She was explaining the celebration-
"Dumbledore named Fawkes after who?!"
-when lightning cracked through the air. Without a word they all moved.
"Amato Animo Animato Animagus," three voices chanted in unison, once more.
She drank the blood-red potion, and-
Fire.
Burning.
SPREADING.
COURSING.
-collapsed to the ground.
Her body pounded with pain, concentrating down to a point, a heartbeat. She breathed and let go.
.
.
.
She blinked at the Owl staring down at her, before a yip had her glancing at a Husky that Padfoot was desperately trying to sniff.
Childlike wonder filled her body as she spread her wings.