Harry sat on his flimsy cot, absentmindedly palming a pocket-sized mirror. As he ran his index finger along the engraved runes along the borders, Harry debated whether he should contact his godfather or not. After all, it wasn't like he was going to need any training from Sirius, was it? Nope. That was preposterous to think that he would be at risk within the impenetrable and one hundred percent safe school. After all, it wasn't like Voldemort had attacked the school while he was there - oh wait, he had, in two separate years.

"Ughhhhh." Harry groaned, throwing his face into a pillow. It seemed that he was going to argue with himself forever about it. "You know what, forget this, I'm going to call Sirius." He muttered. "Siriuuusss." He called, looking into the mirror.

The mirror fogged up for several moments, then cleared up, showing Sirius' face. "Hey, pup!" Sirius called out. "How's my favorite dogson doing?"

Harry grinned. "I'm your only godson, you bloody mutt."

"Nu uh, if Moony has kids, I'm going to have to be their dogfather too." Sirius countered.

"Nope, if he ever has kids, I'd be their godfather. I'm more experienced and smarter, and I'm not a mutt."

"Yeah, but they need a mutt to run with them in the forests, don't they?"

They both descended into chuckles.

"So... Why'd you call me, pup?" Sirius asked after they calmed down.

"Uhh, yeah." Harry said, running a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. "I was kinda wondering if you could train me."

"Of course!" Sirius said, beaming. Then, he frowned, "Though, what convinced you that you need training?"

Harry muttered to himself.

"What was that, pup? I can't hear you."

"To make sure that next time I nearly get killed, I'm a little prepared."

"Next time?" Sirius asked, leaning forward. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Well, I figured that since I nearly got killed so many times in the past years, it would stand to straight logic that-"

"Put a brake on that for a second, pup. 'Nearly got killed so many times?' Who's been trying to kill my favorite dogson?"

"Well, you were there last year for the Dementors, for one."

"Oh yeah, Fudge really needs some Spell-O-Tape on his mind, keeping Dementors around even after they tried to kill you. I don't know what was so special about you that they ran after you twice."

Harry coughed. "It was thrice, Padfoot."

"What!? When was this? How come no one told me!?"

"Well, it was on the Express. This Dementor came into our cabin out of nowhere, and I fainted as Professor Lupin used his Patronus."

"Where in the train was your cabin, pup?"

"Well, it was in one of the cabins near the middle, but kind of towards the back too."

"And where was Lupin before the Dementor partially kissed you?" Sirius said, his tone almost dropping into a growl towards the end.

"Uhh, he was sleeping in our cabin."

"Then, pray tell, why did he wait so long before attacking?"

"Well, he was asleep, so I suppose that he didn't know until Ron's and Hermione's screams woke him up, then when he realized what was going on, he called out the Patronus."

Sirius sighed. "Harry, what were you feeling before the Dementor came in?"

Harry shuddered, recalling the memory. "Well, it was really cold."

"Exactly." Sirius said. "And as much as I hate to ask you this, how long was it in between the dementor coming close to you and Lupin saving you?"

"It was like a minute." Harry said quietly.

"Merlin's Staff!" Sirius exclaimed angrily. "Lupin is very lucky that I don't want to go back to Azkaban; otherwise, I'd be using the Cruciatus on him. Okay, anyways, ignoring werewolves that don't understand the meaning of protecting their pack for some reason. Let's look at this logically. Harry, if you were asleep beforehand, do you think you could sleep through those abominations' cold as they approached?"

Suddenly, Harry understood. "He let me see the death of my parents on purpose, didn't he?"

"Yes, pup, and I'm sorry for that. So, someone's inside the school was trying to kill you by having the dementors suck your soul, and Lupin was their accomplice."

Harry nodded gravely. "Makes sense. After all, how else did the dementors come during the Quidditch game? Also, Professor Lupin isn't... dominant enough to be an Alpha, so his nature probably stands down to someone."

Sirius looked at him, surprised.

"What?" Harry said defensively. "Just because I'm a Gryffindor doesn't mean I can't use my bloody intellect for once. The Hat wanted to send me to Slytherin for a reason, y'know."

"You did it, too!" Sirius exclaimed. When Harry looked at him questioningly, he explained. "I tricked the Hat into sending me to Gryffindor, and so did your dad. But that's neither here nor there. Why don't you give a rough overview of who has been trying to kill you over the years, and we might have an M.O. or even know who it is."

Harry nodded. "Ok, so first year's first attempt was the troll. Actually, no, the first attempt would be the broom. There's a kid in our class, Neville Longbottom, who's very shy and somewhat insecure of himself. I know that while he might make a mistake on a broom, he would never drive headfirst into the fortress wall, a hundred or so feet above ground level. The fact that he was right behind me in formation may help in our investigation.

"Now, first year, second attempt happened during my yearly date of death defying feats, or I come across some otherwise unpleasant news. First year, though, we were having our usual feast, which I was and still am forced to attend, although I would rather not, when Quirrel comes running in and screams about a troll in the dungeons. I remember that earlier, Hermione - who I never really talked to before, though, was in the second-floor girl's bathroom crying because of something insensitive Ron said. I pull Ron with me, and we find Hermione cowering in the bathroom, with the troll crashing everything in its sight. I kill the troll with Ron's help (Hermione's absolutely petrified), earn some points for Gryffindor, and end of story.

"The third attempt of the year is during the Quidditch game. Very basic, Quirrel tried to throw me off my broom, Snape applies the countercurse as I am fighting to stay on, Hermione figures its Snape being the one cursing my broom, and sets his robes on fire, causing him to tumble into Quirrel, who loses his attention on the curse.

"Last attempt of the year and not too early. We find out by now that the third floor corridor houses the Philosopher's Stone, and Hermione assumes that it's Snape that's trying to get it. We go down, go through the defenses, then at the last defense I go onwards and they stay behind, find the Mirror of Erised and Quirrel, kill Quirrel, get the stone, and then Dumbledore comes from his meeting with the ICW he went to on a broom."

"So it's Dumbledore."

"Yeah, it looks like it. I think Ron and Hermione are in on it too, considering."

"Considering what? I mean, I would not be surprised, but why don't you give me a full rundown of every year so far? We can discuss your training after that.

And so, Harry Potter told the story of his life in the past few years, and by the end, Sirius was righteously angered.

"Ok, some people just deserve the Cruciatus." He said once he was a little calmer. "I'll bring you to my place, and I'll teach you all it takes to be the best Marauder."

"Even being an Animagus?"

"Even being an Animagus."

...

"I'll be waiting outside."

~~~~~

Ten minutes later, Harry found himself in 12 Grimmauld Place.

"So, you used to live here as a kid?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Sirius said.

"BOY!" A female voice shreaked, not unlike Petunia in Harry's opinion. "WHICH BLOOD TRAITOR HAVE YOU BROUGHT INTO THIS HOUSE OF THE BLACKS!"

"That... would be the portrait of my loving mother." Sirius said. "C'mon, let's get this over with."

Harry looked at Sirius' face and realized that somewhere in him, he hoped that his mother would approve of him or something like that.

They approached the portrait, and Harry gave Sirius' mom a look over. She was a woman with a clear aristocratic upbringing and a sneer that made Lucius Malfoy's sneer seem childish.

"This is my mother, the Lady Walburga Black." Sirius said in a tired voice. "Mother, this is Harry Potter, Heir of Houses Potter and Black."

That last part was a surprise to Harry, but he knew better than to look at Sirius and kept on looking at Walburga in cool judgment.

"Who were your parents, boy?" Walburga sneered. "Knowing my failure of a son, they were just simple blood traitors."

Harry's eyes went from a cool stare to a fiery glare, and he stepped forward in an intimidating fashion. "Listen, portrait, you no longer have any say in the dealings of your son or what he does as Lord Black. You may know who I am, but you are not allowed to attack me in such a fashion. I am the Heir Black, and you are a memory of one long dead. As for who I am, I am Harry Potter, Heir to the Houses Potter and Black, the only known survivor of Avada Kedavra, Parselmagus, and killer of Slazar Slytherin's basilisk. As for who my parents were, they were the honorable James Potter and Lillianne Potter, and they died to keep me safe. That's more than you can say, portrait. You did not stop your child from passing, and you failed your duty to your family. My generation of Blacks has two members, neither of us of the main branch. The previous generation had five from the main branch and one from another branch. This house is falling, and it is due to you and your generation. As far as honor is concerned, my parents have proven themselves where you haven't, so I feel that your opinion on me and my parents is irrelevant. Now, who are you, portrait?"

By the end of Harry's rant, Sirius was looking at him in surprise, and Walburga was almost cackling in glee.

"You've chosen well for an heir, Sirius." She said to Sirius, then turned to Harry. "Well met, Heir Black. I am the Late Lady Walburga Black, wife to the last Head of House, Lord Orion Black. Now, you may be a half-blood, but you can be a good Head to this House. Sirius, teach him in all the ways of this House."

"Yes, Mother." Sirius said.

"Good." Walburga said. "Now, allow me to introduce you to Head Elf of this House. Kreacher!"

An old elf appeared. "Yes, my Lady?"

"Kreacher, this is Harry Potter. He is Heir to this House, and you will treat him in a manner befitting such."

"As you wish, my Lady." The elf turned to Sirius, sneering. "Blood traitor master." Then he turned to Harry. "Master Harry, I am Kreacher."

"Are you not an elf, Kreacher?" Harry asked.

"Yes, master." He said.

"Then why do you allow yourself to look weak?" Harry asked. "We are House Black, and I will not allow our House to be presented with an image of a weak and old elf."

"Yes Master." Kreacher said, and he transformed his looks into a healthy and young house elf. "Is this to your liking, master?"

"Yes, you may go now, Kreacher."

Kreacher left, and Harry turned to Sirius. "May we go, now that introductions have been concluded?"

"Yes, we may." Sirius said, then he turned to the portrait. "Later, Mother."

They went to the library, and both of them sat in the chairs.

"Well done, Harry. Sirius said after a moment. "I won't lie; I was surprised by your attitude, but still, well done."

"I didn't think it would work that well." Harry said, then shrugged.

"Yeah, well, it did." Sirius said, then picked a book. "Anyways, you'll start with this book. I want you to read it and ask me if you have any questions."

Harry looked at it. "Introduction to the True Magics." He read aloud.

"Yeah. It involves magic, intentions, the difference between Dark and Light magic, rituals, potions, etc., in a way different from school. You'll need this to understand the ways of both your Houses and even the true Marauder ways."

"Alright, no need to bribe me like that." Harry said, opening the book.

~~~~~

Two days later, Harry came to breakfast, dropping the book on the table with a successful air.

"So you're done." Sirius stated in an amused tone.

"Yup." Harry said.

"Good. Now, let's make sure you understand it. Let's start with basics. What's magic?"

"It is an innate feature within the world that can be harnessed by several different creatures and beings, similar to what muggles would call Mother Nature."

"What are the differences between the several areas of human wielded magic?"

"There are Charms, which are the most basic form of magic. When one uses a charm, they reach into the magic around and use it to cause what they wish for. For example, the Levitating charm, or as it is known commonly, Wingardium Leviosa. When one casts it, they reach into the magic around the object they wish to levitate and use it to lift the object. Essentially, they are using the magic to be a hand that picks the object up. Transfiguration is the second most basic subject. Essentially, it is a more intense version of Charms. In Transfiguration, the caster wishes to change an object into something other than what magic already made it to be. Next is conjuring, which is a more advanced version of transfiguration. Conjuration is in which the caster causes the ambient magic to change air into an object. Next is Rituals, which is a very basic yet difficult magic. In rituals, one combines magical items in the way that magic finds it easier to imbue itself, causing a new magical item to be created from the mix. Potions are commonly considered ritualistic items within the advanced society, however most dunderheads want to make Rituals illegal but dont want to lose the benefits of potions, so they make them different subjects. Summoning is a combination of Charms and Rituals. In it, one makes the ambient magic delve into one of its hidden pockets, and in a way specific to the summoning, summons a being of that pocket."

"Well done. And what are the differences between Dark and Light magics?"

"None really."

"Why so?"

"Because Dark magic is just a sham created by the weaker wizards so as to make sure that no one can become stronger than them."

"Well done." Sirius said proudly, ruffling Harry's hair. "Let's eat."

They started eating, bit midway through their meal, the floo made a horn sound, followed by it giving the name of who was calling.

"Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office."

Harry exchanged a look with Sirius. "Took him long enough." Harry muttered, getting up and leaving the room to a room right next to it meant for spying on any meetings happening in the informal dining room.

"I think he doesn't want me interfering in whatever he's planning." Sirus said. "Kreacher, remove any signs of Harry having been in the room."

As soon as Kreacher finished, Sirius answered the floo call. "Professor!" He called in a surprised yet happy way. "I wasn't expecting a call from you! How's Harry?"

"I'm afraid his well-being is why I have called." Dumbledore replied in a grave way.

Immediately, Sirius adopted a concerned look. "Is he ok?"

"I believe so. Unfortunately, it seems that he ran away from his family home, for what reason I can not claim to understand."

"That is troubling." Sirius said. "Do you have any leads as to where he might be?"

"No, and I wished to call you for that reason. Have you received any sort of missives within the past several days?"

"No, Professor. You told me not to contact him, as the owl might be intercepted by Death Eaters."

"Yes, yes, I did." Dumbledore had a thoughtful look. "I will continue to look for him, and when I find any information regarding his location, you will be among the first to know."

"Thank you, Professor. In fact, I was in the middle of my breakfast, how about you join me?"

"I am alright, thank you. I have breakfast scheduled with the rest of the teachers here, and an appointment for the Defense of Dark Arts teacher position."

"If you want..." Sirius adopted an almost hesitant expression. "I can apply for the position. I am more than experienced in the field, and I can be closer to Harry, if you find him in time."

"I doubt we will need another applicant for this year, we have a few of them that are well suited for the position. However, if I do require you to take the position, I will inform you."

"Alright, thank you."

"It is my pleasure. Now, I must be going, I will talk to you once I receive more information on Harry's whereabouts."

"And I will talk to you then, Professor."

Sirius disconnected the floo, and went back to his breakfast.

A second later, Harry reentered the room. "That went well." He commented.

"Yes, thankfully. Now, let's get back to studies, I'm done."

"As you wish, my Lord." Harry said, with an exaggerated bow.

"Shut it."

"Yes, my Lord."

~~~~~

One month later

Harry closed the book he was currently reading with a flourish. "Done."

"Then we're done with everything you need, and you can move on to whatever you want, starting with becoming an Animagus."

Sirius stood up and went to a bookshelf, thumbed through the tomes, and chose one. He handed it to Harry with an expectant look.

"The book you are currently holding is what is now the best book worldwide for prospective Animagi, and even Animagi that wish to improve. The version you hold is the one the author wrote in, filled with all of their notes."

"Bringing Your Inner Animal Out by Mary L. Adders. Wait! You guys wrote this!?"

"Yup." Sirius said proudly. "This was the Marauders' thesis statement. Mary L. Adders. Take out the 'y' and the 'l,' switch the first 'd' for a 'u,' and there you have it. The 'l' was unneeded, but we put it for your mother, the greatest Marauder."

"She was a Marauder too?"

"Yeah. In fact, she was the one who made sure our plans were fool-proof, and the first of us to master her Animagus form."

"What was her form?"

"Well, she was a Superior Animagus actually, the first since Grindelwald."

"What does that mean?"

"They have several forms. Your mom was a raven, doe, wolf, aardvark, and a snake."

"Wait a second. There's so much here that's confusing. Didnt Mum hate all of you guys until like 6th year or something? How does someone become a Superior Animagus? Was she just a Parselmouth, or a Parselmagus, or was she just a snake?"

Sirius laughed. "I was waiting for the shock to wear off. That was all a sham, your mom hating us. She actually kicked Pettigrew off our boat in first year, simply because she could. She wasn't cruel though, she made him a warm bubble of air that was stuck to the bottom of our boat. 6th year, she decided that at that point, it would be better to drop the act, otherwise people would become suspicious. You don't become a Superior Animagus, the animals choose you. When you go through the book, you'll understand. And your mom never used the word Parselmagus with us, so I wouldn't know. But sometimes, she did do magic in Parselmouth. I don't know what a Parselmagus is, and never actually heard of that until you said it to Mother."

"Ok, so according to Salazar Slytherin, Parselmouth is a magical language, much like the language of the Phoenix. If one casts a spell in that language, it's significantly stronger than a normal one. So while I can do a Levitating charm wordlessly, thinking it in Parselmouth makes it significantly stronger than doing the same but thinking in English. But a Parselmagus uses magics unique to the language, that mostly involves greater snakes, although sometimes it doesn't."

"How do you know what Salazar thought?"

"Oh, when I was in the Chamber, before I woke Ginny up, a book appeared in front of me, and when I grabbed it, it dissolved into palm." Harry lifted his palm and hissed at it, and a book appeared. "This is written in Parselmouth, and discusses the basics of Parselmagic."

"Is it its own field?"

"Yes and no. Sometimes, it's just a combination of several fields, but mostly, it is unique."

"Huh. Nice."

"Yeah. Oh, wait. Mum was a doe, right?"

"Yes, and your dad was a stag." Sirius shuddered. "I can't tell you how weird it was when we caught them shagging in the Forbidden Forest. We were supposed to-"

"Ok, I do not need to know more, thank you." Harry cut in. "If there is anything important to do with Animagus forms, I'll find out in the book."

"Alright." Sirius stood up. "I'll be doing my own things. You have fun."

Harry just nodded absentmindedly, already immersed in his reading.

~~~~~

Half a month later

Harry was meditating, when all of a sudden his eyes snapped open and he jumped up in excitement. Unfortunately, while meditating helped his body, it did not mean he could jump straight up,and he landed sprawled on the floor in a tangle. After groaning, he stood up, and ran out of the room.

"Sirius!" He called out, running towards the informal living room, where Sirius could usually be found. He pushed the door excitedly. "I'm a Superior Animagus! I have more than ten forms..."

He trailed off, realizing that Sirius wasn't alone.

Sitting on another couch was a beautiful lady with black hair, about 5' 10", with perfectly shaped eyebrows, mirthful violet eyes, bright red lips that were oh so kissable, a slender neck, breasts that were somehow just the right size, and a waist so slim that made calling her figure anything other than perfectly hourglass sinful, a bountiful bum, and oh those legs were just right- and he was staring.

Harry coughed, and from the corner of his eyes he saw that Sirius was about to start laughing, and a hidden gesture with his hand made sure Sirius knew to shut up, or he would find his head where his penins should be.

"Sincerest apologies, my Lady." Harry said to the mystery woman who was just so perfect. "I am Harry Potter, Heir of Houses Potter and Black, and Sirius had not informed me of your presence in this house. I apologize for my rude interruption on your meeting."

"It is my pleasure to finally meet you, and your intrusion was, in fact, appreciated in a way. Siri was about to call you, but you came without any need for that. I am Andromeda Tonks, Sirius' cousin."

"Well met, my Lady." He said cordially, and Andromeda curtsied respectfully. "I suppose you are here to be reinstated into the House Black."

"Yes, me and my daughter, Nymphadora. Unfortunately, for all of my knowledge on Muggle society, I cannot live there forever, and reinstation seems to be the only way that I may take a proper position in our society. Now, I believe when you entered the room, you mentioned that you were a Superior Animagus. How many forms do you have, Heir Black, and what are they?"

"Please, call me Harry. We are distant relatives, and there need not be formalities amongst family." Andromeda gave him a nod. "And yes, I am a Superior Animagus. Currently, I have fifteen forms, but there are others yet to be discovered. As for my forms, in order of discovery they were a stag, a bald eagle, a wolf that had some sort of wings, and really liked the shadows, a large black cat who had chains on its legs and who's face i couldn't see," Sirius gave a gasp at that, while Andromeda raised an eyebrow. "a unicorn, a Phoenix, a lion with a face that interestingly had magical bindings that prevented it from moving, a turkey vulture, a Hebridean Black, a kneazle, a griffin, a basilisk, a peregrine falcon, and a raven."

"Surprising, but that also explains some things." Andromeda said. "I am a bald eagle myself, and I felt something when I came here. Now, we have more important things to discuss. Firstly, if you approve of my reinstation, and about the bindings on your forms."

Harry turned to Sirius. "Lord Black, you have my complete approval as Heir Black to reinstate Andromeda Tonks and any of her offspring to the House Black."

Sirius nodded, and raised his wand. "Then, with the powers bestowed upon me by both the ambient magics and the magics of the House Black, I reinstate Andromeda Tonks and any offspring into the House Black, as Ladies of the House Black, so mote it be."

Andromeda's wand glowed black for a second, then it returned to normal. "Thank you. Now, Harry, as we are both bald eagles, our magic as well as our forms will impose us upon each other. I apologize, and I wish that you keep that secret from my daughter when you meet her. Secondly, the bindings upon your forms. Siri, do you recognize what forms they are?"

Harry gave a light snicker at 'Siri,' and Sirius glared at him for a second, before Andromeda's light cough brought him back to topic. "No, I don't know what it could be, for any bindings to be so important on the second one. The first one is obviously a Sphinx, which probably means that added to the bindings on your magic, you might have bindings on your brain. But that is still crazy, for you to have so many magical forms, and such strong ones at that, magical forms are rare and require the Animagus to have a lot of power, I doubt even Dumbledore could have one, and you-"

Andromeda cut him off. "Thank you for your mansplaining Siri, it was most helpful." Sirius pouted, and Harry snickered until Andromeda turned to him. "And you, need to remember that while male bald eagles do the hunting, when they get to the nest, they are pecked down by their mates if they make mistakes. So keep that in mind unless you want me to peck you."

By the end of Andromeda's lecture, Harry looked significantly cowed, and Sirius snickered, but stopped immediately when he became the subject of green and violet glares. He gave a light wimper. "Can we go back to topic... about the binded form?"

"Yes, we can." Andromeda said after a moment. "Harry, your other form, it's probably a manticore, said to be the strongest magical being out there. That you even have it as a form means that you are quite literally, the second coming of Merlin. He was said to have a dragon as an Animagus form, but that's besides the point. But bindings on that form means that you have to be at least 25 times stronger than you are right now. Manticores lived in south Asia, but when they were hunted, they escaped to the Sahara, where they were accepted. They can hide as lions, but they rarely do so. When they do hide, they still are magical animals, but significantly less powerful. No one knows how less powerful they are, as there is no way to measure the power of a manticore, they have too much power. In their eyes however, their lion form is simply powerless, because it is practically empty compared to their true forms. To be chained like that... well no wonder you're so skinny, and according to my daughter who still talks to people that are still at school, you have an immediate understanding of whatever it is you're learning, but have a problem bringing it to conception. Do you have any idea who would do this to you?"

"Dumbledore." Harry and Sirius said at the same time, surprising Andromeda.

"You're sure?" She asked.

"Yes." Sirius said. "When Harry was actually a pup, he used to do purposeful accidental magic all the time. One time, I was showering him, and Harry was making his shower duckies into real ducks that were quaking along and enjoying themselves. According to your parents, you were not a trouble to raise at all, and they barely ever needed to wake up in the middle of the night. If you needed to clean your diaper, well, apparently your diapers were only ever messy for all of five seconds before you cleaned them. Only time you caused trouble was when you were teething."

"And if he was sleeping?" Andromeda asked.

Sirius flushed. "Well, apparently he just used to make Lily feed him, the milk just traveling to his crib midair."

"Wow." Harry said. "So, I'm a weakling compared to baby me."

"Like I said, manticores consider their lion form to be puny and powerless compared to their actual forms." Andromeda stated.

"Yeah." Harry said. "So... how do we remove the bindings?"

"I think we should make the bindings on your core physical." When both of them looked at her angrily, she rolled her eyes. "I don't mean physical as in real, I mean that they are bindings we can see and cut with our magic. Harry, how was your form when you saw it?"

"Well, the magical bindings were thick, braided, and burning at him. Some of them were ripped off, and he was growling, trying to rip them off, or cut them with his tail that... had a scorpion pincer." Harry blinked. "Wow, he really is a manticore."

"Ok, have you changed into any of your forms?" Sirius asked.

"No." Harry said.

"Then change into them in the order that you found them. When you get to the manticore, we'll try to help you to cut them off. We'll go outside, there's not enough space inside."

They headed outside to the backyard. Andromeda and Sirius looked at Harry expectantly, and he took a deep breath. "Ok, here goes."

He turned into a brown stag dotted with black hairs every now and then, a glorious set of antlers, and the signature killer curse green eyes. He took a couple prances, chuffing happily, then he turned back into Harry.

"Merlin, that was amazing!" He said, almost jumping from happiness. "I felt so- so- so free! And I felt like I could go forever! That was amazing!"

"Well done, Prongslet." Sirius said. "Now, why don't you go on."

"Oh, yeah." Harry said.

After a moment, Harry turned into a bald eagle, and with a caw, he rose into the air, making circles. Moments later, he descended, and landed on Andromeda's shoulder. He cawed, then looked at her.

"You want me to join you?" She asked.

Harry cawed with a nod of his head.

"Alright, but you have to get off me first." She said, scratching his feathers.

He flew up, and moments later, Andromeda joined him in the air, amd they pecked each other playfully, cawing at each other. After a minute or two of flying, they descended, Andromeda several meters ahead of him. When she landed, she turned back.

"Look at him carefully." She said, making Sirius think that Harry had a plan, and paid attention.

As soon as Harry was five feet above the ground, he changed into a wolf with wings without landing or changing into a human first.

He was a pitch black wolf, with the green eyes, and his wings were about four feet wide each, and seemed to have black and red fire flying out of them. With several great flaps, he landed and gave a low but happy growl.

He changed back into human form, and sighed. "Next up is the Sphinx. In that form, I have some chains. Just be ready."

When he received dual nods, he started changing.

He didn't have a face, his chains were keeping his legs tied, and he kept trying to break then, to no benefit. Sirius and Andromeda jumped into action, and they each cut two chains, freeing his forelegs from his backlegs. Then Sirius cut the chain connecting his backlegs to each other, while Andromeda freed his forelegs. As soon as they finished, Harry threw the chains away, and his face became more descriptive, but then a set of bindings appeared, resembling the wraps around a mummy.

Harry started yelling from under the wraps, and tried using his claws to cut his wraps off, to no benefit other than having Sirius and Andromeda jump away from his flailing paws.

"Harry!" Andromeda called firmly, and he stopped flailing about, but continued to try with his foreclaws. "Harry, stop! You're starting to cut your neck."

Harry stopped, and Andromeda stepped forward, examining the bandages. "They're clearly Egyptian, I recognize these bandages. They used these to tie a soul to a dead body, or item. When used on a live person, it's like tying a soul to another person's soul. This one looks like... hmm, weird."

"What's weird?" Sirius asked.

"This is a part of a soul. Give me a second to analyze it."

A minute later, she snapped her fingers. "Ahh, got it! So, it's connected to his scar," Harry made a sound, "and its a Horcrux."

As if activated by the word, the wraps started moving, wrapping around Harry's neck, and trying to go further. Harry used his claws to cut them off from trying more, Sirius and Andromeda helping him.

"How do we-ugh help him!" Sirius exclaimed.

"I don't know!" She called back, casting a Diffindo. "It can be killed with basilisk venom, a killing curse, or fiendfyre, none of which we want to use!"

In a flash, a sword appeared in front of her, and she grabbed it, not bothering to ask where it came from.

When she cut one of the wraps with it, the wrap seemed to hiss in pain and jumped back.

"Sirius, this sword seems to work!" She called.

"Then use it where his scar should be!"

In the next five seconds, three things happened. One, Harry grabbed all of the jumping wraps and brought his face in front of Andromeda, as if readying himself for the kill. Two, the wraps seemed to be making a large screech. Three, Andromeda sliced upwards, cutting the wraps where his scar should have been.

With a defeated screech, the wraps fell off, and turned into black smoke, which Harry caught with his palms then dissolved.

He looked at them triumphantly. "Well, I feel so much better, and any blocks on my mind have been fixed. How does my face look in this form?"

His face was the same it usually is, and he stood at six feet, while being about fifteen feet long, and four feet wide. His fur was pitch black, with a set of patterns on his back.

Andromeda looked at the patterns with wonder. "Harry, can you become bigger?"

"Uhh, I don't know." He tried, and suddenly became about twenty times bigger, and his face was adorned with patterned headgear similar to what mummies were known to have.

"Woah." He called out. Then he became small again. "How did you know that would work?"

"The patterns on your back." Andromeda said. "You're a Great Sphinx, the last known of them is female, and about 6000 years old."

"Oh damn." Harry said. "So, she can't die, or is just that old?"

"She chooses not to die, according to what I've read. She waits, for the rest of her people to come, and her mission to be over."

"Huh." Harry said. "Guess I'll have to go to Egypt and talk to her, see what she is talking about."

"Yeah." Andromeda said. "Now, let's continue."

"Yeah, but what do we do about the Sword of Gryffindor?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor?" Sirius and Andromeda parroted.

"Yeah, that's the Sword you're holding right now, Andromeda." She looked at her hand, and realized that he was right, the Sword she was holding was the fabled Sword of Gryffindor.

"Oh, um, I-I didn't realize." She said, looking at it with wonder.

"Wow, Andi, didn't think you'd be stuttering today." Sirius teased.

"Shut it, mutt." She said.

Harry coughed. "Well, I think you can give it to me. I realized that it had basilisk venom from when I killed the basilisk, and it was the best bet we had. I wished for it, and well, it appeared. Thanks for killing Voldemort's horcrux by the way, guys."

"That was Voldemort?" Sirius exclaimed.

"One of his Horcruxes. He has five others. His plan actually backfired on him. His plan was to bind Mum's soul to my body, and make her feel the pain on dying twice, but then a rune Mum tied to me caused his spell to backfire, and some of his soul got stuck to my forehead."

"What about your mom?" Sirius asked.

"Uhh, she's back in her body, she's watched me live my life until now, she said she'll be able to get her way here. That's the last thing I heard before her soul went back to her body."

"Oh yeah, she can be an aardvark, that thing is a digging menace."

"And what about Voldemort?" This time it was Andromeda.

"Oh, when I caught that dark thing, that was his Horcrux, I absorbed all the knowledge of his life until when he got stuck with me. It's one of the benefits of being a Sphinx. I can absorb the knowledge of souls, at the cost of killing them."

"What else can you do?" Andromeda asked.

"Well, I can like understand. I don't know, my brain just feels clearer."

"Interesting." Andromeda said. "Anyways, you wanted the sword."

She handed it to him, and he focused on it for a second, then it disappeared. "There, it's in Dumbledore's office, right where it was before."

Harry focused for a second, then turned into a unicorn. It was all white, with black horn black hooves.

Then he changed even more, and developed his upper body, while his lower body remained that of the unicorn. "Huh, that worked." He said, musing. "Anyways guys, the manticore is next. I suppose one or two of the chains are free, but it'll still be a fight."

Sirius and Andromeda adopted ready stances, and Harry started transforming.

When he finished, he was a lion who's head was tied facedown to the ground, and his whole body was tied down, except for his tail.

His tail had the tipoff a scorpion's, and it started dropping drops of venom on each of the bindings, causing them to sizzle and slowly start to dissolve. But then the bindings started to fight back, but Sirius and Andromeda started casting spells on the bindings, stopping them from fighting.

A minute of hardwork later, they were both sweating, and on the latest binding, which was the strongest.

They started casting Diffindo with the most power that they could, and after four casts, one braid cut, leaving them with five more braids to cut.

Another minute later, they were done, and Harry lifted his head with a roar. Then he began to transform, growing wings on his back, and transforming his face to his human one.

"How was I that weak before?" He asked in an incredulous tone. "Scrarch that, how was I alive?"

"You know you will have to be in your weaker state when in school." Sirius stated. "Can't have Dumbledore suspecting."

"True." He said. "However, I will stay like this for now."

"Alright." Sirius said, sighing. "I can feel your power though, that's how strong you are."

"Cool." Harry said, then changed again.

He flew as a turkey vulture for several minutes, then flew even higher, then without warning, turned into a dragon.

After flying and breathing out fire for several more minutes, he came back down and landed as a human, then shifted immediately into a kneazle.

As a kneazle, he frowned for several seconds, then shifted into a cat, then back into a kneazle again. Then he shifted into a griffin and pranced and flew about for several moments, then shifted into a basilisk and slithered along. After that, he shifted into a peregrine falcon, and flew high, then dive bombed before landing as a human.

"Alright," He said, "last form that I've found so far."

He transformed into a raven and squaked.

"Umm Harry, what happened to your eyes?" Sirius asked.

Harry squaked confusedly.

"Your eyes aren't even green, they're white." Andromeda said.

Harry squaked for a second before disappearing in a flash of black dust.

"Uhh, what happened?" Sirius asked.

"How should I know?" Andromeda asked back.

After several moments, Harry reappeared and turned back into a human.

"Umm, so I'm the last Peverell around, and I went to the realm of Death, and talked to Dad, and Mr. Tonks, they were both really nice."

"Of course that's what happened." Andromeda said, rolling her eyes. "How's he doing?"

"He's alright, and he said he's waiting for me and you to give him 'Moldy Voldy' so he can beat him up even more."

"What about Prongs?" Sirius asked.

"He said he's pranking all these people out there, and he needs you to add your slobber to his pranks." Harry frowned. "Unfortunately though, visiting them was a one time gift, that Death gave me as a favor."

"What does he want?" Sirius asked.

"She wants me to collect the rest of the Hallows because Dumbledore and Voldemort can't be trusted with them. She tells me that apparently the Peverell brothers weren't the first to wield them, apparently they've been around far longer."

"That makes a lot more sense than it just being the Peverells' creation." Sirius commented.

"Yeah, but that was the best story they could make of the Hallows. Think about it, three brothers that grew up, were separated by the wish of power and died unhappy, except for the one that was happy with the power he had."

"Yeah." Andromeda said. "Now, what?"

"Let's go to sleep, it's getting late." Harry said, looking up. "Mum should be here within the next couple of minutes, what about you, Andromeda?"

"I think I will stay here." Andromeda said after several moments. "I will send Nymphadora an owl to tell her that I will not be returning home tonight."

"Alright then, let's head in." Sirius said, and they all went inside.