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Chapter 2: Don't Freak Out


Harry woke up, not to a good start, for one he was falling through the air. Falling right along with him was the Wyvern. It long scaly snake-like neck curving upwards as the heavier part fell to the ground. Looking down he saw the ground racing towards him.

CRASH!

-plop!-

He landed right on top of the Wyvern and nearly fell but managed to slide off the back of the obviously dead Wyvern. On his way down he landed face-first in a pool of bright blue liquid and received a mouth full. It didn't taste like blood, it tasted like he had just had some Polyjuice potion of a Veela.

All of a sudden Harry started to shake and his hands began to grow. He collapsed onto his side. Something was wrong, but something was right. Harry could feel it. Then as soon as it had come, the shaking stopped. He didn't remember any pain from the fresh experience. So out of curiosity, for his energy was waning again, Harry walked over to a small pond that he could smell nearby.

Hang on...you can't smell water! Then Harry sniffed again, it was water, but just murky dirty water.

Okay, humans can't smell like this, somethings wrong here...

Harry walked over to the pond and noticed there was something about his walk. It was longer and held more swagger to it, unlike his old walk his new one seem to hold more confidence. He kept walking and noticed something else. The night was clearer! He saw a deer move from about fifteen meters off. He could smell lilies far off, and hear a howl come from somewhere far to the north. He felt the heat coming off the trees. It made him feel so...connected to his surroundings. Harry walked up to a tree and sniffed it, he could almost feel the calmness of the tree. Like it was an infectious feeling.

I have no time for that thought Harry as the feelings he was feeling started to snag more and more at his body, making him feel sleepier.

Harry reached the pond unknowingly and put his hand into the water. Though what made contact with the water was a massive paw with dagger-like claws on them.

Hang on...a paw?

Harry did a double-take, his jaw dropping as fast as his stomach.

...A PAW?!

Harry looked straight into the water. Then he saw a lion staring back at him. It looked a ferocious thing. With a impressive a black mane of thick, silky fur surrounding it's head like an abstract frame and cunning green eyes...there was a lightning shaped patch of fur on his forehead...

...Why me?

"...rrrrRRRRrr" was the guttural growl that was meant to be a groan. Harry groaned again and it came out as another growl. He tried to looked over his shoulder but was confronted with his thick mane.

Something beyond his butt was moving. It was a tail, a long, lean yet muscular tail, with a ploof of fur at the end.

Okay...a tail...bloody hell...

With that Harry dropped to the forest floor in a dead faint.

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Severus awoke to find find himself in the Hospital Wing. His eyes were still bleary and as soon as he sat up he regretted it, for the room would not stop spinning.

"Calm yourself Severus" came the deep, calming voice of Professor Dumbledore who was seated beside Severus's bed. The Potions Master did as told and the consequences were that he was able to catch his ground and focus on the brilliantly white hair and blue eyes that reminded you of a starry night.

"Where is the boy?" asked Severus. He looked around, but then the room started to whirl again.

"My dear Severus I believe the proper term is lion...not boy" said Albus cheerily.

How can you be so bloody cheerful all the bloody time? Severus wondered and made a mental note to ask Dumbledore this when they had the time for all of Dumbledore's preposterous reasons why.

"The answer to my question Albus? Where is it?"

"I don't believe you can find an answer Severus, that would be too simple, making everything around us annoyingly easy, no fun at all, but yes, the answer is this...Behind me" replied Dumbledore.

Severus shot up but regretted that too for he found -

"You're injured, I would recommend you sit still before you go tearing off to throttle a boy who could easily slice you in half" chuckled Dumbledore. Seveurs painfully ignored the mention to he, himself throttling a boy who had just been through worse.

"Headmaster! Think about what's happened? A lion wandering about in this school? Surely he'll cause a panic"

"I've explained the problem to both the staff and to young Harry"

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Explain the apparent problem to me!"

"Well, to put it simply, it seems that swallowing Wyvern blood brings out your soul's animal. The form of animal that your soul would take the form of. Why? Because the Wyvern is an animal that eats only magical creatures, their blood adds to it's own magic to transform through blood. Typically similar to the Mirror of Erised's properties" explained Dumbledore.

"Okay, but his Patronus -"

"His patronus is his protector, not his spirit animal, the spirit is an entirely different but same matter"

"I still don't understand"

"With time, you will"

"...Do you even understand?"

"To some extent"

"Meaning you know how it starts"

"But not what it does or how to undo it..."

"So the great Dumbledore is for once thwarted by knowledge" said Severus with a triumphant smirk. He may not have the upper hand, but Dumbledore was for once at his level.

"Not the first time but yes, for the moment I am"

"Huh...how are you going to help him?"

"Why, do you care?"

"No it's merely the fact that you and everyone else seems to care so much about his life" said Severus . Dumbledore widened his eyes calmly. There came a deep grunt from the dark predator behind him, who was on the bed, making it sink about thirteen inches lower. Also managing to sleep.

"I get your point Severus, but I am in fact leaving tonight to go in search of someone, leaving Minerva in charge I will be heading to Herefordshire, to get help and knowledge about this new developement" explained Dumbledore.

Great it's either going to be some young, hotshot buck or some wrinkly, old, child-hating grandfather of a grandfather...Bloody wonderful...

"Alright, but what about Potter?" he asked, almost in a challenging way.

"What about him?" countered Albus, a mischievous grin playing around his lips. Severus opened his mouth in a snarl but Dumbledore put his hand up to stop him, saying,

"Do not worry about Potter, I'm sure he will find ways to keep himself entertained"

"Albus, do you remember a lion's diet?"

"Yes, but this case might or might not be different, just let it play out until we know how to handle it, I'll leave it up to you to make sure he doesn't get into any serious trouble" said Albus with a smile this time. Severus looked ready to barf.

"...Why me? McGonagall's a feline!...AND a Transfigurations Professor, or Hagrid, he knows ALL ABOUT animals!" sputtered Severus. His eyes to the point of popping right out of their sockets.

"Fine, fine I'll let her know" sighed Albus. Severus gave him the one-eyed what-are-you-up-to? Look.

"Why are you giving up so easily?" asked Severus slowly.

"Because so have you" he said simply. He got up out of his chair and walked over to Harry then crouched down beside him.

I haven't given up, I just hate the kid! griped Severus in his mind.

"Harry, my boy, I do believe that it's time to leave - ," He looked up at Severus, "- you too, you're about both healed, I'm sure you both need to go eat some, Ms. McGonagall is in the Great Hall, you both should be it's nearly breakfast"

Madame Pomfrey came strolling up gave Harry an injection of some sort, "For the fleas dearie" she says. Severus stifled or snort of laughter. The lion looked at him and Severus nearly started shaking with keeping his laughter contained.

"What is so funny Severus?" asked Dumbledore. He stopped laughing at once, the lion/Potter looked away an jumped off the bed easily. Severus swore the lion was the size of a small horse.

"Well, I'm leaving, Albus, Madame Pomfrey" said Severus.

XXX

With that the git left the building. Did he noticed he was in pyjamas?

Oh well, in a moment he will. Harry started to walk towards the exit which Snape had just gone through...

"AHHHH!" came the agonized embarrassed shout of Severus Snape a second later. Another second later he burst into the Wing, only to be head butted 'down-below' by Harry Potter's lion head.

"Ngggghh...POOOOOTTEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!" screamed Snape.

Now isn't this a picture perfect moment? Smells...different Thought Harry.

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Snape had stalked off. Harry was in front of the Great Hall door's, wondering how to enter when the door was closed. The smell of food was heavy on the air and Harry was licking his lips greedily.

"Oh here, let me get that for you Potter" said the voice of Professor McGonagall from behind him. Harry looked around and bowed his head in thanks. She walked forwards to admit him. The door swung open and Harry entered the Great Hall.

There was food all ready at the Gryffindor table. Harry wanted to ask McGonagall about why he wasn't at the Burrow, besides the fact that he was a giant lion, but decided against it. He would take up more space than he would want to anyways. He'd be in the way. Though right now all that mattered to him was food.

Harry leapt onto the table and walked down the middle towards the food. He heard the Professor walking beside him laugh. The kids that were at the table eating happily saw him and got very scared.

"Don't be scared children, this lion is perfectly tame" said Professor McGonagall as one of the little children got up and started to run the other way.

"No don't run!" warned Professor McGonagall but Harry had already gave way to the chase. The little kid was easy and the teachers up at the table were panicking too.

Harry leapt, wanting to devour the small boy in one, scrumptious bite. The kid suddenly crouched down and covered his head. Harry opened his jaws wide.

"Don't you dare Potter" said a deep liquid velvet voice. Harry froze in midair, his furry body suspended. He closed his dagger mouth and looked at Snape who had his wand held up. With an almost amused face. The little kid got up and ran away.

"Professor Snape, thank goodness, keep Mr. Potter restrained, you haven't got a potion or something that you could give him, to make him...less wild?" asked Proffesor McGonagall, Harry winced at the word wild. At the same time, it made him feel a little dangerous. Had he been a human, he be smiling a wicked smile right about now.

Were these new feeling owing to the new thinking patterns in him now?

Great, I bet I'll get attracted to Ms. Norris thought Harry, the thought made him shudder inwardly.

Well, what do you all think, sorry if I took long, and sorry if it's too short, I'm getting the characters coming up all together. :)