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Chapter 4

Hathor P.O.V

"Why? Why'd he do that? Why'd he keep me away from my mother?" I asked. Of all the things that Dumbledore ad done so far, this angered me the most. I stood up, and started pacing. There was an animal inside me, and it was roaring to be let out. Suddenly, pain ripped through me, and I bent over double, gasping. I was barely aware of a faint glow that surrounded me.

My bones started to break and reform, changing me into something else entirely. At the same time, I felt as if something was peeling off me, like a layer being peeled back. When the pain stopped, I was on the ground, shaking in a heap. I looked up to see that the others were beside me. I tried to speak and tell them I was alright, but all that came out of my mouth was some sort of yowl. Wait, yowl? That wasn't right.

I pushed myself into a sitting position, and saw my arms were sleek black legs, with paws. I looked behind me, to see that I had a sleek black body, and a tail! I looked, wide eyed at Remus.

"Congrats cub! You just managed to remove the animagus block on your own. But I'm not an animagus; you'll have to change back on your own." Remus said, smiling.

I made a huffing noise, and looked at my grandfather and great uncle, giving them a look that clearly said any ideas?

"Sorry cub. I don't know the first thing about magic." Victor said.

"Neither do I." Logan said, shrugging. The both of them looked highly amused. On that matter, so did Remus. I huffed, and padded away from them. Maybe if I concentrated. Wait, couldn't I transform into other animals too? Maybe I should try that first.

So, I did. Not only was I a black panther, but I was also a black wolf, a hawk, a tiger, a Hippogriff and a Dragon. Those were just some of the forms. I was sure I had many more. I finally transformed back, to see the three men flat against the wall from when I took up the whole room in my dragon form.

"Well, that was… enlightening." I said.

"Hathor… multiple animagus' are not unheard of, but…" Remus trailed off.

"But?" I questioned.

"Animagi with a magical form are meant to be impossible."

"I'm going to find my room." I said darkly. With that, I stormed out of the living room, grabbed my bag, to the stairs, and up to the second floor, on which there were many doors. I just chose one, and found myself in a red room, with a nice, comfortable large four poster bed, a desk, a dresser, and two doors. I didn't feel up to exploring them, so I dropped my bag, collapsed face first onto the bed and groaned in frustration.

I heard the door open and close as someone came in. "Go away." I said, though it was muffled by the pillows, I had no doubt they heard it.

The bed dipped as someone sat down beside me. "What's wrong, cub?" I heard Victor ask.

I turned round, and faced him. "I'm sick of doing things that people consider impossible. I hate being stared at like some kind of freak, and this will only make it worse. Maybe the Dursley's were right. I am a freak."

Victor growled, and I shrank back. "You are not a freak. Just being different doesn't make you that. Yo are unique. And that's good. The frails only stare because you're different, and they don't understand. And you can ignore whatever those Dursley's said. They're not even remotely powerful from what I understand. They aren't mutants, or magic. They aren't worth giving the time of day. Hunting them down, and giving them a good scare before you kill them however…" He trailed off as if going over a plan in his head. Then he looked me in the eye. "You're a Creed. You don't need to be bothered with what others think of you. Family is all that matters. Understand?"

I looked at him for a moment, and then sat up and hugged him. I felt him stiffen momentarily, before he relaxed and hugged me back. "Now, get some sleep. I'm guessing that getting all those things removed is going to be tiring at the least." He said, pulling away.

I nodded, and then he stood up, ruffled my hair, and left the room. I watched the door with narrow eyes as I ran my fingers through my messed up hair. I stood up and went over to my bag. I pulled out a pair of pyjamas, and then climbed into bed. I closed my eyes, and let myself drift to sleep.

The room was dark, and there were many cloaked and masked figures standing in front of me, no, not me, Voldemort. I was seeing through his eyes again. I saw as two people walked forward. I recognised them immediately. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. When they stopped in front of Voldemort/me I heard Voldemort's cold, high pitched voice.

"You are here to accept my mark. Bare your left arms." He said.

"You're kidding, right?" Draco asked. "You want to brand us like cattle?"

"Sod that." Blaise muttered. "You can take your damn mark and shove it up your-" he was cut off, however, when Voldemort cast a Crucio on him.

Bellatrix moved forward and hit Draco with one as well. Both of them were on the floor, writhing on the floor in agony. The two curses were let up after a minute. Both boys remained on the floor. I noticed that neither Voldemort nor his Death Eaters noticed them reaching towards their necks.

"Now, have you reconsidered?" Voldemort asked.

"Our answer is still the same." Draco said.

"Adios, Asshole." Blaise said. With that, the two activated the portkey's around their neck, and they disappeared. Voldemort flew into a rage, Crucioing Death Eaters, and yelling; "FIND THEM!"

I pulled myself out of his head, and sat up in bed, gasping, and holding my head, which was in agony. I had to know though. I had to know if the spell worked. I climbed out of bed, and staggered to the door. I used the wall to support my weight, and walked to the stairs. As I reached the top, I heard Blaise's voice say; "I don't think this is Private Drive, Draco."

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