Tiger, Tiger.
After an Animagus potion gone wrong, Harry becomes a tiger and is unable to change back. Though, without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Harry enjoys his new body, until something happens to make him go back to Hogwarts in the possession of Draco Malfoy. HBP.
Pairings: Harry/Draco one hundred per cent, there will be Blaise/Luna and eventually Neville/OC. Not much more romance other than this, maybe some off screen romance, I don't know, I haven't decided yet.
Warnings: there might be strong language, possible gory scenes in the future. I'll warn you though, so don't worry if you're squeamish.
I don't own Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling or the poem 'Tyger, Tyger' by William Blake. Also anything you might recognise from other fics on this site or another is purely coincidental. Enjoy!
Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Chapter three: In which paper clogs the air.
Harry looked at his fellow Gryffindors, surprised that there hadn't been a few fists flying yet. When Neville had entered the scene, unknowingly breaking up the near fight, Harry was surprised at the Slytherins attitude toward Neville. Instead of sneering at him, Draco and Blaise greeted him politely and civilly, instead of snarling like his 'best friend' Ron was doing now. "Neville!? What are you doing?! They're Death Eaters! They don't deserve to speak to you!" Neville smirked, a very Malfoy thing to do and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the spluttering red head. "But Ron, have you not seen the Daily Prophet for the last, oh I don't know, week and a half? Malfoy and Zabini refused to join He Who Must Not Be Named. They're completely neutral." Neville said to Ron, while Malfoy (Harry's future master) smirked at Ron behind Neville's back.
Ron snarled and took a step forward towards Malfoy. Harry chose this moment to yawn widely, showing his gleaming fangs. Ron glowered at Malfoy's smug face and crossed his arms. Ginny shifted her feet, her brown eyes darting from one face to the next. The Jarvey chose that moment to scream something in Italian, making Zabini chuckle again. "What is it this time?" Malfoy huffed. Zabini leaned over to Malfoy and, if Harry hadn't been a tiger, he would have never heard the whisper that followed. "She said that she would rather be eaten by the tiger than to go home with the Weasel."
Malfoy did something Harry, Ginny, Neville or Ron had never seen him do before. He laughed. A proper belly laugh. Not an amused smirk or a polite chuckle but a proper 'I probably should stop laughing before I piss myself' laugh. Zabini sniggered at Ron and Ginny's shocked expressions. Neville was smirking at them. Malfoy finally stopped and wiped his shining eyes, letting a stray chuckle escape from his pureblood lips, running a hand through his white blonde hair. Zabini coughed to cover a snicker at Malfoy's messed up hair.
It was in the awkward moments after that slight cough that Harry decided to make his presence known again by sneezing. The Irish wolfhound awoke with a start at the rather loud sound and bounded over to the bars, where Neville was currently standing. Neville cautiously put his hand through the bars, towards the great grey dog. "Neville Longbottom! What do you think you're doing!?" A red faced woman who Harry assumed was Augusta Longbottom walked into the room followed by Mrs Malfoy and Lady Zabini. Mrs Longbottom was a formidable looking witch. She was tall, thin and bony. She wore a hat with a stuffed vulture on it and carried a bright red handbag, like the Snape boggart had in Harry's third year.
Neville's eyes widened comically and he whipped his hand away from the bars. Then, his wide eyes narrowed and hardened. "I am picking a familiar, like you instructed Grandmother." Harry stared at Neville. He had never heard that tone of voice leave the previously blundering boy's mouth. It was cold and hard, icy, even. Ron, Ginny and the two Slytherins and their mothers looked at Neville in shock but his Grandmother didn't do anything other than tightening her already thin mouth.
"Neville, when I said a familiar, I meant something that would make your parents proud, not a mangy mutt." Neville snarled silently at his grandmothers words. "I wasn't informed that my familiar was your choice, nor anyone else's. I choose him." Neville nodded towards to huge grey dog. "Now if you could go fill out the necessary forms as you are still my legal guardian….unfortunately." Neville whispered the last bit, and only his fellow class mates and Ginny heard him. His gran frowned but complied with his request, leaving the room once more.
"Well, Longbottom, I'd say you handled that rather beautifully, but you probably already know that." Zabini smirked at Neville. Neville smiled back at him. "Draco Malfoy." Malfoy said suddenly, sticking out a hand to Neville, "I don't think we've been introduced before." Neville grinned and shook Malfoy's hand firmly "Neville Longbottom, nice to meet you. And you are?" Neville looked at Zabini who smiled back and shook his hand "Blaise Zabini. Pleasure to meet you." They all smiled at each other before Ron started thundering. "Neville? You're going against everything Gryffindor stands for-" "And following Dumbledore's wishes. Different House's getting along." Ginny spoke up for the first time she had entered the shop. She had raged silently at Ron and had tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach whenever she looked at Blaise, which was quite often.
Ginny crossed her arms, glaring at her older brother. Zabini, Neville and Malfoy looked at each other, shocked at the youngest Weasel's courage in the face of an angry Ron. "Neville Longbottom." Neville grabbed the younger girl by her shoulders and spun her around, grasping and shaking her hand at the same time. "G-Ginny Weasley." The flustered girl stuttered and blushed under the careful scrutiny done by the two Slytherins and their mothers. "Draco, dear-" Mrs Malfoy was interrupted by the chiming door and they all turned to face the door once again.
A flustered Mrs Weasley and bushy haired Hermione bustled through the door towards Ron and Ginny. Hermione was raging and Mrs Weasley was deliciously pale faced. Hermione had the Daily Prophet in her hands and she promptly shoved it under Ron's abnormally long nose. "Have you seen this?!" she screeched. Harry winced and his white chest rumbled at the high pitched noise. Malfoy glanced over to Harry at the low growl but was soon preoccupied with the red haired Gryffindor Lion.
HARRY POTTER MISSING
Wizard World Panics
Rita Skeeter reports:
Harry Potter was found missing from his home last night. The Dursley house, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey was covered in residual magic from Potter's inner core. It seems that Potter was attempting wandless magic when his magical core burst from his body, killing everything inside the house's wards, bar Potter's owl, which was protected with separate wards around Potter's room.
The house was in a very deplorable state, all of the glass shattered and doors ripped from their hinges. The Dursleys (Potter's only living relatives that he had been staying with) have been taken to a secret location until their house is restored or Potter is found.
Kingsley Shacklebolt said "The boy hasn't gone very far, probably just accidental apparition, he'll turn up soon. You all know how powerful he is." Although, this reporter can say he was very nervous and constantly rubbing the back of his neck. Perhaps he knows where the Golden boy is or perhaps he knows something that we, the good wizards and witches of Britain, do not?
Full story on page 18
For more on Harry Potter see page 23
For more on magical cores and wandless magic see page 26
"How can you find someone missing?" Blaise whispered to Draco, who offered him a one shoulder shrug and a silver eye roll. The blond turned toward the fuming Muggleborn witch once more only to see her grab the Daily Prophet off the Weasel and start ripping up the blasted rag sheet into a bazillion pieces, too angry to notice the Slytherins watching her. Draco started slightly, he had though that the Daily Prophet was drowning in enough protective enchantments and spells to minimise the number of angrily torn pieces to clog up the atmosphere.
Blaise looked equally stunned. The only other person he ever saw rip up a Daily Prophet was his mother and she was a crazy blood hounding bat. That comment made him think of Snape with his mother which made him shudder. With a poke to the shoulder, Draco had roused his dark skinned friend from his internal disgust.
Unable to focus on the raging brunette, Draco saw that his tiger had one of his huge paws over his mouth, as if to stop himself from laughing out loud. Blaise also noticed this and looked at the striped beast in surprise. The more Granger continued to screech and rip up the unfortunate newspaper, the more the tiger was trying not to laugh. Soon one of his paws was actually in his mouth while the other one was covering his rounded ears, trying to block out the sound of and angry Gryffindor, his big forest green eyes screwed shut to avoid looking at the bushy haired girl. Draco and Blaise avoided looking at each other, looking at the tiger was funny enough; neither of them would be able to hold in the laughter that was threatening to burst out if they looked at each other.
One glance up showed the enraged Gryffindor igniting the ripped up pieces of Daily Prophet, creating a flurry of flaming paper, showering down on them. Harry watched his former friend for a few seconds, and then looked towards his new master. There was no denying it; Draco Malfoy was one good looking bloke. Harry shifted uncomfortably at that thought. He was going to have a really hard time concentrating if he was living with Malfoy. Harry had realised last year that he preferred guys over girls and had only told Hermione. Ron would just look at him as if he was the dirt beneath his shoe. Malfoy however was also gay. Harry mentally scowled at himself for not noticing Malfoy's preferences earlier; it would have saved a lot of fights.
So Harry decided at that very second that being Draco Malfoy's familiar wasn't an entirely bad thing.
Chapter 3, my little muffin minions. I can now say, officially and proudly, that the poll is now up. I had some connection problems right after I posted the second chapter so I didn't actually have the poll up but don't worry, it's up now. I would also like you to give me some name ideas for some of the other familiars. I also apologize for my utterly rubbish Daily Prophet story. I just cannot write newspapers. Egh, this chapter kinda annoyed me. I don't like it but I do, in a way. I am so confuzzled. Sorry for the ugh ending.
I would also like to ask; do you guys want an annoying, obnoxious Pansy or one that people can actually stand? It's your choice.
Undoubtedly,
I'm secretly annoyed with you
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