Harry Potter and the whimsical drabbles

by slytherinsal

Herein one or two one-shots, to which I may add more if the mood takes me, which cover the monsters from the id or other such trash which seem like a good idea at 3am when woken by drunks/cats/bladder/toasted cheese lying heavy

8. Chapter 8

"Um, guys, I think I found my animagus form. But you aren't going to like it."

"What, you ended up as a butterfly?" joked Ron.

"Er ... no,"

"You're a rat? Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, almost anything but that ..." Hermione was hyperventilating.

"'Mione! For goodness sake! Breathe! No, I'm not a rat."

"Well what are you?" asked Ron.

Harry bit his lip.

"You know you can be any normal animal, right?" he said.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione sounded judgemental. "Are you telling us you have managed to break all the usual magical laws and become a magical animal? What are you? A phoenix?"

"Hermione! Will you stop second-guessing me!" shouted Harry. "No, I'm not a magical animal. I'm a normal non magical animal."

"Well, what's the problem, mate?" asked Ron. "I don't have to worry about you being a blast-ended screwt and setting fire to the curtains if you change in a bad dream."

Harry sighed.

"I don't think anyone informed magic that the animal had to be from the modern era, or one which isn't extinct," he said.

"Harry! What are you saying?" demanded Hermione.

"I appear to be Tyrannosaurus Rex," said Harry.

"Well, mate, that'd be the power the dark lord knows not," said Ron. "Digestion!"

They threw cushions at him.