December 28th

'Ouch!'

That was all than ran through Harry's head when the paint capsule hit his face shield. The colour splashed over the thick plastic, making it hard to see. He wiped it onto his sleeve carelessly. He was becoming as colourful as a rainbow anyway.

He walked slowly with his hands raised to show everyone he was just clearing out of the playfield. In the observation room upstairs he sat down heavily. He was the first one out this time.

Harry frowned. He had always thought himself to be agile, fast enough to outrun Dudley and his gang, fast enough to outfly anyone at Hogwarts, quick enough to hold his own in a duel against a Slytherin. Here he was starting to doubt himself. Out of the six games, he had never been the last one 'standing'. Usually he got shot somewhere in the middle, as the third, or fourth one.

Everyone seemed to be equally quick, and shot comparably well. Some, such as Eda, were better at picking their hiding spots. Some were moving between spots more smoothly, as Pavel and Chris. Snape and Andy seemed to even have some kind of strategy involved, and they somehow were able to guess – or sense? – where the other players were.

Discouraging, really.

He intently followed the movements downstairs. As he was a good six or seven meters above, he could see everyone in the huge hall, mostly even those hidden behind the obstacles. He sought out Snape with his eyes, determined to figure out how to emulate him. As disgusting as it sounded, the facts stood clear. Snape won four games out of five, and as he just shot Chris and Andy, he was well on his way to winning this round too.

It was enlightening to see the difference between a duel and a "real" fight where there were multiple opponents hidden at various places, and changing those randomly.

Harry was obviously failing in this mock fight. To be honest with himself, he didn't think he could stand his ground in a duel against Snape either. How was he supposed to kill Voldemort again?

"Hi," Andy greeted him brightly from the doorway of the observation room, and proceeded to sit beside Harry. His dark eyes scanned the space bellow.

"Dad's something, right?" He remarked contentedly. He apparently hadn't felt any of the self-doubts Harry was suffering.

Why should he, though? Harry reminded himself, surprising himself with the level of bitterness he suddenly felt. It wasn't as if Andy was supposed to vanquish a madman. No, he was free to admire his father and mother, and live his perfect life.

Harry sighed. He knew he was being unjust, and Andy deserved better from him.

The teen in question turned his dark eyes to Harry's face. "Something the matter?"

Harry shrugged. What could he say? I'm just a jealous prat, and I envy your everything? Gods, Harry felt disgusting. He was thinking like Ron at his worst!

Andy sat straighter. "Are you hurt?"

"No," Harry assured him immediately. Then he admitted sheepishly, "No, I'm okay, really. Just – that sounds stupid, really," he scratched his head, "I guess I'm feeling, er, inadequate."

"Inadequate," Andy echoed pensively. Harry was grateful that there was no trace of disbelief or mocking in Andy's voice. He felt the boy was honestly thinking about Harry's feelings.

'Thinking about Harry's feelings,' a voice in his head mocked, 'so what are you now, an emo teenage girl? Tomorrow you can go have a chat with Lavender in Puddifoot's!' Surprisingly, this inner voice sounded more like Ron than like Snape.

Maybe I'm really losing it?

"Why do you feel inadequate?" Andy asked for clarification, and it further confirmed that Harry weren't being rational.

Harry reddened. He felt rather silly, and he better kept his eyes trained anywhere else but Andy's face. He tried to explain, "Well, yeah. I mean, it's not just my pride wounded, it's that- you know the Prophecy."

Harry glanced at the other boy and found him staring back. He was doing rather poor job at explaining, he guessed. He tried again, "If I'm killed as the first one, then, according to the Prophecy, everyone is doomed."

He wanted Andy to say something and at the same time he feared his reaction. The teen was frowning pensively.

Before he responded, though, the door opened and Chris came in. Harry suddenly wondered where she had been; she had left the field practically the same time as Andy. Then he noticed her slightly wet hands and sniffed a sweet soapy smell. She probably stopped at Ladies room, Harry guessed.

"I've had enough!" Chris announced firmly, her mouth set.

Andy's face showed astonishment, and Harry was sure he looked the same.

"I've had enough of being shot in the beginning," Chris clarified. "Next time we eliminate Severus together, and then we can have a nice proper fight."

Andy grinned. "Plan?"

It showed out that Chris indeed had a plan.

"I'm going for that dark-blue blob in the middle, you, Andy, get the stone one on the right, and you, Harry, use that smaller wooden one further on the right. That will force Severus to take that concrete pillar over there," she indicated a grey pillar. "I'll pretend to go to the left, counter-clock around the blob, Severus'll have to step out to have a good shot at me. When he does, he should be opened for Andy to attack. In case he shoots me, then you, Andy are the lamb, and Harry shoots."

Harry blinked a few times, trying to imagine it all. It felt like an avalanche of instruction. "Okay," he nodded finally. "I got it."

"All clear," Andy agreed. Then he grinned, "Are you sure you don't want the first shot, Harry?"

"Do I look suicidal to you?" Harry grinned back, his good mood restored. Chris was as sick of being shot out of a game by Snape just as he was, and it made Harry feel better about it.

"After Severus is down, all bets are off." Chris warned. "Now, change of topic."

They could see that Snape had already decimated the rest of his off-spring, and they were going back together.

Harry's eyes met Andy's. He definitely didn't want to go back to their previous conversation. "So," he asked quickly, "what's everyone's Animagus form?"

He couldn't believe he slept through the whole evening, and missed taking the potion.

"I'm an arctic wolf," Andy smiled, looking proud of his form. Harry could relate to it, definitely. He wouldn't say no to a wolf either. As animals went, wolves were pretty cool. "Kolya is a fox. Eda is an oriole - that's a bird - and Pavel is a lizard. And it's a good thing you asked here, because the babies haven't got enough magic for their forms to be revealed yet, so it's better not to breach the topic in front of them."

"That sucks," Harry immediately felt sorry for the small boys.

"They were really disappointed. You're lucky you were asleep and didn't see the scene." Andy winced in remembrance.

"It must be a hell of a pressure," Harry observed with great sympathy, "to wait to see if they turn magical as the rest of the family or not."

"And our family won't get rid of them if they turn squibs," Andy remarked, "Imagine their position if they are born into snob families who won't want anything in common with a squib offspring."

"They kill them?" Harry asked in horrified revulsion.

"Not much anymore these days," Chris answered instead of her son. "They hide them at home, or give them in to an orphanage. A friend of mine even organises adoptions to the Muggle word. It's really rare when a child suddenly has a mortal 'accident'" – she made quote marks with her fingers just the way Hermione sometimes did – "after they failed to be delivered their Durmstrang letter."

By that time Snape and the rest of the boys joined them. Snape looked sweaty but content. Harry guessed that shooting Harry 'dead' – repeatedly - was Snape's life-dream coming true.

"Two more games before the time is up?" Chris asked no-one in particular.

She got nods and affirmatives from everyone.

"We could go and talk it through over a pizza or two afterwards," Pavel suggested.

"Why not?" Chris agreed. "It'll be better not to antagonise the babies with discussing fun they had missed."

They headed back to the play room, Andy discreetly nodding at Harry. Harry just blinked at the teen, not daring to nod in front of Snape's trained-spy attention.

ssSSss

"Well done, boys," Chris praised them, when Harry and Andy come to the observation room as the last ones.

It was Andy who won, but Harry felt it was by pure chance, as it just as easily could have been him. Snape was the first one to go – this and last round as well - just as Chris had planned. Having the hated wizard eliminated from the games improved Harry's mood immensely.

Snape scowled at his wife, "It was your plan, wasn't it."

Chris smiled sweetly at him, not bothering to deny his accusation. Harry glanced at Andy, and they both grinned.

"I might have known," Snape complained without any real malice.

"I'm surprised you haven't realised the complot after the previous game, darling. Tssk, tssk, slipping, aren't you?" Chris teased.

"You little minx," Snape mock glared at his wife, not bothering to hide his affection. Harry bet that had it been him who originated the plan, Snape would kill him with an untraceable, yet incredibly painful potion. Chris setting it up just made Snape feel proud for having such a great wife.

Harry suddenly wondered why Snape hadn't left Britain, hadn't changed his name and started a new life after Voldemort's first demise. Of course, Harry wasn't suicidal enough to ask, but he was dying to know why Snape rather stayed away from the woman he so loved. It was clear that he valued his family above everything else, but he had stayed separated from them for years and years, keeping the job that he so openly detested. Talk about weird.

"You could have made your pact too," Chris pointed out, "It's not my problem that you prefer to operate alone."

Snape didn't respond to that, and if it was anyone else, Harry would say they were pouting.

"Time is nearly up," Chris remarked. "We call it an end or are we going one last game?"

They were lucky, and nobody came to join them even for the last two hours for which they hadn't had the field booked exclusively. Or maybe it wasn't all that lucky, Harry mused. Maybe if they played as a whole group against another group of strangers, they might have really big fun.

"Why don't we split up into two groups?" Andrei suggested as if he heard Harry's musings. "Harry and I will be captains."

"Why not?" Chris agreed.

"Why you?" Pavel objected at the same time, in true brother's fashion.

"Because it was my idea in the first place," Andy brushed his younger brother off. "I pick Mum. Your pick?" He turned to Harry.

Harry glared at the teen. Why the hell didn't he pick his father? Snape was the best, and Andrei was very well aware of it! Knowing Andy, he made it intentionally to force Harry to choose Snape. Why couldn't the git stop trying to force Snape and Harry to reconcile?

"I take Snape," Harry mumbled unhappily. He was half the mind to pick Kolya instead, but Snape was so much better. If Andy had both of his parents on his side, Harry's team wouldn't need to bother to get to the playfield at all.

"Kolya," Andy called immediately, pretending Harry picking Snape wasn't a big deal.

"Eda," Harry decided Eduard was a bit better than his brother.

"What about me?" Pavel asked. "Do I get to pick the side?"

"Rock-paper-scissors?" Harry suggested.

Andy nodded, and soon Pavel joined Andy's team.

"Two minutes to make a strategy?" Chris suggested.

"Sure," Harry agreed, motioning his team to the corner of the room, whilst Andy led his own out of the door.

Harry turned to Snape and asked nonchalantly, "I bet Chris would make their strategy, and you know her the best. So, what are we gonna do?"

Snape looked a bit surprised by the prompt, but it was always hard to tell with Snape. Maybe the git was only fighting with himself not to explain Harry in detail how stupid, irritating and inadequate he found him, and his father, at that.

"Seeing that we're still here, and they are not, I'd wager my wife already placed the other team behind the obstacles." Snape as usual managed to state his opinion in a way that implied it was all Harry's fault.

"So we just go in and shoot everything that moves?" Harry asked doubtfully. It felt unusually sneaky from Chris. "Was she a Slytherin?"

"Ravenclaw," Snape frowned at him. "And essentially yes. You'll go first."

"Ta so very much," Harry grumbled, put back on his helmet, and checked that his weapon was ready.

Snape sighed, as if pained, and informed him. "I was joking. Eduard, you'll go first. Prepare yourself to be shot nearly immediately. Potter, you'll have a few seconds to find out from which places they're firing."

Without waiting to enjoy Harry's surprised face and owlish blinking, the wizard left the room.

ssSSss

By the time they got to a pizzeria they were starving. Harry was still devouring bread with a herb-flavoured kind of butter they had got for starters, when the waitress brought soups.

He ate silently, content with listening to the boys discussing the paintball games with Snape. It seemed that there was much more strategy included that he had reckoned. He definitely needed to get a book on strategy. The problem was, the number of topics and books he needed to study asap was getting out of hand. Defence, Occlumency, Animagia, and now strategy; Harry felt stupid for not studying all of this sooner. And angry with Dumbledore for not teaching him all of this, for hiring crappy teachers, and for forcing him on Snape for Occlumency lessons.

"You don't have to eat the soup if you don't like it," Chris' gentle voice cut into his angry musings.

He blinked at her owlishly, only slowly realising the meaning of her words. "Oh, no, I like it, it's good, really." And it really was. Some kind of crème with mushrooms in it.

"You looked distinctly unhappy," Chris remarked. "If it's not the food, then, what's bothering you?"

"Er- Nothing. I was just thinking." Harry was careful not to look at Snape. He knew it was a lame answer, and he was sure the foul wizard would have a field day with it.

Surprisingly, Snape stayed silent, and it was Chris again who asked. "How did you like the paintball, then?"

"It was pretty interesting," Harry answered honestly. Upon seeing her to look expectant, he elaborated, "It was a great present, thank you."

Chris waved his gratitude aside. "I wasn't fishing for thanks. I was more hoping to hear if it gave you something, beside of fun, of course. Not as if it wasn't enough to have fun."

"Professional deformation," Kolya informed him in stage whisper, grinning, "once a teacher, always a teacher."

Harry grinned against his will. He told Chris honestly, "I had a problem with keeping track of who was where, and where they could have possibly moved before I got to them."

Chris nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Also, I realised I needed to learn more about strategy. I guess I just went to the field without any plan," he glanced at Snape, who, Harry was sure, went always in with a plan or two.

"We could play Battlefield sometime," Chris suggested. At Harry's questioning gaze, she explained, "it's a wizarding board game. There are a few variants of landscapes, and various kinds of warriors - wizards, knights, riders and walking ones, peasants with home-made weapons, and so on."

"It's fun," Andy assured him. "Much bigger fun than chess."

"I'm not very good at chess," Harry admitted, pushing his glassed up his nose. He supposed he should get rid of this nervous gesture.

"Just wait and see," Andy told him. "It's different than chess because you can move your figures or troops simultaneously, or split them or regroup, there are not set rules for moving like in chess."

It sounded fun to Harry. He doubted he would be very good at it, but hopefully he would learn a trick or two about tactics, and he wouldn't have to add another book to his readings.

ssSSss

Their pizzas – and Snape's steak, and Chris' chicken salat – were soon on the table. Harry fell completely in love with the food, devouring it with abandon.

"You look as if you never had a pizza before," Pavel teased.

Harry shrugged. He hadn't, but he didn't feel like sharing the information. He slowed down his eating. After all he wouldn't want Snape to comment on his table manners.

"He has to cram himself now as not to be hungry during his afternoon nap," Nicolay joined in, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"Yeah, if you move your curfew two more times, you'll sleep around the day," Eduard added with a Snape-like smirk.

"Maybe my Animagus form hibernates," Harry shrugged, not bothered by their jokes. He definitely preferred it to being walked around on eggshells.

"Maybe it's a snake and you'll have to be re-sorted into Slytherin," Pavel grinned. "Dad will be so happy."

Harry swallowed the piece of pizza he had in his mouth, deliberately washed away the crumbs with his Coca-Cola, and then stuck out his tongue at Pavel.

"Oh, look, he's prickly!" Eda laughed. "He's gonna be a hedgehog!"

"Okay, enough of that," Chris reprimanded, smiling. "Let Harry breathe."

Harry, for his part, felt oddly touched by the fact that Andy didn't join the teasing crowd. The teen had really a Huffle-Puff-ish loyality in him. Harry wished Ron was more like Andy. With this disturbing thought, he once again felt a pang of pain over losing his former best friend.

Andrei, who was sitting next to him, bowed his head near to Harry's ear and as if to prove Harry right, he asked silently, "You okay there?"

Harry nodded at him, gratefully. "I've been thinking how much fun it would be if you, guys, went to Hogwarts." Well, that was close enough to truth, anyway.

"Maybe it would be more fun if you went to Durmstrang," Kolya countered. "If nothing else, we have a superb Defence and Combat teacher." He raised his glass of Coca-Cola towards his mother.

"I second that," Snape raised his wine glass to his wife, who raised hers. The glasses made a gentle sound when they touched, and Snape and Chris gazed into each other eyes with love that made Harry's chest hurt.

It was all too surreal.

He shook his head. "I can't believe nobody at Hogwarts has a clue about this," he voiced his thought before he had managed to censure it.

"Apart from Minerva," Andy reminded him. "And Dumbledore."

"And Draco," Kolya added.

"The ferret knows?" Harry blurted out in pure astonishment.

Andy snorted, Pavel choked on his pizza, and Kolya wasn't faring much better. Eda was laughing so hard, that Snape had to take his glass of juice out of his hand so he wouldn't spill it.

"Yes, my Godson knows," Snape emphasized.

"Er- sorry," Harry apologised quickly, not daring to look the man in the eyes.

"And he had always been a perfectly mannered guest," Snape continued as if he didn't hear him.

Harry wondered if there was a silent 'unlike you, Potter' or not. There probably was.

Suddenly he sat straight, horrified. "He's not visiting this Christmas, is he?"

Eduard laughed again.

Snape voiced an exasperated, "No."

At the same time Kolya exclaimed, "Boo hoo! Scary ferret's coming to get you!" Kolya went as far as making a funny face at Harry.

Even Andy laughed this time. Harry smiled, for some unknown reason feeling lighter. Maybe upon learning the holidays could be even worse, if Malfoy was added into the equation. Ugh.

He managed to finish his pizza without making himself a laughing stock again. The other boys started talking about deserts. Harry was torn. He would love to taste one, but he had just realised that Snape would have to pay for his meal – he guessed he should have thought about it sooner. Having a desert would mean spending even more of the wizard's money, so it didn't seem prudent. Still, all the amazing Italian words the boys were exchanging, like Panna Cotta, Crème Brulle, Tiramisu, or even a cheesecake sounded so appetizing!

"What are you having for desert?" Pavel asked him. Harry thought the boy was already smirking, expecting some new laughing session.

"I don't know," Harry said truthfully.

"What's your favourite?" Pavel insisted.

Harry just shrugged. He couldn't – wouldn't – admit he had no clue how all the sweets looked and tasted like. Unsurprisingly, help came from Andy's side.

"Let's go to have a look at the display," Andy suggested, and stood up. Harry gratefully followed him to a round glass box, that was slowly turning around, with some lovely cakes the House-Elves wouldn't have to be ashamed off.

"What do you think?" Andy asked. "I think I'll have a Sacher." He pointed his long slender finger at a dark chocolate cake covered in dark chocolate crust.

"This one looks good, too," Harry pointed at another cake that also appeared to consist primarily of dark chocolate.

"Mum can make this Chocolate cake even better. You'll see; she'll make it for Dad's birthday; she always does as it's his favourite."

"Snape's got a birthday?" Harry balked at the thought. He had already ruined Snape's Christmas, and now the man would have to suffer him for his Birth-Day celebration. It would be a one hell lot to pay for in the rest of the school year.

Kolya, who joined them unnoticed, laughed just behind his back, making Harry jump. "Sure he's got a birthday. Did you think we bought him in a supermarket?"

"What did we buy in a supermarket?" Pavel, reaching them, inquired, corners of his thin lips already lifting in an anticipatory grin.

"Dad, apparently," Kolya informed him, having hard time to keep his face straight. Harry felt like groaning. He resolved, from now on, he would keep his mouth shut.

"What kind of mushrooms were on your pizza?" Pavel laughed at his older sibling.

"Hurry up, pick the dessert already. If we don't get home soon, the babies will be pissed off," Andy shooed them with the gesture of his hands as one would do with a flock of hens. Then he turned back to return to their table.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled, following him. He thought Andy seemed to be weary, and wondered if it was for the constant defending the boy thought Harry needed.

"They don't mean it bad," Andy assured him softly, lifting Harry's fears. "They just don't know when to stop."

"It's alright," Harry sighed. "I'll just need to think before I speak."

"Hear, hear," Snape, who apparently overheard his last sentence, remarked.

"Yes, just like that," Harry mumbled dryly, sitting down. Andy snorted, and clapped his back amicably.

"The Sacher looks good, Dad," he informed his sire.

"I will have one, then," the wizard announced contentedly. He turned to his wife, "What are you having?"

"Ice-cream in coffee, I guess," Chris answered, brushing her hand over Snape's minutely. "You, Harry?"

"I think I'll try Tiramisu," Harry told her, his eyes straying shyly to Snape, waiting for his reaction. He was pretty sure Snape wouldn't forbid him to order anything when his family was present. The man didn't seem to care either way, but then again, it was always hard to tell with Snape.

"I'll have Tiramisu as well," Eda agreed.

"Me too," Pavel joined them at the table. "Kolya's decided for the cheesecake."

The Tiramisu was splendid. Harry tried to imagine himself in a pizzeria with Hermione. Next summer. She would be wearing a t-shirt or maybe a summer dress with straps. Either way, Harry's eyes would be straying to her chest all too often. She would be licking a cake from her spoon, and Harry's mind would be too occupied with the unbearable sensuality of it to hear anything of her prattle about Italy, desserts, and history. He felt incredibly wistful.

ssSSss

The smallest twins jumped Snape immediately when he entered the changing room.

"You've been ages!" Sasha pouted. "Ages and ages!"

"Yeah," his little brother waved his little arms in agitated rounds, one of them nearly collided with Snape's nose. "Ages! And Aunt Minnie only took us outside in the morning."

"Yeah, and kids are supposed to be outside lots to get lots of fresh air, to be healthy," Sasha admonished his parents, his chubby forefinger raised.

Harry hid his grin behind his gloved hand. He thought that Snape being 'berated' by the little boys was the funniest thing ever.

"I suppose I should rectify that immediately?" Snape asked his son seriously. The babies nodded vigorously.

Chris, who had shed her outer clothes in the meantime, held out her hand for the boys. "Let's get you in the warm clothes fast, then. You can be outside for about one hour before it gets too cold." She led them away.

Harry decided he liked the little twins. He hoped they lured Snape away as often as possible. Whilst they were outside, he would try to have a chat with McGonagall.

Luck was on his side, it seemed. His Transfiguration teacher was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Hello, Ma'am," he approached her shyly. He knew she kind of liked him, because he was a Gryffindor, and because she had liked his parents too. In the other hand, she hadn't really seen him in his best here.

"Mr. Potter," to Harry's relief, she answered pleasantly enough.

"I- " he hesitated. "Do you think I could talk to you? Er… Privately?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter," her strict wrinkled face softened. She attempted to get up. Her face distorted in pain. She moaned. She started falling to the ground.

Harry jumped to help her.

"Professor! Are you okay?" His raised voice broke in a funny way, but he hardly noticed.

"Are you okay?" He repeated in panic. It was like the Fawkes incident back in his second year. With his help, McGonagall lowered herself carefully back of the couch. "Can I help you?"

Snape and Chris both burst into the room, followed by the rest of the household. Harry felt too relieved to worry about Snape accusing him of anything.

"Minerva?" Chris' voice carried her worry.

"I'm fine, my dear," McGonagall assured her. "Or I will be if you have some of the Severus' painkilling potion."

"I'll retrieve it," Snape announced and hurried upstairs, bits of snow dribbling from his outer shoes.

"Are you sure?" Chris insisted.

"It's just my hip, Chris. I'm fine," McGonagall insisted. "I obviously overdid it with all the snow fun in the morning."

"I'll bring tea," Chris didn't look entirely convinced. Despite her announcement, she went first to a cabinet in the left corner of the room, retrieved a thick woollen blanket, that she spread over Minerva's legs and waist.

Minerva patted her hand gently. "Tea sounds good. And bring some hot chocolate for Mr. Potter. He looks awfully pale."

"You scared the day-lights out of me," he admitted honestly. Maybe too honestly, he relalised. He tried to grin at her, but he was afraid it came out more like a grimace.

Damn it. He knew McGonagall was old. She had already been when he met her when he started Hogwarts. Really old, like old old. He had just never realised that she was in the dying old category! Suddenly, he couldn't breathe. He felt like fainting or being sick on the carpet. He mumbled something, even himself not understanding the words, and fled upstairs. On his way he brushed around Snape who was returning with a potion vial.

ssSSss

Predictably, it was Andy who came to check on Harry, some twenty minutes later.

Harry looked up from the book he was reading, and forestalled any questions, saying, "I'm okay. Sorry, I freaked out. Not used to nearly fainting ladies," he added with self-depreciating laugh.

"Hey, man, let's cheer you up," Andy grinned at him, "let's go and find your Animagus form.

Harry perked up. With the babies outside with Snape… He jumped up eagerly. "Lead the way."

Andy opened the door to the Chris and Snape's workroom.

Harry stopped dead. "Are you sure Snape won't mind?"

"I'm sure," Andy answered simply.

Harry swallowed and nodded. He followed the other teen to the worktable. On the shelf above stood a few vials. Andy took one.

He motioned Harry towards the comfy looking sofa in the corner under a window. "It'll be better if you lay down. You are supposed to close your eyes, and your animal form will show like a visual. Moving and all. It can be dizzying."

Harry obeyed. He laid down, eagerly downed the vial, and closed his eyes.

At first, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. There was water. Some plants. Huge canebrakes, and some cattails. Something small and fast was zooming around them. Was it a snitch? Then he recognised it. His breath hitched. He watched his animal form mesmerized. Maybe he should be disappointed, because it wasn't anything big and mighty. But somehow it felt just right. The view started fading.

Harry opened his eyes and gave Andy a huge smile. "I'm a dragonfly!"