Author's note:
Second chapter hope you guys like it, it is longer than the first and I plan on getting the third up shortly.
Also I just wanted to thank Gurgaraneth for my first ever review:))))) thanks:D
Italics for Harri's thoughts
Chapter Two: Revelations
When Harri awoke she was on the floor. She blinked, her mind fuzzy and she attempted to sort through the happenings of the previous night. "Bloody hell", she mumbled to herself pressing a hand to her head in attempt to soothe the splitting headache cutting through her brain. She froze when she realized she couldn't bring her hand to her head. Her hand was gone.
She looked down. There on the floor, a surprisingly short distance from her face, was a small, obsidian black paw. She took deep breathes trying to remain calm. This is a dream, this has to be a dream. There is no way this is real. When I wake up everything will still be completely normal. Just fingers, and toes and the wretched Dursleys making my perfectly human self miserable. Everything is fine. She closed her eyes and opened them again, squeezing them as tight as she could. She would pinch herself if she could. Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me. The terrible, horrible, wretched Potter luck. I hate my life. She sighed, deciding to face reality. So this is really happening. Okay. This is fine. I can do this. I just need to tell Dumbledore, he will fix this. It's going to be okay.
With those thoughts on the surface of her mind Harri attempted to get up. She gave a strangled sort of yelp at the pain ripping through her body when she moved. Pushing past it— she had been through much worse than this— Harri stumbled her way to her feet. Her four feet. What the hell is happening?! What am I?! What happened to me?! Steeling herself— she would not cry. She wouldn't— Harri shuffled forward, terribly off balance and swaying from the pain. She needed to make her way to her desk, she needed to send a letter to Dumbledore. Everything was going quite well, painful and slow, but she was getting there. Until she tripped over the loose floorboard and went sprawling down in a painful heap. She let out a strangled yelp at the agony that shot from the tips of her toes all the way to the tip of her tail (which she is still unaware of). But no pain could compare to the icy fear that shot through her body when she heard the awful barking belonging to only one possible dog and the terrible thumping of footsteps. The terror drowned out the screeches of,"Freak! What are you doing up there?! Shut the hell up before I come up there and bloody well make you!" This was because she had forgotten. Aunt Marge was coming today. And by the sound of it, she was here.