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!
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Sakura Lisel was the ninth reviewer! CONGRATULATIONS! (I don't do normal nice numbers like ten and fifteen so review and you might get mentioned in this oh-so-awesome story.)
Okay... the shop keeper who caught Tiger Harry HAS to be kidding. The owners are selling a NEWLY caught FEROCIOUS 'wild' TIGER to KIDS without at least trying to take the time to TAME so there's little chance of it going crazy and mauling whoevers dumb enough to buy it and open the cage, first before releasing it to kids to be their pet/familiar? *lol* instead their putting their newly caught muggle tiger up for sale as soon as it woke up after eating the drugged deer?
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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 four: In which collars are too sparkly.
Albus Dumbledore sat in his spacious office in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looking at one of the many whirring instruments that were dotted around said office. This particular one was relatively small, only the size of an apple. It was a perfect cube, light blue in colour, which hummed slightly. This was the only thing that kept the wizarding world sane. You see, this cube, this measly box, showed if Harry Potter, the Chosen One, Dumbledore's pawn on the chessboard that was life, was dead or alive. Albus sighed, and frowned at the box.
Generally the box was pure white, to show the boy was indeed still breathing. The cube would turn black if the elusive boy was found to be dead. Now though, the box was light blue, barely a colour at all. Blue, Albus knew, represented magical creatures. So either the boy was kidnapped by a passing vampire or werewolf and turned or he had come into some sort of magical inheritance. Both seemed extraordinarily unlikely though. A vampire or werewolf would have to get past the many blood wards on the Dursleys house, a nearly impossible feat. And neither the Potters nor the Evans bloodline showed any traces of magical creature blood, not even a slight hint. The box hummed, like normal, to show that Harry was happy, healthy and safe. When Sirius died, Albus remembered that the box pulsed and throbbed to show extreme anger and grief.
Albus also had studied the Riddle and the Gaunt bloodlines and had found out that they were unsurprisingly also clear, just in case Voldemort had given Harry more than a scar and Parseltongue abilities. He sighed, rubbing his twinkle less eyes behind his half-moon spectacles. Behind him, Fawkes crooned softly, reassuring his master. Albus sighed again, his magical familiar reminding his of another thing he had to do. He had to build stables for some of the larger familiars coming to the school. He knew one of the first years was bringing a wild stallion, and obviously that could not sleep in the dorms with her. Hagrid had also got some questionable creatures off a man in Aberforth's god forsaken, goat infested pub that needed hiding.
Albus stood and, glaring at the cube one last time, he left the room in a flurry of lime robes and silver beard.
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Draco and Blaise, along with their mothers, looked at the wall in front of them. Their new familiars had been drugged (again) with the 'magically reinforced' chicken and had been sent to their new homes, in indestructible cages of course. The room Draco, Blaise and their mothers was in was quite small and cluttered, two of the walls covered in different accessorise in different sizes. It was filled with collars, cushions and many other things, all for newly chosen familiars. "Something flashy, but not too bling-y, something shiny, but not too sparkly, something-" Blaise interrupted Draco's monologue.
"Draco, dah-ling, we don't actually have all day, contrary to popular belief." Draco scowled at his dark skinned friend, who smiled back cheekily. "Draco this one is nice. And it's not too bling-y." Draco couldn't believe it. His own mother was teaming up with his best friend. And she was smirking. Oh, the horror. Though Draco had to admit, the collar his mother was holding was nice.
It was three ropes of the finest Egyptian Acromantula silk dyed black and hardened in Phoenix tears with nineteen of the clearest diamonds set in nine solid white gold bands. All in all, it was one of the most beautiful things Draco had ever seen. And that was saying something, seeing's as he saw himself in the mirror multiple times a day. "It comes with a matching ring for the owner. It can be the collar for the ceremony, if you like." His mother continued softly. Draco nodded and plucked the collar of the wall. It was heavier than what he was expecting. The diamonds glinted in the artificial lights.
Blaise picked a simple yet flashy collar for his ceremony. It was a black band that was littered in diamonds. Nice and simple. And thirty galleons. The two new familiar owners also bought around six more collars. Each. To match with whatever they were going to wear that day. The both also bought the book 'Getting Familiar with your Familiar.' by Jonathon Notus just as an extra precaution. They had, in fact, bought very large, very wild cats, and after the familiar binding ceremony, they wanted to be able to care for their new protectors and friends in every way possible.
The total cost of all of the collars, the two books and two beds, not including the animals themselves, was well over two hundred galleons. Draco had to admit, he was getting excited with the thought of having a pet, no a companion that was a fully grown, 800lb, male Siberian tiger. The only other experience he had with familiars was with his mother's Fennec fox, Romeo and his god fathers Harpy eagle, naturally he was excited (and a little bit smug) that not only could his new familiar keep Draco protected, but he could also protect what remained of his family more than any other creature, bar a dragon or something of that sort. So yes he was feeling quite smug.
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Like a bazillion mile away, Harry Potter woke to find himself in a room that smelled like Malfoy. Merlin help him.
Chapter 4, just in case you didn't know. Well, Dumbledore is getting restless, Draco is getting teased and Harry is getting collar. What ever shall we do? Poll for Harry's new name is still up and I am still in dire need of other familiar names. Oh, and according to me, one galleon is equal to about £30, so Harry would have been £36000. Tell me if there is any errors le do thoil. I have up to chapter six finished but I won't be updating until I get chapter eight done. Later losers!
If anyone knows a good familiar/Animagus fic tell me, I love a good read.
Also, I adore the Avengers so if anyone knows of or wrote a 'Harry is an Avenger' fic, I'd love to read it!
Obviously,
I'm secretly annoyed with you
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QUESTIONS AND AWNSERS by I'm secretly annoyed with you
AlwaysLaughing1 asks: Is Harry gonna be all protective over Draco soon? Ya, Harry is gonna super-duper protective of his new Master.
Ceti H. Black asks: Why are you secretly annoyed with us? Cuz I am. ;)
Leviathan of the Sea asks: Will Harry ever change back or will he stay being a tiger? He probably will change back eventually but you'll have to wait and see.
Loki's Little Sister asks: So I'm guessing that Neville is now the boy who lived or something? Nada amigo. Not gonna say any more. ;)
Uzu kitsune asks: Can Rons familiar be Harry's dinner? Or a deer so harry can have fun hunting it?Will he still be able to talk to snakes? I don't think the Jarvey will appreciate being eaten by a tiger. I think I'm going to give Ginny a Thomson's gazelle so Harry can chase that for fun, he won't eat it though. I don't know if Dumbledore would be able to ignore a snake speaking tiger.