AN: Harry leaves today! I have been sick for three days and have missed school for three days…I'm not going to be able to update anytime soon and plus I have all of those stories to update, it might be a long time until I update unless I get some pretty little reviews that make me want to update faster…just a suggestion. Anyway, I plan on having every story updated and my new stories up by x-mas. So be good and review and Author Claus might have a few presents for you!
The day was filled with gray skies and hot sticky humidity. It was an abnormally warm day for late November, one that only happened once every few years. The students trudged around in their winter robes, wanting nothing more than to dig around in their trunks and pull out the lighter and cooler summer robes.
The hallways radiated the heat from the swarm of students right back and even the teachers were feeling irritated by the uncommon weather. All were happy when dinner was over and they could escape to their dorms, leaving the hot day to turn into a pleasant night. They shared a collective sigh of relief when the headmaster finished his last minute announcements before dismissing the students and staff to do as they liked until curfew.
It was here after dinner that one Harry potter gave a sigh and slumped his shoulders only to buck up once more and start the long journey out of the castle, being careful of the portraits and students. Luckily the students paid no mind for once to the boy-who- lived and even Malfoy was content to ignore the golden boy.
He turned right and hid in a niche watching the other students walk pass. He waited until most had left the hallway and he once again started his journey to the shack. It was unnecessary, but constant vigilance was needed when sneaking out of Hogwarts.
He made it to the shack in time to see Marcus entering and quickly slamming the door shut. He took off into a jog and reached the shack fairly quickly.
"Hey Marcus! What's up?" shutting the door and removing his robe and sweater, he walked around trying to find Marcus. He turned into what would most likely have been the kitchen and found Marcus there sitting on the counter eating pudding with whipped cream.
"Oh, hey Harry. Nothing much, Terry boot slapped Pansy 'supposedly' on accident in the library. Are Ron and Hermione coming?" Marcus lifted a big gob of chocolate pudding on a spoon and shoved it in his mouth. "Mmm, Banana." Harry just smiled and wondered why chocolate pudding would taste like bananas.
"Nah, they can't make it; Ron didn't do his Potions essay and he won't unless Hermione is with him." He shook his head affectionately and walked over to Marcus and heaved himself on the counter.
"Want some?" Marcus held out a spoon to Harry. Not wanting to be rude and really wanting some of that pudding, he dug in. His first bite was that of normal chocolate pudding. The second, he ended up with a slice of banana. To him it was an odd combination, but it tasted so good and there was no way he was going to stop any time soon, so he went with it. They finished the pudding by trading stories and little tidbits about their day.
"Pansy was probably being a prat. So what'd she say anyway to set Terry off like that?" Marcus' face gained an evil grin.
"She called his boyfriend straight and said he was a cheap whore and that was why Terry could get someone like him." Harry just laughed.
"She was jealous? Of Terry having that little bloke from Hufflepuff? Dude the kid is like, Hufflepuff's Neville! Wait until I tell Ron!" Harry dug his spoon into the cup and came up with nothing. Sighing, he pushed himself off and moved into the living room, preparing himself for disappointment.
"Cheer up, maybe the Tattoos will make it easier to change since their animagi." Marcus patted Harry on the shoulder and then started to coach Harry through the exercises.
"Breathe in, out. Remember the feeling of meeting your wolf, call the wolf to you." The smooth and even tone Marcus used made it easy for Harry to lose himself and forget about the world around him.
He floated around in his mind for a while, walking pass doors and memories until he reached the end. Clasping his hand on the handle, he turned the handle but didn't open the door.
He took a few seconds to breathe in and out, letting the scenery behind him dissolve, clearing his head. Opening the door, he let the rest of his ties to the world outside his mind float away. He stepped into the white space and waited.
He called the feelings Voldemort stirred in him and once the thoughts of his friends dying ran their course he was furious and tingling with repressed magic. He tried to let out a growl but it was different from last time, it was more feline and smooth than rough and menacing like the wolf's growl. He opened his closed eyes and before him was a Bengal tiger, or was it a Siberian? He surveyed the small cub before him and felt the strange desire to go up and sniff the Feline to find out. He had no idea how smelling the cat would help figure out what it was, but something inside him told him it would.
Bewildered, he shook his head, clearing it and readying himself to approach the feline. He took a step forward and was given a spike in volume of the still continuing growl. Shocked, he listened and heard another growl echoing the one the feline was giving him from behind. Turning around he came face to face with his wolf.
"Where were you? Come over here." He was fully turned towards his wolf and trying to get the animal over to him so they could possibly merge. The wolf just shook it's head and leaped back. He took a step forward trying to reach the wolf when another sand colored wolf was in front of him and blocking his way. The wolf wasn't growling but nudging him with its head towards the cub. He tried to force the unknown wolf away, when he finally placed where he had seen the wolf before.
"Moony." The name was breathed in wonder and happiness. The wolf just yipped in joy and his tail started to wag.
"Moony what's going on? Don't you want me to be a werewolf like you? What's with the little cat?" Moony just gave him a look and continued to push Harry back.
Getting the hint, he turned around and locked eyes with the cub. He could feel the pull between the little animal and him. Instincts he didn't know he had surfaced and he took a step towards the growling feline. The feline grew louder with each step Harry took, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He crouched down when he was close to the little feline. His eyes were leveled with the silver pools, specks of blue glinted at him. The feline was about to pounce, he could feel it. He could feel the need to pounce resound inside him like he was the feline. He ignored the thought that tried to bubble in his head and ruin his concentration.
He growled once again but it was more smooth, almost purr like. He bent down and wiggled his shoulders and got ready to pounce, he breathed in deeply, catching the scent of the strange feline.
The smell was that of a Bengal tiger but also of a Siberian tiger, a perfect mix. The little thing in front of him was a Bengal-Siberian hybrid. It also seemed that the feline gained a dominant recessive gene making his coat white instead of the usual orange. He took in one more deep breath and was hit hard. The feline smelled like him. Just like how the wolf, his wolf, smelled like him. He looked back at Moony.
"H-how?" and then the little cub pounced on him, the paws melting into him, the tiger and him becoming one. He could feel the tiger inside of him, the fur moving against his lungs and heart, brushing against his insides. Suddenly he couldn't feel the fur inside him anymore, but he knew that the tiger was still inside of him. He felt panic rise in him. What would happen to him now? What about his wolf? Would he ever see the wolf again; what about Moony? The white scenery washed away, the two wolves blurred ad washed away with the rest of the white.
He was forced out of his mind and into the real world with more questions than answers. He could still feel the feline inside of him like a newly discovered memory after an obliviate; another part of him was found. He fluttered his eyes and looked up only to find a giant Marcus looking down on him with a bug eyed expression. He opened his mouth and tried to ask Marcus what was wrong but all that came out was a little mew. Harry felt his eyes widen, he tried again and again with no results, his mews just kept getting louder and louder, becoming more desperate.
Finally Marcus seemed to get an idea on what happened. He squat down and tried to coax the little tiger into his arms.
"Come on little guy, I'm not going to hurt you." Harry backed up feeling threatened. "Harry come here, I think I know what happened but we'll have to go to professor Dumbledore. Harry hissed and backed up more, his nails lengthening ready to fight his way out.
Marcus noticed this and stepped back and opened his arms in a nonthreatening manner. "Please Harry." He lowered his voice and thought calming thoughts and relaxed his body hoping that it was true that animals could pick up emotions. He saw Harry relax for a moment before the little shoulders tensed up once again. Harry let out a growl.
Not seeing any alternative, Marcus dived and made a grab at the tiger. Harry jumped over him and landed on Marcus' back. He dug his nails in, puncturing the skin and bringing blood up to stain the shirt.
Marcus rolled over and when the tiger was still trying to get up, he grabbed it. He put a hand around the head to keep Harry from biting him and one arm around his stomach. He wanted to bring their things but he didn't think he could catch Harry again so Marcus left the shack and started to sprit back to Hogwarts.
He ducked into the secret passage he and Harry always used, and walked down the dark tunnel. He reached the light of the entrance, and pushed the portrait to the side and stepped down onto the stone floors of Hogwarts. He swiftly maneuvered through the few students who were in the halls and ignored the questions being thrown his way by the nosey student body.
He continued walking down the hallway, taking turns and twists on the staircases until he reached the headmaster's office. Marcus felt relief when he stood in front of the stone gargoyle but the relief soon turned into dread when he realized he didn't know the password. He started to pace back and forth in front of the gargoyle, it's stone head moving back in forth watching the distraught boy in front of it.
"What are you doing Ravenclaw?" a voice drawled behind him. He turned around, hopeful that the teacher would help him only to find the Bloody Baron looking down on him with poorly hidden distaste.
Marcus turned and faced the ghost. "I need to see the headmaster. Would you perhaps know the password?" he watched on as the ghost's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the little white tiger cub in Marcus' arms. The Baron reached one hand out, the silvery form looking a lot like a patronus charm, and touched Harry right between the eyes.
The Baron sucked in a breath and ripped his hand away as if he was burned. "It is you." He breathed. They stood there for a few moments with the Baron just staring at Harry and Marcus at the Baron. Suddenly the Baron snapped his head up and with a serious look on his ghostly face said, "The password is chocolate figs." At the words being said, the gargoyle jumped to the side and let Marcus enter. He was about to place his foot on the first step when he remembered his manners.
"Thank you." The Baron waved his hand and floated off.
Turning back to the steps Marcus started to climb them when the stairs started to move under him. "Wha-wow!" he soon was at the top and at Dumbledore's office.
"Yes that was my first reaction too. Now Mr. Belby, why are you here?" Dumbledore looked at the odd pair standing in his office. He motioned for the young man to sit down and pushed a cup of tea towards him.
"Lemon drop?" he knew his eyes were twinkling at the young man in his office; more so than usual, but that was only because he knew what was going to happen.
"No thank you sir." Always the polite one Marcus was. Albus mused. He looked over the young man in front of him, taking in the distraught appearance and the worry lines near the eyes and the frown on his face.
"Now, what has happened to Mr. Potter that he is now a tiger?" he took slight pleasure at seeing the boy flinch and wiggle in his seat.
"Umm, well you see sir, Harry kind of stumbled on his animagus form." The boy winced waiting for the chew out he thought he deserved.
"I see. How did Harry 'stumble' on his animagus form?" Dumbledore sat back in his chair and waited for the boy to get his nerve.
"Well, Harry is related to me and so has some werewolf in him and he wanted to become one." Dumbledore slumped in his chair a little bit, shocked that Harry was a werewolf. It seems he never got the full truth from Harry. Very Slytherin. But what should he have expected from the only snake in lion's clothing?
"And how does that make Harry a tiger?" he asked kindly, not commenting on what was previously said.
"Ah, well, I have a theory. Harry's godfather and professor Lupin left him their animagus forms and he, well got them tattooed onto his skin. I think those two kinda made a reaction go off in Harry making him realize and transform into his animagus form."
Ah, Sirius no doubt thought of that plan and Remus probably went with it wanting to protect Harry. It was nice thought and would be helpful no doubt with all the love the three shared but right now, Dumbledore could only curse them. Was it too hard to ask for a normal year for once? With Harry, no. and he resigned himself to the crazy lifestyle so far, but now it was time for his younger self to deal with Harry.
"Well Mr. Belby, Harry my boy, you can be turned back to normal with this." He summoned a time turner, and it plopped into his hand. Adjusting it a little bit and spiking it with magic, he handed it over to Marcus.
"Sir? Can't we use a spell? Can't professor McGonagall do something?" they could, but he wanted Harry to have a break from all of the pressure his daily life gave him. Plus he could meet his father.
"I'm afraid she is out at the moment and is very busy with a problem with a parent who is concerned about their child." He lied easily.
"May I see that time turner for a second Mr. Belby?" he sent a small compulsion charm at Harry and once he had the turner in his hands, he pretended t drop it on his desk and watched the little tiger pounce on it, hitting the button on the clock and being whisked away in a swirl of wind.
It was a normal day in August, the sun was out and boys were out running around. Well, flying around. They zoomed high and fast jumping onto each other's broom and doing death-defying stunts. It was on this day that one Conner Potter walked out of his house and right there next to the muggle paper, was a white feline passed out and bloody from the owls pecking at the poor creature.
Making a decision, he shooed the owls away and picked up the cat. It would be a good present for his son James.
i had to get this out quickly so sorry for the mistakes i'll fix them later.