Kind of a filler chapter o: I have really bad block, bros, you don't even know. I hope you enjoy?
"Onward!" Harry yelled, pointing ahead of he and Neville in a dramatic fashion. Neville laughed and sped up, Harry squeeling and tightening his grip on the bigger teen's back. Neville, in turn, tightened his own hold on Harry's legs, relishing the giggles bursting from the Hufflepuff's lips.
"This fast, Harry?" He chuckled, ignoring the snickers and taunts of Slytherins who thought they were being quiet. Harry shook his head and pulled at his best friend's hair.
"No, Neville. Be like a friggin' rocketship and go... epic fast or something." Harry huffed, his sneer turning to laughter when Neville ran faster still. Students and teachers alike all laughed or stared exasperatedly at the pair, as you could often see the two doing something equally stupid.
"Hey, Nev." Harry giggled, leaning down toward the other's ear, "Can I sleep in Gryffindor tonight?"
"I don't see why not." Neville replied, skipping to a walk. Harry folded his arms on top of Nev's head and rested against them, smiling.
"Good. It's been a bit lonely in Hufflepuff lately. Alot of them think that I've abandoned them for lions or something." Harry patted Neville's shoulder, a signal for him to be let down. Neville complied, and the two walked arm to arm to Potions. Well, Harry's shoulder bumped against Neville's elbow.
"Well, I think the Gryffindors would rather have you, anyway, Harry. You're like our little teddy bear." Neville chuckled, earning a slap. Harry glared up at his best friend, but soon his face softened, and he let his hand be encased by a much larger one. A few particularly brave students sneered at the two, one having the balls to mutter 'pouf' under his breath. Harry didn't hear, but Neville had immediately leveled his glare at the Ravenclaw, warning him to back off.
"Hey, Nev," Harry called softly, once again gaining the attention of his best friend. Neville looked down to meet Harry's questioning gaze, reading in his eyes that he was worried. The taller boy automatically pulled them both over the a niche in the wall, kneeling down to look up at Harry.
"What is it, Harry?" He questioned, hands on either of Harry's shoulders. Harry just giggled, but the sweet sound didn't reach his eyes.
"You don't have to act like my mother, Nev," He said softly, earning a sheepish smile. "But... Are you sure it's alright. No one seems to appreciate our, uhm, affections or whatever."
"They can get blown, Harry." Neville grinned, drawing a reluctant smile from the smaller of the two. "Now come on. We'll be late."
And once again Harry was lifted up onto Neville's shoulders, laughing childishly as they walked the short distance to the dungeons. Entering the Potions classroom, they were greeted with grins and giggles from their friends, and a little wave from Draco. Neville let Harry fall off of his shoulders, ignoring the small 'Hey!' it elicited and took his usual seet, Harry grumbling and climbing up beside him after a moment. Not seconds later did the much respected dungeon bat enter in a flourish, robes in their characteristic billow behind him.
"Good morning, class. Today, we will be brewing the Animagus Revealae Potion- For those of you who haven't opened your books since first year, this potion allows the ingester to become their animagus form for about a minute, making actual animagi transformation much easier. This, however, is not to be used as a substitute to learning how to complete transformation, as years of work has been required of wizards much more powerful than you lot. Instructions are on the board. BEGIN!"
Harry blinked, brain taking a moment to process the onslaught of words, before he grinned. He'd wanted to become an animagus ever since the events of the year before, when he'd learned about his father being one. He looked over at Neville, who already housed a gleeful look, and their eyes met. They already knew what they were, and had gotten skilled enough in their practice that they could both become their animals for a full minute.
Seeing that the rest of the class had begun, Harry started setting up as Neville got the ingredients from the potion's cupboard. Looking around, he saw that Ron had paired with Dean today, and that Seamus had gone over to be Draco's partner. Blaise was switching back and forth between glaring at Seamus and Dean, and making googly eyes at his favorite redhead, only recently single. Hermione was partnered with Daphne Greengrass, and the pair was arguing over whether or not the moonweed went in first or the troll hair.
He was startled from his observations as Neville dropped the vials onto the counter, taking no care where the glass was concerned, and the two got to work.
Now, some of you might be questioning why the heck Harry was in a class with both Gryffindors AND Slytherins when he was, in fact, a Hufflepuff. Well, being the Headmaster's Golden boy had it's perks, and only a small bat of his lashed and a few well placed "Yes sir, oh wow your beard looks so luscious today!"s and Harry was put in that same classes with his Gryffindor pals.
Harry and Neville stared down at their potion, bubbling and gurgling like a dying rabbit, trapping the cauldron in a sickly blue colour. They looked at each other and grimaced, tempted, oh so tempted, to hide under their desk.
"Well, Potter, Longbottom, it seems as though all that teamwork you two displayed did absolutely nothing to help your potion skills." Snape sighed, comparing their nasty blue to the nice green of most of the class. "Would you mind testing yours first?"
"I will, Harry. It's the least I can do." Neville looked like he was about to vomit, so Harry stepped up.
"It's alright, Nev. I'll test it, sir."
Snape gestured to the cauldron, as if saying 'very well, to your death, you go!' and Harry started rethinking his haste decision. It really did look like it would kill him, but what the hay! Harry picked up the ladle, eroding from contact with the acidic mixture, and took a generous gulp.
At first, nothing happened. Then in on movement, Harry cried out a little and doubled over, clutching his stomach. Neville moved to help, but Snape shook his head. After a moment, There was a tiny little creature sitting on the floor of the potions classroom. It looked like a really tiny brown bear, the size of a badger (lol). It gave a small whine and looked up at Neville with huge green eyes, and the teen couldn't help but coo and lift him up, the tiny thing giving Neville's cheek a little lick.
"What in the world is that thing?" Hermione grimaced, although she really wanted to awe at it like most of the classroom. Neville looked at her and chuckled, playing with one of Harry's tiny webbed paws, covered with honey fur. The little thing gave a wag of it's small tail.
"This is a bush dog. They aren't well known in the muggle world because they're almost extinct. He's this tiny because he's technically still a whelp. But isn't he just the cutest thing!" Neville chuckled, earning a slight his from his transformed friend.
"Right," Snape snapped, "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Thomas. You're potion?"
Ron and Dean looked at eachother, and started fighting over their ladle, almost knocking the potion over in the process. Dean ended up winning, giving a triumphant call, and downing as much as his friend before him. His own tranformation went much smoother, and soon a little parrot was flying around the room, squawking. Others followed, Hermione becoming an Owl, Blaise a brown fox, Draco into a silky looking timber wolf, and various other animals. Harry looked up at Neville and whined, little bear face nudging his friend's human one.
After a minute had passed, students started turning back into themselves, the only one remaining an animal being Harry, who stared up at his friend with a mischievous air.
"Come one, Harry. Change back." Neville grinned. The little bush dog seemed to sigh as Neville sat him on the ground, and seconds later, Harry stood, brushing off his robes.
"That was really fun." Harry whispered, grinning.
"Now that that's done, the partner who hadn't tested the potion will get a chance to reveal their-
"Excuse me, Professor!" Neville called. Snape glared at him for interrupting, but otherwise let him carry on. "Harry and I had already known ours. Do you think we could be excused?"
"If you can tell me what your animagus form is." He sighed.
"I'm a wolverine, light brown. May we go?" Without waiting for an answer, Neville grabbed Harry's hand and the two left the classroom, remaining students glaring.
Right, so pointless chapter. Sorry it took so long to update, I have major writer's block.
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-Badger