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Chapter 6: Emy

In the early morning when the sun had just risen, Harry woke up from under the bed with Snuffles curled up right beside him. He briefly unconsciously gave a morning hug to the loveable giant doggy, and went to the loo.

In the loo, he automatically went to his morning habits. He washed his face in the abnormally high sink that was just reaching his chest. Brushed his teeth and conjured a shaver and an accompanying tube. He applied the shaver foam to his chin and was about to shave his face when he suddenly really woke up to look at the bloody pretty faced beardless moustache-less absolutely hairless chin of a young red-headed kid.

Oh yeah. Harry stupidly remembered. He was apparently an eleven year-old kid with no need to shave for a few, (hopefully few) years. He also suddenly remembered that he should be thinking of a way to get out of St. Mungos quick and fast before someone namely Samuel his brother woke up.

Harry took a quick shower, rummaged in the nearby closet and found some trousers and blue cotton shirt with a picture a huge dragon spitting out gigantic flames out of his mouth right at the back of his shirt around the shoulders. Thankfully the dragon was motionless, but the flames were curiously giving off heat. The shirt although looking normal and can deceived any muggle, was charmed to warm off the wearer of the shirt.

Harry was impressed by the shirt and was starting to think of other magical features that he could add to the immobile dragon when he snapped out of his musings to think clearly on the matter at hand. He needed to disable the wards around the room. He thought of destroying the room's wards, but then he saw Snuffles casually walking out of the room without any alarm.

Oh yeah. Harry couldn't destroy the wards, because it would alert Sam but then he could just turn to his animagus form and escape the ward without any the wiser as the wards were charmed to detect humans leaving the room's proximity. Harry opened the window and thankfully transformed without a hitch. He was proud that he could transform into a ferocious flying dragon that can just as easily adjust to any size to as small as a puppy and as big as a dinosaur. When he first transformed, his green sleek dragon form scared Ron and Hermione. His two best friends told Harry that his dragon form was scary and frankly frightening. It looked so ferocious with its spiked tail and large sharp teeth. It was also giving off the aura of a predator and hunter that easily obliterate any prey.

Harry smiled in his mind that he, at least retained his scary animagus form, never noticing that his current form while still having wings and spiky tail was adorably (there was no other word for it) CUTE. Yes, the breed of the dragon of Harry's animagus form is scary and formidable in its adult stage, but is very cute and cuddly with huge big puppy eyes in its childhood stage. The adult age is reached by the dragon when he no longer has parents to wean of on. The parents of this type of dragon takes care and protect their little dragon-lings until such a time the dragon parents feel that they can leave their nestlings to take care of itself. The child dragon then becomes an adult when the parents abandon them to fend for their selves, thereby shedding the furry white fur designed to keep the dragon-ling warm and acquiring sleek thick tough skin and sharp teeth and an added boost to its magical fire breath.

So currently, while still able to adjust it's size, cute dragon Harry can only shift to half the size of Snuffles who is as huge as fang, and is currently so cute, pristine white, and furry like a stuffed toy that little children love. Cute dragon Harry is also greatly diminished in terms of its adult dragon breath. Unfortunately for Harry yet again, he will not be able to acquire his adult dragon form while he still lives under the roof of his actual human parents as the real parents are taken into account by the animagus of this type of dragon. Yep, and added to that, Harry is stuck with his overprotective parents and brothers and uncles and aunts and other surrogate brothers and sisters that our little favorite Lillian will have yet to meet. (Oh yeah, in case you're wondering. Yes, Cedric is only one of Harry's many surrogate brothers. You know those people that feels they need to protect little cute red-headed vulnerable looking children from the big bad world.)

The furry little while dragon, currently in the size of a little puppy with puppy eyes to boot, launched off out the window to bright blue and yellow sunny sky.

Harry felt the greatest joy in flying brooms, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of actually flying with the wind currents under his wings' control. Yep, Harry really loved being in the air. (Oh by the way, Muggles can't see dragons unless these magical creatures allow them to, may it be an adult or a child of Harry's dragon type. Grin.)

When he was a great distance from the horrible St. Mungos (but then to Harry all hospitals are horrible), Harry landed on a tall tree branch. He then transformed back to his original human form. He stayed awhile on the tree and then carefully climbed down the tree. Harry loves trees and nature with all its beauty, quietness away from the hustle and bustle and destructive tendencies of the living species of humans. Harry always felt comfortable around trees, it was like they were talking and dancing in a rhythm complete unique and as magnificent as the winds that surround and sway them to and fro.

Harry was walking along a green grass of a park touching the trunks of all the trees he passed, when he felt something amiss. He felt that something was missing. Yeah, his wand was not in his possession, but he never felt this great Un-completeness when his phoenix-Fawkes feathered wand that was brother to his greatest evil foe was not in his possession. In fact, sometimes he felt great to be rid of it and any other connection that he might have with Voldemort Moldy pants.

No something else was missing. What was it? Sans the wand, what else is there that he was so inured with and can't live without. Then, it hit him. Emy. His most important treasure that he always wore to remind him of it's namesake, his dear and first friend.

Flashback:

Harry was five years-old and walking in the park. He had finished off his chores, and in a first rare act of kindness for the five-year-old, he was allowed to venture out in the park on his own by his relatives, the Dursleys. His relatives thought that this was the solution when they can't stand to look at their nephew which was almost always all the time now that he had began to show accidental magic.

Harry was happily walking around the park marveling at the peace and comforting undjudgemental presence of the trees around him, when he heard a thud and pained chirp. He quickly run to the sound and saw a baby chick that had fallen out it's nest high up in the tree. The poor little chick fell, but it looked like it relatively unharmed besides being separated from its siblings and mother.

Harry carefully handled the baby chick and climbed all the way up to the nest on the tallest tree of the park. He then carefully laid the chick back to its nest. The chick laid down, gate a grateful chirp to Harry and nipped Harry's little fingers. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Everyday after school and after he finished his numerous chores, he would be rudely asked by his relatives to make himself scarce and to kindly remove his freaky presence in the Dursley's living presence. Harry would then leave and seek his most loved place which was the only park in Surrey. The nearby park for Harry was the most beautiful place with its huge hugging willow trees.

Everytime Harry arrived at the park no matter the time, he would be greeted by his first true friend, Emy short for Emerald. Yes, Emy was the very same baby bird he had after it had fallen out of its nest.

Emy was Harry's best friend. The bird was recognizable by the furry green tinge tuff of feather on its white chest. The other parts of the bird were blue. The bird was now an adult and grew as big as a little maya. The bird would always happily chirp on Harry's arrival and would land at Harry's messy hair and groom it to the best of its abilities. After Emy was satisfied with the grooming, he would always affectionately nip Harry's fingers and fly around him all day long while he was in the park.

Harry loved it. He could talk to Emy about anything and the little bird would comfortingly chirp and all Harry's problems seemed inconsequential and be soothed away. That lasted for only a month. A glorious one happy month.

After a month was up after their first meeting, Harry was as usual walking around the park touching the trees brown trunks. Harry was walking for about an hour, but then he still couldn't hear any welcoming chirp from Emy.

He went to Emy's tree, which was still the tallest tree in the park, and found Emy sick and dying. Emy looks to be in so much pain, but true to his nature. Emy still gave it its all to give Harry his happy welcoming chirp. Only it came out feeble, weak and sad.

Harry then tried all he could to heal the bird, even going as far as using at the train on his own to look for a veterinarian that would help his little friend. But after three days, despite Harry's best efforts at healing Emy, Emy still died. And the little bird looked to be in pain until it's dying breath.

Harry despairingly tried to revive the bird but to no avail. He even tried to will and wish his hardest for little bird to be alive again as this sometimes works with some things. Harry was trying to access his accidental magic. Harry was somewhat successful, the bird glowed green for about three minutes. After the glow was gone, the bird looked healthy but when Harry checked, Emy was still dead and not breathing. At his last, Harry tearfully buried his friend Emy. Near Emy, was 2 little round green stones the same color as Emy's identifying green emerald tinge on its torso.

Harry took the two stones, laid one on Emy's grave to mark it and held the other one. Harry was crying. His tears kept on falling on the grave until the Dursleys looked for him as it was already too late in the night. And if Dumbledore would have the knowledge that little child Harry was left on his own at night, the Dursleys wouldn't like the consequences.

Harry kept looking at Emy's grave, crying and holding tightly on to the round emerald green stone, while being dragged off by his relatives to the cupboard under the stairs of 4 Privet Dirve, Surrey.

In his cupboard, Harry dried his tears and held tightly on to his emerald Emy stone, making an oath to learn as much as he can that no other living human being would suffer in pain while he can do anything about it.

End of flashback

Harry was now panicking, ever since he was five, he could remember that the Emy stone would always be with him. It was the only remainder of Emy the bird, as the grave or the park was destroyed to build a new theme park for Surrey.

Harry had bought a little silver box locket, put the Emy stone inside, looped around a black string around the locked and tied it around his neck. The necklace never left his neck or his person ever. It was what started him on thinking and dreaming of becoming a healer. It comforted him always and reminded of his dear friend Emy.

Harry thought again. Thought and thought. Delving into his deepest memories of this alternate universe, searching for his Emy stone. Apparently, in this dimension the same major things happened with some minor difference. He was five and it was the first escape he had from the overprotective parents and brothers. He arrived at a park near the Potter mansion, saw Emy out of his nest. Things progressed the same regarding with Emy, but Harry was escaping his Parents eyes instead of avoiding the Dursleys. He was hugged and comforted by his parents when they saw Harry crying his eyes out a small mound of earth with a green stone in the middle.

Harry was a carefree, inquisitive, and always exploring in this dimension, always on the search for adventure. Because of his adventures, he sometimes lost the stone. When this happens, he would always cry and went on a search until he got his Emy stone back. Sam saw the stone and worried that some of Harry's searching when it became lost again would put him in danger. Not allowing this to happen, Sam secretly took a Harry's Emy stone and gave it to a jeweler. Sam had the Emy stone made into a pendant for a golden necklace and gave it to Harry. Since then, Harry always wore Emy pendant.

In this dimension, the Emy stone was still present; But Harry wasn't wearing it. Harry was now panicking full blown. Where was his Emy stone. Surely this Harry, I mean the me in this dimension or me or I wouldn't misplace the stone. I valued it so much, never leaving it out of my sight. Always wearing it. But where was it? Harry dug into his other memories, for ultimately this Harry, the boy-who-lived and the Harry that was the protected precious little Potter were now one and the same.

Harry had a sudden vision of a warehouse. He remembered that the warehouse was where he found himself first after he defeated Voldemort. He quickly took to the direction of the warehouse.