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In Harry's fifth and sixth years he had a secret project. A project that he didn't even tell his two best friends about. Every spare moment he stole away from his friends to work on it.

He was becoming an animagus. Like his father. Like Sirius.

He worked hard. He spent many long nights in the library trying to scrounge up any information he could about the transformation. He even snuck into the restricted section and found nothing.

In a moment of desperation, on a Hosmeade weekend Harry broke many school rules when he fooed to Diagon Ally. No bookstore in the alley had what he needed. So he went to Knocturn alley. There in a small bookshop he found what he was looking for The lost art of the Animagi by Caprica Black.

Upon his return to school he spent the rest of the weekend holed up in an abandoned classroom reading the book cover to cover. He needed to wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend to buy the ingredients for the animagus revealing potion.

One did not get to choose their animal.

After an excruciating month and a half wait for a Hodsmeade weekend and for the brewing time, Harry found himself in another empty room. With a transfigured mirror right next to him, Harry was ready.

Tipping the potion back, Harry glugged down the disgusting liquid.

Wait ten seconds, and then for one second your form is revealed.

As he drew closer to the change he felt a tingling sensation building in his nose. At first he thought it was the transformation, but as time drew on he realized what it was; He was about to sneeze! Shit! Just as he made the transformation he let out a loud sneeze and in doing so closed his eyes.

He only got a very short glimpse at his form.

SHIT! FUCK!!!

It had… Feathers? Yes, Feathers! So something that can fly? YES! That is so awesome!!

Quickly forgetting his sneeze, he was reinvigorated by the fact that he was a bird. He worked extra hard for the next year.

The book told him to start transfiguring himself a little at a time. So he did.

His feet turned into that of some big birds. His arms turned into great wings. His legs and torso turned into that of a large bird.

The neck and head were last, and if the book was to be believed, then they were also the hardest to do.

It took him three months, but one night he just had a feeling. This would be the night. Tonight he would become a full-fledged animagus! Like dad! Like Sirius! They would be so proud!

As he tried the last part of his transformation he closed his eyes to help him concentrate. He felt his skin and bones stretching to accommodate his new form. It was done.

He flipped his eyes open feeling such joy; only to feel complete devastation just seconds later. His Father and Sirius would not be 'proud' they would be 'laughing their asses off'.

A Turkey?! He's a fucking… Turkey?

FUCK!!

He could have waited to brew another revealing potion. He could have trained in something that would actually give him a leg up in the war, but he wanted to be an animagus because it sounded cool.

…But then again, wizards are stupid.