A/N: Wow, I'm stunned at the response I'm getting for this story. It kinda freaks me out. The story is finished, and honestly it's not that good. My crack fics are much better. Anyway, someone mentioned the length of this, saying they hoped the chapters would get longer, so I will repeat - this story is 8-9000 words (I added some after the last word count so I'm honestly not sure at the moment). The chapters (I think there are thirteen) are an average of 600 words long. That's it. So if that's not enough then go elsewhere. This story is already finished, I'm not adding to it. Anyway, this update comes a little early, 'cause I posted two new stories and added two chapters to my songfics, so I figure might as well add a little to this story while I'm here as well. Enjoy.

Harry's short messy hair had lengthened to just past his waist. His already pale skin had taken on a luminescent quality. He remained short but filled out somewhat, leaving his body effeminate rather than undernourished. When he opened his eyes, the green remained but hints of sapphire blue were present. They glowed with an unearthly light.

He sat up slowly, glancing about the classroom. His eyes widened when he took in the sight of all the bodies. "I thought I got to it in time…" He let out a small whimper, feeling like a failure. He blinked at himself, since when was he the whimpering type?

He heard a groan behind him and whipped around in time to see his potion's professor gingerly picking himself up off the floor. He gasped at the changes in the man. His eyes were no longer black, but red. He'd grown a good two feet in height, his skin looked much healthier, and his hair looked clean and well cared for. His skin seemed to almost shimmer in the light. He was almost (Harry would never actually admit that he'd, for even a moment, thought of the very hated man as being anything but gross) handsome.

The man's eyes took on a glazed look when they caught sight of Harry, his nostrils flaring. His upper lip pulled back in a snarl to reveal a sharp, white fang. "Mine!" he growled menacingly.

"Professor?" Harry asked, bewildered. He felt so odd. Even before he'd seen the fang, he'd felt very uncomfortable in the presence of another person. He knew this man, hated this man, was used to his presence, yet he felt unbearably shy and uncertain.

Snape let out another growl and took a step closer to Harry. "Mine!" he snapped again.

Harry jumped away from him. The growl grew louder and Snape slid closer, intending to pounce when his path was blocked by an equally furious Draco Malfoy. Who was sporting a large set of silver wings. The wings were wiggling, flapping occasionally in their agitation.

Wings? What in the world is going on!? Harry thought, a tad freaked out. Snape's a vampire and Malfoy's a veela. What's next?

The two creatures growled at each other, a clear challenge. Draco, keeping Snape distracted, was surreptitiously moving closer and closer to Harry, trying to get to him first. They were so focused on each other that they didn't see Ron Weasley, with triangular ears that matched his hair, brandishing a fluffy orange tail with a white tip, slip past them.

Ron was moving fast toward Harry, his expression cocky. Until the floor turned to ice under his feet. He slipped and landed hard on his tail, letting out a pained whine. Crabbe, icicles hanging from his white hair, colorless eyes shining, bluish skin glowing, had joined the fight. Ron's feet and tail caught fire, melting the ice. The two moved away from Harry and closer to Draco and Snape, keeping the fight away from the prize.

Harry was still attempting to back out of the room. He heard a growl behind him that stopped him dead. He turned slowly, to see a large wolf with a sky-blue mane blocking his exit. Oh shit…

It stalked closer to him, its hackles rising. Harry whimpered. A few of the creatures fighting behind him, heard the small sound and tried to come to his aid. They were blocked by the rather large tree erupting from the dungeon floor. Goyle, his hair an odd mix of green and brown sat on its roots. Not actively participating in the battle, but not about to let them win it either.

I'm doomed, Harry thought miserably as the wolf moved closer. Only a few feet left now…

But before the animal could reach him a jaguar with Slytherin robes hanging from its neck, tackled it. They hit the wall with a loud thunk. The wolf turned on the cat with an angry snarl and they leapt at each other, claws bared.