Harry sighed as he laid in is bed after the meeting with Scales. Looking at the ceiling of his four-poster bed, he closed his eyes. It was a great first day, in his opinion. Three new teachers, a new sister, new magic, new creatures and rules. And apparently a mass murderer hellbent on killing Harry. Sounds like a great year in the life of Harry Potter.
He snorted a bit, putting his hands behind his head. He takes off his glasses, which he replaced the presription lenses for thick glass that look like his old ones, because his eye sight improved greatly when he got his Animagus form.
He hums as he closes his eyes, about to drift off to sleep.
When he opened them again, he was in a forest, obviously untouched by mankind. The plants lifted their massive heads up to the sky. The tallest one was easily five miles tall. He looked around. It was dark, barely any sunlight hitting the ground floor. Well, it wasn't really ground. It was more of… murky water and mud. There were insects everywhere, buzzing around and being annoying in the humid heat. And it smelled of algae. From these things, Harry assumed he was in a swamp.
He decided to explore a bit, so he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Until, he heard the familiar thumps of his beast running towards him. He turns to the sound, watching the great creature come closer. When it stopped in front of him, it kneeled, bowing both of it's great heads. He set the palms of his hands to the top of their heads. When he does, there's a bright flash and a scene change.
He sees the faces of many women flashing in front of his vision. He saw a woman with pink hair, Hermione, a woman with short black hair, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Lupin, two women who looked similar, except for their hair and their eyes, one having brown hair with a white streak in it, the other being pitch black, Jackie, a woman with long blonde hair, Molly Weasley. After he saw Molly Weasley's face, the scene changed again with a flash of white.
He saw a man who had long, shaggy hair, thick, dark bags under his eyes, and it looked like he hasn't eaten in years. He spoke, but it was very cryptic. "Harry. I just wanted to say that I'm proud. Don't believe what most say about me. I would never betray your parents, and I only wish to protect you. Seek out Pettigrew. He's the culprit" when he finished, the dream ended with a flash of light.
He winced as the curtains of his four-poster bed opened. The sunlight glared into his sensitive eyes, making him shield them with his eyes. He heard Ron call to him, telling him that he's going to miss breakfast and the assigning of the class schedules. Reluctantly, he got out of bed, confused at the dreams. He understood seeing his beast, but why did it show those women? And who was that man who spoke to him? Who's Pettigrew?
(A/N): I'm sorry to inform you, but this story is going to be on Temporary Hiatus, as I'm having writer's block on this story, though not any others. When I write more chapters, I will upload them.