brain of yours," Ginny shouted at him, "but you are being a massive idiot! Do you really think that Harry, of all people, would try and enter his name in the Goblet of Fire? You know how much he hates his fame; do you actually believe that he wants more of it? You are suppose to be his best friend, how could you so easily forget all that you know about him?"
Ginny continued yelling at him for another five minutes straight before she ran out of words. She stood back and crossed her arms and waited for his response. "Well?" she prompted.
"I think his brain shut off half-way through your rant," Harry told her with a smirk.
"Ugh, men," Ginny said in disgust, turning as she heard someone walk down the stairs. That person turned out to be Hermione. "Hermione, what are you doing down here?"
"Well, I was sent down to see if it was safe; actually we drew straws and I chose the wrong one. What in Merlin's name has gotten you all riled up?"
"Your idiotic boyfriend was upset that Harry and I were sleeping together on the couch," Ginny said before her eyes narrowed slightly. "That reminds me, why didn't you wake us up when you headed you to bed?"
Ron let out a strangled noise. "You knew they were down here sleeping together?" he said as he pointed an accusing finger at Hermione.
"Of course, Ronald, they looked so peaceful that Neville and I couldn't bear to wake them up so we just made sure that they were comfortable and went to bed," Hermione said calmly, used to dealing with her thick-headed boyfriend. "I don't see why you're so upset. They were sleeping, nothing more. Then again, if you weren't being so stubborn, then you would have been with us earlier and watched them fall asleep."
Ron was taken aback at her words, but he looked about ready to explode. He was distracted by Neville tumbling down the stairs. He took one look at the standoff in the common room and ran back up the stairs, but was soon running away from several nasty hexes and curses.
"So you got the short end of the stick too?" Harry asked his friend, amusement shinning in his eyes.
"I wish," Neville said with a sigh. "Nope, I was sent down here because I'm one of Ginny's friends and she won't curse me on sight for interrupting her. I tried to resist, but I got thrown out of the room to tell the lot of you to shut up so other people can sleep. Their words, not mine," he said hastily, seeing Ginny reach for wand. Everyone turned to look at Ron, whose face was bright red.
Ron let out a sigh as he sat down in one of the chairs. "Look, Harry, I'm sorry for being a prat about this, but Ginny's right, I should have been by your side all through this thing. I don't know what I was thinking, but that's no excuse. I should have known that you would never want this to happen to you, besides no one wants Ginny upset with them."
Everyone let out a small chuckle, except Ginny of course. She walked over to Ron and gave him a small hug. She whispered something in his ear that made his face go pale and he gulped and nodded nervously. She smiled and walked over to Harry.
"Do I want to know what you said?" he asked her as he raised an eyebrow.
"Nope," she said with a smirk before kissing him and walking up the stairs to her dorm. "Night."
"Women," Harry muttered as he followed Neville back up the stairs. He went to bed, idly wondering what was keeping Ron.
Harry woke up the next morning and followed his morning ritual and headed downstairs to head to breakfast. He saw something on the couch and made a detour to see what it was. He took one look and burst out laughing. There on the couch were Ron and Hermione, sound asleep. His laughter woke them up and they bolted upright, smacking each other on the head in their haste to get up. That only increased Harry's laughter.
"Shut up, Harry," muttered Ron as he threw a pillow at Harry. Harry caught the pillow and threw it back on the couch.
"Sleep well?" Harry asked as his laughter died down. He then burst into more laughter when they glared at him. "I'm going to get some breakfast, so you two might want to get back upstairs so no one knows you slept together." After that he started laughing again as he walked out the portrait hole, leaving Ron and Hermione blushing wildly.
"Hey, Potter," Draco called out as he headed over to Harry. "I have something to tell you…privately."
"Sure thing," Harry said as he gave Ginny a quick kiss and walked into an empty classroom. "What's up?"
"I overheard Professor Moody talking with Hagrid and Hagrid said that they were bringing in what they need for the first task tonight," Draco told him softly.
"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because I saw that Karkaroff was nearby, and you know how cozy Hagrid is with Madam Maxime. I figure that Hogwarts should have an advantage, or at least be on equal ground with the other schools," Draco said before leaving the room. Harry followed him out and headed to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Moody had said that this class would be very important. He entered the room just as Professor Moody was about to start the class.
"Ah, Potter, glad you could join us," Moody said as he waved his wand, clearing a space in the middle of the room. Harry then noticed that no one was sitting down, they were all standing in front of the room. "I will be putting each of you under the Imperious curse and I want you to fight it as best you can. And yes, Ms. Granger, I have Dumbledore's permission to do this."
One by one, the students were put under the Imperious curse and did things that they would never do normally. Finally, it was Harry's turn and Moody gave him a strange look before leveling his wand at him.
"Imperio!" exclaimed Moody and a wave of warmth flooded through Harry and a small voice told him to jump onto a desk.
However, Harry had no intention of doing that, seeing as it was stupid. But his body started to move without him telling it to do so. Harry focused his ki and the warmth went away and he had full control over his body again. He quickly lowered the leg than had been raised to push him off the ground and onto the desk.
"I think not, Professor," Harry said, putting what he had felt to memory, just in case he felt it again. All around him, students were looking at him with open shock, especially the ones that had already been put under the curse.
"Incredible, Potter. You completely threw the curse on your first try," Moody exclaimed as he gave Harry what seemed like a smile, but looked more like a grimace. "Well done."
Harry had to do it a few more times, just to make sure that the first time wasn't a fluke, but each time after the first, Harry threw the curse without it affecting him at all.
"Good job, Potter," Draco said from behind Harry. He would be up in a few more turns. "Looks like I have a record to beat. Thanks for that."
Harry took a look and found Draco to be smirking. "No problem, mate."
"Mr. Malfoy, your turn," Moody called out. Draco sauntered up to Moody who merely called out, "Imperio!"
Draco's face relaxed and he bent down, as if he was about to jump in the air, but as soon as he started his jump, he came to his senses and fell wrong, hitting his shoulder against a desk. Despite the pain in his shoulder, he was smiling when he stood up. Not his usual sneer, but a genuine smile. He had fought the Imperious curse and won. He shot a glance over at Harry, now all he had to do was survive the Killing curse in order to catch up, not to mention grow a tail.
"Good job, Mr. Malfoy," Moody said gruffly. "You managed to throw off the Imperious curse after a little bit. Well done."
Harry was glad to get away from Moody after DADA was over. Rannock had been right about there being something wrong about the man; he could feel it in his soul. However, he couldn't very well go to the Headmaster with just a feeling. He would have to keep his eyes open and pay close attention this year. Harry looked down at his watch and found that he had an hour before he had Transfiguration, so he took a detour and headed into the Library to research something that Rannock had suggested he look into the previous night after training.
"Professor McGonagall?" Harry called out as the rest of the class left. He walked to the front of the room, where McGonagall waited patently for him to make his way through the throng of students.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?" she asked with a small smile.
"How exactly does one become an animagus?"
"Why do you want to know, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall replied, her lips narrowing in suspicion.
"Just curious, I suppose," Harry replied innocently. The look on her face showed that he failed the innocent look.
"A potion is involved that reveals to a person what their form is. After that, it is merely a matter of using one's magic to change your body without the use of a wand, McGonagall told him, not asking further questions for the sake of her sanity. Like father, like son. "Many wizards are not capable of doing such complex magic, which is why an animagus is so rare."
"Thanks, Professor," Harry said as he turned and left, not wanting to push his luck.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall called out as he reached the door. Harry turned to look at her. "I would be grateful if you would inform me of your results."
Harry nodded, his face paling a little bit, before leaving the classroom and heading to the Great Hall for lunch. His mind was lost in thought, but he was suddenly alert when something tripped his fledgling danger sense.
"Accio," shouted a voice from nearby, but Harry was already moving. He dodged out of the way and pulled his wand from his pocket.
"Stupify," he growled and a red light shot from his wand into the dark hallway the summoning spell had come from. It had been the first spell that had come to mind, but it did it's job well. A form crumpled to the ground and Harry walked over to it carefully, keeping an eye out for anybody else. He kicked the wand away and rolled the person onto their back. He was surprised when he found himself looking at the face of a third year Ravenclaw boy. Michael something, Harry vaguely remembered Ginny mentioning him. He had asked her out a couple weeks earlier, but she turned him down, telling him that she was with Harry. Apparently, he had gotten pretty upset and stormed off.
"Enerverate," Harry said with a sigh. Michael blinked as he woke up slowly to find himself looking at the very person he had tried to ambush.
"Ahh, get away from me," he exclaimed as he crawled away. Or at least he tried. Harry grabbed his foot before he could get very far and held him easily in place.
"Now that wasn't a very smart thing for you to do. Are you sure that you belong in Ravenclaw?" Harry asked sarcastically. He sighed when Michael lashed out with a fist that his him solidly on the forehead. "Now that was dumb," Harry said as Michael's fist let out several loud pops as he dislocated his fingers. Michael let out a scream of pain as he clutched his hand to his chest. Harry just shook his head and stood up, helping Michael do the same. "Come on, to the Hospital Wing with you, genius."
"What took you?" Ginny asked when Harry finally got to the Great Hall and sat down next to her.
"Had a small scuffle with a stupid Ravenclaw," Harry muttered as he piled his plate high, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
"Huh?" asked Ron dumbly.
"A guy that asked Ginny out a while back decided to try what Pansy did, but I managed to sense him before he could hit me with the charm and I stunned him," Harry explained as he tore into his food. "After I figured out who he was, I woke him up and he punched me in the forehead. He dislocated three fingers and fractured one in two places."
"That doesn't seem to be a very smart thing to do," commented Hermione, who had almost been placed in Ravenclaw. "Why would he do that?"
"Because he was pulling a Ron," Ginny said with a smirk. "He was jealous that I'm with Harry, and not him." Ron glared at Ginny, who merely grinned innocently at him.
"But why ambush Harry?" Hermione pondered curiously.
"The guy's an idiot, that simple," Harry said dismissively as he grabbed seconds of everything in arms reach, using his wand to summon a few things that weren't.
"Maybe, but I think there's something more to it," Hermione said suspiciously.
"Whatever, Hermione," Harry said with a shrug. He waited until Ron was taking a sip of pumpkin juice before he dropped his bomb. "I'm thinking about becoming an animagus."
Ron let out a choked noise as he spewed his pumpkin juice all over Hermione, who glared at Harry before cleaning herself up with a few spells. Meanwhile, Ron was coughing up a storm as some juice went down the wrong pipe. Harry had a very satisfied look on his face as he got his revenge for Ron's attitude earlier.
"You want to do what?" Ron managed to gasp out.
"I want to become an animagus," Harry told him calmly, as if he was discussing the weather. "My father did it, so I should be able to do it no problem."
"Harry, do you realize just how hard it is to become an animagus?" asked Hermione in shock. "Most wizards can't do it, it's that hard."
"Yeah, well I'm not most wizards," Harry told her smugly. Ginny laughed at the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Neville asked as he walked over to the group.
"I was just telling them about my plans," Harry told him as he finished his food.
"Oh, so you're going through with it?" Neville asked as he grabbed a bread-roll.
"Yup, but I have to get some information first," Harry replied as he stood up. He had a letter to write to Sirius. He was probably the best person to ask about becoming an animagus. He gave Ginny a quick kiss before heading towards the common room to write his letter.
"How'd you know before me?" Ginny asked Neville curiously after Harry left.
"I was in the library and helped him find some books on animagus theory, there aren't that many in the school library," Neville replied with a shrug. He was really starting to open up to those he felt were his friends. "I had been thinking about trying to become an animagus myself, but with a potion needed, I felt I'd never become one."
"Neville, you're just as good with potions as Malfoy, you're just scared of Snape and that affects your performance," Hermione said as she came out of her stupor.
"So, do you think we should help him?" asked Ron curiously, not wanting to get on Hermione's bad side.
"Of course, we're his friends," Ginny said as if it was as plain as day. "I wonder what my form will be."
So, Harry and the gang are planning on becoming animagi, but nothing is ever easy for out hero. Sorry for not posting anything, but between writer's block and my computer breaking, I haven't been able to write anything for a while.
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