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As the dinner bell rang, the Great Hall filled with the sounds of chatter and clinking silverware. Susan and Hannah, inspired by Harry and his friends' efforts during lunch to bridge the gap between houses, decided to take a similar approach.
They gathered their friends, Justin, Lily Moon, and Ernie, and made their way to the Gryffindor table.
"Mind if we join you?" Susan asked, smiling at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville.
"Not at all," Harry replied, welcoming them. "We're glad you took our lead from lunch."
Hannah chuckled. "We figured, why not? It's about time we broke down some barriers."
The group settled in, and the conversation flowed easily as they discussed their first day at Hogwarts.
"How was your first day?" Lily Moon asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Eventful," Ron said, grinning. "We had a run-in with Filch."
Justin chuckled. "Sounds like you're already making friends."
Ernie, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "I think we all can relate to that."
Hermione smiled. "It's nice to see students from different houses mingling."
Susan nodded. "We should do this more often. It's amazing how much we have in common."
As they enjoyed their dinner, the conversation turned to more lighthearted topics - Quidditch, favorite subjects, and summer vacations.
"I'm so excited for the Quidditch tryouts," Susan said, her eyes shining.
"I'm going to try out for Beater," Justin announced.
Harry smiled. "I'll be trying out for Seeker."
Hermione added, " Remember first years cannot join the team. "
The evening wore on, filled with warmth and camaraderie.
"This is exactly what Hogwarts needs," Neville said. "Unity."
Ron nodded in agreement. "We're stronger together."
As the dinner drew to a close, the group reluctantly said their goodbyes, promising to meet up again soon.
"Let's make this a regular thing," Hannah suggested.
"Definitely," Harry agreed. "We'll have to plan something soon."
After dinner, the first-year Gryffindors gathered in their cozy common room, lounging on plush couches and chairs. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, and Sally were all seated together, enthusiastically recounting their first day at Hogwarts.
"I'm still on a high from the sorting ceremony," Parvati said, her eyes sparkling. "Me too!" Lavender agreed. "I was so nervous, but as soon as the Sorting Hat shouted 'Gryffindor', I knew I was home."
Seamus chuckled. "I thought I'd get sorted into Slytherin, but I guess I'm braver than I thought." Dean grinned. "You're definitely brave, Seamus. You tackled that treacle tart at dinner like a pro."
The group erupted into laughter. "What was your favorite part of the day?" Ron asked, turning to Harry.
"I think it was meeting Dumbledore," Harry said. "He's really impressive." Hermione nodded. "And Fawkes, his phoenix, is stunning."
Neville spoke up, "I'm just glad we're all in this together. It's less intimidating with friends." Sally smiled. "Definitely. I was worried I'd get lost on the way to class."
Lavender reassured her. "Don't worry, Sally. We'll stick together." As the conversation flowed, the group discussed their first impressions of professors, classes, and the castle.
"Do you think we'll really learn how to cast spells?" Parvati asked. "Of course, we will!" Hermione replied. "Professor Flitwick seems like a great teacher."
The evening wore on, filled with laughter, excitement, and camaraderie. "This is going to be an amazing year," Seamus said, grinning. The group nodded in agreement, already forming strong bonds that would last a lifetime.
After their lively discussion, Ron suggested a change of pace. "Who's up for a game of Exploding Snap?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The others eagerly agreed, and they spent the next hour laughing and competing in intense games of Exploding Snap.
"Ha! I won this round!" Seamus exclaimed, raking in the cards.
"No way, I was robbed!" Dean protested, grinning.
Parvati chuckled. "You're just sore because Seamus beat you."
As the evening wore on, the games grew more heated, with cards flying everywhere and occasional explosions echoing through the room.
Finally, after several rounds, the group decided to call it a night.
"Time for bed, I think," Harry said, yawning.
"Agreed," Hermione said, stretching. "We've got a big day tomorrow."
The boys stood up, bidding the girls goodnight as they headed to their dormitory.
"Goodnight, guys," Lavender said, smiling.
"Sweet dreams," Ron replied, winking.
As the girls climbed the stairs to their own dormitory, Parvati turned to Hermione.
"That was so much fun tonight."
Hermione smiled. "Definitely. We should do it again soon."
In the boys' dormitory, Seamus and Dean were already engrossed in a quiet conversation.
"Can't believe I won that last game," Seamus whispered.
Dean chuckled. "You got lucky."
The room fell silent as the boys drifted off to sleep, exhausted but content after their first day at Hogwarts.
In the boys' dormitory, everyone was fast asleep, except Harry. He sat on his bed, petting his cat, Kluer, with one hand while writing a letter to Ginny with the other.
"Dear Ginny," he began, "today was an incredible day. I found a secret garden of house-elves and made friends with them. They're amazing creatures."
He wrote about his Charms class, where he levitated a flower pot, saving it from certain destruction. "Professor Flitwick was impressed," he added with a smile.
Harry also mentioned Hermione's initial jealousy but how they quickly sorted things out. "She warned me not to hold back, and I'm glad she did."
He went on to describe his Herbology class, where he met Susan and Hannah from Hufflepuff. "We had lunch with them today, and it was great. Ron, Neville, and Hermione came with me to the Hufflepuff table."
Harry wrote about his Astronomy class, where Hermione asked a question on his behalf. "She's always looking out for me."
In Transfiguration, Hermione encouraged him to ask questions, and they earned points for Gryffindor. "Professor McGonagall was impressed," he wrote.
He shared his emotional conversation with McGonagall about his parents. "She's like a grandmother to me," Harry confessed.
The letter continued, detailing his meeting with Dumbledore and Fawkes. "Dumbledore believes Voldemort is alive," Harry wrote, his handwriting trembling slightly.
Despite the gravity of that news, Harry's day ended on a high note. "At dinner, some Hufflepuffs came to our table, and we had a great time. Then, in the common room, we played Exploding Snap."
As he concluded the letter, Harry's thoughts turned sentimental.
"Despite all the hustle and bustle, I dearly miss you, Ginny. You're always on my mind."
"Yours always,
Missing you,
Your Boyfriend,
Harry"
Harry sealed the letter and gently handed it to Hedwig, who softly hooted in response.
"Take care of this for me, Hedwig," Harry whispered, stroking her feathers.
With a soft flutter of wings, Hedwig took flight, carrying Harry's letter to Ginny.
At the Burrow, Ginny was drifting off to sleep, her thoughts consumed by Harry. She had spent the day helping her mother with household chores and wondering what Harry's first day at Hogwarts had been like.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, Hedwig swooped into the room, her soft hooting announcing her arrival.
Ginny's face lit up with a smile. "Hedwig! You're back!"
She quickly got out of bed and approached Hedwig, offering her owl treats.
"Here, girl, have some treats," Ginny cooed, stroking Hedwig's feathers.
Hedwig nuzzled Ginny's hand, happily accepting the treats.
Ginny then noticed the letter attached to Hedwig's leg. "A letter from Harry!" she exclaimed.
She carefully removed the letter and settled onto her bed, eager to read Harry's words.
"Dear Ginny," she read, her heart skipping a beat.
As she read through the letter, Ginny's smile grew wider. She chuckled at Harry's description of his Charms class and felt a surge of pride at his bravery.
When she reached the part about Dumbledore believing Voldemort was alive, Ginny's expression turned serious.
But as she continued reading, her smile returned. Harry's words were filled with affection and longing.
"Despite all the hustle and bustle, I dearly miss you, Ginny. You're always on my mind," she read, her heart fluttering.
Ginny's eyes welled up with tears as she finished the letter.
"Yours always, Missing you, Your Boyfriend, Harry," she whispered, tracing the words with her finger.
She folded the letter and held it close to her heart, feeling grateful for Harry's love.
"I miss you too, Harry," she whispered, drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face.
Next morning, Harry woke up at 5:15, feeling refreshed and eager to start the day. As he sat up in bed, he noticed Hedwig perched on his windowsill, a letter attached to her leg.
"Ah, Hedwig's back!" Harry exclaimed, smiling. He gently took the letter from Hedwig's leg and stroked her feathers. "Thanks, Hedwig. You're the best."
Hedwig softly hooted, and with a flutter of her wings, she took off into the early morning sky, heading towards the owlery.
Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement as he examined the letter. It was from Ginny. "A nice way to start the day," he thought, settling back into bed to read Ginny's letter.
"Dear Harry," the letter began. "I was so thrilled to get your letter last night. I couldn't sleep until I heard from you." Harry's heart swelled with affection as he read Ginny's words.
"I'm so proud of you for making friends with the house-elves and standing up for yourself in Transfiguration." Ginny's letter was filled with warmth, humor, and love.
"I miss you too, Harry. Every moment feels like an eternity without you." As Harry finished the letter, he felt invigorated and motivated.
"That's exactly what I needed," he said to himself, folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket. With Ginny's words echoing in his mind, Harry got out of bed, feeling ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring.
Harry completed his morning routine, brushing his teeth and freshening up. He then headed out to start his day with some exercise and relaxation.
First, he ran around the serene Black Lake, feeling the crisp morning air fill his lungs. He couldn't resist taking a refreshing swim in the lake, invigorating his senses.
After his swim, Harry stretched his muscles, did some exercises, and practiced yoga and meditation to center himself.
As he finished his routine, he glanced towards the Forbidden Forest. The forest's natural beauty beckoned him, but Harry resisted its allure, remembering his promise to Dumbledore.
Instead, he made his way towards the hidden corridor leading to the fake mist wall and entered the Hogwarts garden. The house-elves welcomed him with warm smiles.
"Good morning, Harry!" Chimey exclaimed. "We're so glad you're back!"
"Morning, Chimey! Morning, everyone," Harry replied, grinning.
The elves delighted in Harry's company as he helped with the day's tasks. Together, they labored in the gardens, irrigating flowers, fruits, vegetables, and crops.
Harry manually helped them draw water from the well, enjoying the physical labor.
Next, they collected chicken eggs and milked the cows. Harry was amazed by the elves' efficiency and skill.
As a reward for his hard work, the elves offered Harry some fresh fruits and nuts.
"Thank you, friends," Harry said, smiling. "You're the best."
As the clock struck 7:15, Harry bid the elves farewell.
"See you soon, Harry!" Blinky called out.
"Take care, everyone," Harry replied, exiting the hidden garden, feeling refreshed and fulfilled.
He made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, ready to tackle the day ahead.
Harry returned to the dormitory, where the other boys were slowly waking up. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.
As he stood under the warm water, Harry couldn't help but glance at his reflection in the mirror. He was pleased to see that his muscles were still well-defined, a testament to his regular Quidditch practice and manual labor in the Hogwarts gardens.
"Manual labor is definitely paying off," he thought to himself, smiling.
He examined his physique, noting the subtle changes from his summer workouts. The physical activity in the gardens, combined with his exercises and yoga, had maintained his athletic build.
Feeling revitalized, Harry stepped out of the shower and began to change into his Hogwarts robes.
"Looking sharp, Harry!" Ron called out from across the dormitory, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Harry chuckled. "Just trying to keep up, Ron."
As he finished dressing, Harry felt ready to tackle the day ahead. He joined his friends, who were now fully awake and chatting about their plans for the day.
Harry, Ron, and Neville met up with Hermione in the Gryffindor common room. Since Dean and Seamus were still getting ready, the four friends decided to head to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Shall we go?" Hermione asked, already dressed and ready.
"Yeah, let's go," Ron replied.
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, they found themselves among the few early risers. Professors Snape, McGonagall, Sinistra, Flitwick, Sprout, and Vector were already seated at the staff table.
"Good morning, Professors," Harry said, as they approached the Gryffindor table.
"Good morning," Professor McGonagall replied, smiling.
The others echoed her greeting. "Good morning."
Professor Snape merely nodded in acknowledgement.
After filling their plates, the group sat down to enjoy their breakfast. The atmosphere was peaceful, with only the occasional clinking of utensils breaking the silence.
Once they finished eating, Hermione pulled out her timetable. "Okay, so what's the plan for today?"
"History first," Ron said.
"Then Double Defence Against the Dark Arts," Neville added.
"Followed by Transfiguration," Harry noted.
"And Potions would be last," Hermione said, "but it's cancelled for the first week."
"Thank goodness," Ron muttered. "One less thing to worry about."
With their schedules aligned, the four friends felt prepared for the day ahead.
With some time to spare before their first class, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione decided to head back to the Gryffindor common room. As they walked, Harry mentioned, "I think I'll head to the library for a bit."
"I'll come with you," Hermione said, smiling.
Neville and Ron opted to relax in the common room instead. "We'll catch up with you guys later," Ron called out.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the library, strolling through the castle's corridors. As they turned a corner, they encountered Nearly Headless Nick.
"Good morning, my dear students!" Nick exclaimed, his voice floating from his partially detached head.
"Morning, Nick," Harry replied, chuckling.
"Off to the library, I presume?" Nick asked.
"Yes, we are," Hermione said.
"Ah, excellent! Madam Pince will keep you on your toes," Nick warned with a grin.
Harry and Hermione exchanged amused glances and continued on their way.
As they entered the library, they were struck by its grandeur. Towering shelves stretched towards the ceiling, laden with ancient tomes bound in worn leather. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust.
"Wow," Harry breathed.
"It's incredible," Hermione agreed.
Madam Pince, the librarian, looked up from her desk. "Good morning," she said sternly.
"Good morning, Madam Pince," Harry and Hermione replied in unison.
Madam Pince eyed them over the rim of her glasses. "I trust you're aware of the library rules?"
"Yes, Madam Pince," Hermione said. "We've reviewed them."
"Silence, no food or drink, and no removal of books without permission," Harry recited.
Madam Pince nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Very well. You may begin your research."
Harry and Hermione exchanged smiles, eager to delve into the library's vast resources.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance before separating to search for books. Harry made his way to the Transfiguration section, his eyes scanning the shelves for texts on Animagi.
He was overwhelmed by the sheer number of books, and his search proved fruitless. Deciding to seek assistance, Harry approached Madam Pince's desk.
"Excuse me, Madam Pince," Harry said politely.
Madam Pince looked up from her work. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"I'm looking for books on Animagi," Harry explained. "Could you please help me find some?"
Madam Pince raised an eyebrow. "A rather advanced topic, Mr. Potter. What's your interest in Animagi?"
"I'm just curious," Harry replied, choosing not to reveal his true motivations.
Madam Pince nodded, her expression neutral. "Very well. Let me show you."
She led Harry to a secluded section of the library, hidden behind a shelf. "These texts are rare and restricted. You'll need permission from Professor McGonagall to access them."
Harry's eyes widened as Madam Pince revealed a selection of ancient tomes bound in black leather.
"Thank you, Madam Pince," Harry said sincerely.
Madam Pince nodded. "Remember, Mr. Potter, these texts are not for casual reading. Treat them with respect."
"I will," Harry promised.
With Madam Pince's guidance, Harry began his research on Animagi, delving into the complex and mysterious world of magical transformation.
Harry realized that accessing the restricted texts would require permission from Professor McGonagall, which he didn't have. He thought for a moment before asking Madam Pince another question.
"Madam Pince, is there at least a book that provides general information about Animagi, without revealing the transformation process?" Harry asked politely.
Madam Pince considered his request, her expression softening. "Actually, there is a book that might interest you, Mr. Potter. It's an historical account of Animagi, written by a respected wizard."
She disappeared into the shelves and returned with a slim, leather-bound volume. "This book provides an overview of Animagi, their history, and notable examples. It doesn't contain any sensitive information."
"Thank you, Madam Pince," Harry said gratefully.
"Be aware, Mr. Potter, this book is still a valuable resource. Please handle it with care," Madam Pince cautioned.
"I will," Harry promised.
Madam Pince nodded. "You may take the book to the study tables. I'll keep an eye on it."
Harry smiled, relieved. "Thank you again, Madam Pince."
He carefully took the book and made his way to a nearby study table, eager to learn more about Animagi.
As he opened the book, Hermione joined him, curiosity etched on her face. "Find what you were looking for?"
"Yeah, Madam Pince helped me," Harry replied. "This book has information on Animagi history."
Hermione leaned in. "Let's take a look."
Harry glanced at the books Hermione had gathered and asked, "What are you reading?"
"Advanced Potion-Making and Magical Theory," Hermione replied, holding up the texts.
Harry's eyes widened. "Those look challenging."
Hermione smiled. "I want to stay ahead."
Harry nodded, impressed. "You're always so prepared."
Hermione chuckled. "Someone has to keep you on track."
Harry grinned. "Hey, I'm doing okay."
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes. "Let's focus on the Animagi book first."
"Good idea," Harry agreed.
Together, they delved into the book on Animagi. The first chapter explored who could become an Animagus.
"According to this," Harry said, "there are two types of people who can become Animagi: those with a strong magical core and those with exceptional skills."
"But what if someone has both?" Harry wondered aloud.
Hermione shrugged. "The book doesn't mention that."
The unanswered question lingered, but they continued reading. The next section described interesting phenomena related to Animagi.
"Look at this," Hermione said, pointing to a passage. "Natural Animagi."
Harry's eyes scanned the text. "It says it's extremely rare. A witch or wizard is born with the ability to transform."
"Only three recorded examples," Hermione noted.
"Wow, that's incredible," Harry said. "Imagine being able to transform from birth."
The book provided brief accounts of the three Natural Animagi:
"Elara Asteria, a medieval witch who could transform into a swan," Hermione read aloud.
"Kael Darkshadow, a wizard who became a lynx," Harry added.
"And Aria Flynn, a witch who transformed into a wolf," Hermione concluded.
Harry's mind whirled with questions. What made Natural Animagi so rare? Were there others who remained undiscovered?
As they continued reading, Harry and Hermione discovered the second phenomenon: Accidental Animagi.
"Accidental Animagi?" Hermione asked, intrigued. "What's that?"
"According to this," Harry said, scanning the text, "it's when a wizard or witch becomes an Animagus unintentionally, usually as a result of severe trauma."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Trauma? What kind of trauma?"
"The book says it's typically those who have suffered mental, emotional, and physical abuse," Harry replied, his voice somber.
Hermione's expression turned sympathetic, but she didn't fully grasp the depth of Harry's past experiences.
Harry's eyes clouded, his mind drifting to the years of cruelty and neglect he endured at the Dursleys' hands. The constant belittling, the physical beatings, and the emotional scars still lingered.
"I wonder...if I could have become an Accidental Animagus," Harry thought to himself, his inner turmoil hidden from Hermione.
Hermione didn't press the issue, unaware of the full extent of Harry's suffering. She knew the Dursleys treated him poorly, but the true severity of the abuse remained hidden.
"Only 2% of those who suffer such trauma develop this ability," Hermione read aloud.
Harry's gaze returned to the book, his thoughts still swirling. Why hadn't he developed this ability? Was it because his experiences, though traumatic, weren't severe enough?
The questions lingered, but Harry pushed them aside, focusing on the text. He needed to understand more about Animagi.
"Let's keep reading," Harry said, his voice firmer.
Hermione nodded, and together they continued their exploration of the mysterious world of Animagi.
Their discussion remained focused on the book, but Harry's inner reflections continued, hidden from Hermione's concerned gaze.
As they delved deeper into the book, Harry and Hermione stumbled upon a remarkable statistic.
"According to this," Harry said, "in the past 500 years, only six Accidental Animagi have been recorded."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That's incredibly rare."
The text then listed the six recorded Accidental Animagi, and Harry and Hermione read through them with great interest.
"Let's see," Hermione said, scanning the page. "The first one is Elwynn Silvermist, who transformed into a wolf."
" 'After being tortured by the Death Eaters,' " Harry read aloud, quoting the text.
Hermione's expression turned somber. "How horrific."
The next entry caught Harry's attention. "Kieran Nightshade, became a falcon after years of emotional abuse."
"His story is heartbreaking," Hermione said, her voice filled with empathy.
As they continued reading, they discovered more tragic tales.
"Ariel Moonwhisper, transformed into a deer after witnessing her family's murder," Hermione read.
"Lyra Flynn, became a cat after being physically and emotionally abused by her caregivers," Harry added.
"Cormac Blackwood, transformed into a bear after suffering severe mental trauma during the First Wizarding War," Hermione said.
"And lastly, Evelyn Starweaver, became a swan after being subjected to cruel experiments by dark wizards," Harry concluded.
The accounts left Harry and Hermione somber, reflecting on the tragic circumstances that led to these individuals becoming Accidental Animagi.
"Unbelievable," Hermione whispered. "The trauma they endured..."
"It's heartbreaking," Harry agreed.
Their eyes lingered on the page, honoring the memories of the six brave individuals who had endured unimaginable suffering.
Harry's eyes returned to Elwynn Silvermist's account, and he felt a sudden connection.
"Elwynn Silvermist," Harry said to himself, a realization dawning. "I think I'm related to him."
Hermione looked up from her reading. "What's that, Harry?"
"I'm a Silvermist, too," Harry explained. "Through my grandma, Mrs. Tucker. She was a Silvermist, which makes me their heir."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That's amazing."
Harry's gaze lingered on the page, his mind reeling with the newfound connection. However, his thoughts soon shifted to his own experiences. He couldn't help but think that he had suffered more severely than some of the examples, but he didn't voice those thoughts. Hermione didn't know the full extent of his abuse, and he preferred to keep it that way.
Instead, Harry continued reading, and Hermione followed his lead.
As they read on, Hermione's voice broke the silence. "Harry, listen to this."
" 'The Accidental Animagus phenomenon occurs only when an individual's will to live is completely broken, and they lose all hope. It requires a specific psychological vulnerability, where the person's mental resilience is shattered, and they become extremely susceptible to transformation.' "
Harry's eyes locked onto the text, comprehension dawning.
"That makes sense," Harry said, his voice measured.
Hermione nodded. "It's not just about the abuse itself, but the person's mental state."
Harry's thoughts swirled, reflecting on his own experiences. He had come close to breaking, but he never lost hope entirely.
"I think I understand now," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione's concerned gaze met Harry's, but she said nothing, allowing him to process his thoughts in silence.
As Harry and Hermione continued their research, they stumbled upon a fascinating topic: Multiple Form Animagi.
"Multiple Form Animagi?" Hermione asked, intrigued. "What's that?"
"According to this," Harry said, scanning the text, "it's an extremely rare ability that requires an exceptionally strong magical core and impressive skills."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That explains why I couldn't find any information on it earlier."
Harry nodded. "And look, it answers my question from earlier. This is what happens when someone has both a strong core and great skills."
The text revealed that only four Multiple Form Animagi had ever been noted.
"Unbelievable," Hermione whispered. "Helga Hufflepuff had two forms."
"And Rowena Ravenclaw also had two forms," Harry added.
"Salazar Slytherin had three forms," Hermione read aloud.
"But Godric Gryffindor...he had four forms," Harry said, awe creeping into his voice.
Hermione's eyes sparkled. "The founders were truly extraordinary."
As they delved deeper into the text, they discovered more astonishing facts about the Multiple Form Animagi.
" 'Helga Hufflepuff's forms were a badger and a swan,' " Hermione read.
" 'Rowena Ravenclaw's forms were an eagle and a wolf,' " Harry added.
" 'Salazar Slytherin's forms were a snake, a wolf, and a crocodile,' " Hermione continued.
"And Godric Gryffindor's forms were a lion, a bear, an eagle, and a horse," Harry concluded.
Their eyes met, filled with wonder and admiration for the extraordinary founders.
"Wow," Hermione breathed. "They were truly remarkable."
Harry nodded, his mind reeling with the implications. "This changes everything I thought I knew about Animagi."
As Harry and Hermione continued their research, they stumbled upon an extraordinary topic: Magical Animagi.
"Magical Animagi?" Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued. "What's that?"
"According to this," Harry said, scanning the text, "it's an extremely rare phenomenon where an Animagus can transform into a magical creature, not just a mundane animal."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That's astonishing. But it says here it's almost impossible?"
"Exactly," Harry said. "The text states that no one can become a magical creature in Animagus form, but there are exceptions."
Hermione leaned in, intrigued. "What kind of exceptions?"
"The book mentions only two individuals who have ever succeeded in becoming Magical Animagi," Harry said.
"Who were they?" Hermione asked.
" 'Aethon and Eira, two ancient wizards who lived over 3,000 years ago,' " Harry read aloud.
Hermione's eyes sparkled. "What forms did they take?"
" 'Aethon could transform into a Phoenix, while Eira could become a Dragon,' " Harry continued.
"Unbelievable," Hermione whispered. "A Phoenix and a Dragon...that's incredible."
Harry nodded, equally amazed. "The text says their abilities were unmatched, and their transformations were said to be breathtaking."
Hermione's gaze lingered on the page. "I wish we knew more about them."
Harry smiled. "Maybe we can find more information in other texts."
As they finished reading about Magical Animagi, Harry and Hermione exchanged a look of wonder, their minds buzzing with the possibilities.
"Imagine being able to transform into a magical creature," Hermione said, her voice filled with awe.
Harry grinned. "It's a whole new level of magic."
As Harry and Hermione delved deeper into the book, they discovered the rarest Animagus phenomenon of all: Multi Animagus.
"Multi Animagus?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What does that mean?"
"According to this," Harry said, scanning the text, "a Multi Animagus can transform into any animal, magical or mundane, at will."
Hermione's eyes widened. "No specific Animagus form? That's incredible."
Harry nodded. "The text says it's the ultimate mastery of transformation magic."
Hermione's gaze returned to the page. "And it says here only one wizard has ever achieved this?"
"Merlin," Harry said, reverence in his voice. "He's the only known Multi Animagus in history."
" 'Merlin's abilities were unparalleled, and his transformations were limitless,' " Hermione read aloud.
Harry's eyes sparkled. "Imagine being able to turn into any creature you want, whenever you want."
Hermione shook her head. "It's mind-boggling. Merlin truly was a genius."
The text described Merlin's transformations as fluid and effortless, with no discernible pattern or limitation.
" 'Merlin could transform into a dragon, a unicorn, or even a humble housecat, with equal ease,' " Harry read.
Hermione smiled. "He must have had incredible control over his magic."
Harry nodded. "The ultimate mastery of transformation magic. It's no wonder Merlin is legendary."
As they finished reading about Multi Animagi, Harry and Hermione sat in silence, awestruck by Merlin's remarkable achievement.
"That's the pinnacle of Animagus magic," Hermione said finally.
Harry grinned. "Who knows? Maybe one day we'll understand the secrets behind Merlin's abilities."
As Harry and Hermione continued reading, they discovered a crucial aspect of Animagus law.
"After the Ministry's formation, registration of Animagus forms became mandatory," Harry said, scanning the text.
" 'Failure to register results in imprisonment in Azkaban, with sentence lengths varying depending on the individual's activities while in their illegal Animagus form,' " Hermione read aloud.
Harry's eyes widened. "That's severe."
Hermione nodded. "But there's an exception. If an Animagus doesn't register due to safety concerns, they're fined instead of sentenced."
" 'This amendment was made considering the First Wizarding War,' " Harry read. " 'Many Animagi formed during that time for protection and survival.' "
Hermione's expression softened. "Those who became Animagi secretly during the war weren't even fined. It was understood they needed it to stay safe."
Harry nodded. "And remarkably, many of them came forward and registered themselves voluntarily."
The text specified a critical timeframe for registration.
" 'Animagi have 10 years after their transformation to register themselves,' " Hermione read. " 'After that, fines and sentences will be imposed accordingly.' "
Harry's gaze met Hermione's. "That's a generous window."
Hermione nodded. "It allows Animagi to adjust and ensures their safety while encouraging registration."
Their eyes lingered on the page, reflecting on the complexities of Animagus law.
"I'm glad they considered the exceptions," Hermione said.
Harry agreed. "It shows the Ministry's willingness to adapt and understand the circumstances."
As Harry closed the book, he felt a sense of accomplishment and gratitude.
"I think we've learned everything we can from this book," Harry said to Hermione.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "Definitely. Let's return it to Madam Pince."
Harry stood up, book in hand, and walked to the circulation desk.
"Madam Pince, thank you so much for your help," Harry said, handing her the book.
Madam Pince's stern expression softened slightly. "You're welcome, Mr. Potter. I'm glad I could assist."
Hermione approached the desk, a list of books in hand. "I'd like to borrow these, please."
Madam Pince raised an eyebrow. "Quite the scholar, aren't you, Miss Granger?"
Hermione smiled. "Just trying to stay informed."
After registering herself and collecting the books, Hermione turned to Harry. "Ready to head to the common room?"
Harry nodded. "Let's go."
Together, they left the library, walking through the castle's corridors.
"That was incredibly helpful," Hermione said, her eyes scanning the books in her arms.
Harry grinned. "We make a good team."
As they climbed the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, Harry felt grateful for Hermione's companionship and their shared thirst for knowledge.
"Shall we study some more?" Hermione asked, as they reached the common room.
Harry chuckled. "Later. Let's relax for now."
Hermione smiled, and they settled into comfortable chairs by the fire, enjoying each other's company.
As Harry and Hermione settled into the cozy atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room, they were joined by Neville and Ron, who dropped onto the couch beside them.
"What's going on?" Ron asked, eyeing the stack of books beside Hermione.
"We were just reading about Animagi," Hermione explained.
Neville's eyes widened. "No way! Can you really become an animal?"
"Technically, yes," Harry said. "But it's extremely difficult."
Ron grinned mischievously. "I'd love to be an Animagus. Imagine the pranks we could pull!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's not just about pranks, Ron."
Neville leaned forward, intrigued. "Do you think we could ever become Animagi?"
Harry shrugged. "It's possible, but it requires a lot of skill and patience."
" 'And a strong magical core,' " Hermione added, quoting the book.
Ron chuckled. "I think I'd make a great owl. Or a fox."
Neville smiled. "I'd rather be a badger. They're tough."
Hermione smiled thoughtfully. "I think I'd like to be a cat. Agile and stealthy."
Harry grinned. "And I'd be a wolf. Loyal and protective."
Their conversation flowed easily, imagining the possibilities of life as Animagi.
"You think Professor McGonagall would teach us?" Ron asked.
Harry chuckled. "Maybe if we ask nicely."
Neville nodded enthusiastically. "Let's ask her!"
Their laughter filled the common room, fueled by the excitement of possibility.
"Wouldn't it be amazing?" Hermione said, her eyes sparkling.
"To be Animagi?" Ron finished. "Totally."
As the conversation continued, reality set in. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville knew that Professor McGonagall wouldn't teach them Animagus transformation anytime soon.
"I don't think Professor McGonagall will teach us Animagus transformation anytime soon," Hermione said. "Especially not in our first year," Ron added.
" 'We're still learning the basics,' " Harry quoted McGonagall's likely response. Neville nodded in agreement. "We can't even cast proper spells yet."
"I think we need to master Transfiguration before attempting Animagus magic," Hermione said. "You're right, as always," Harry said, grinning at Hermione.
"McGonagall would probably say we're not ready," Neville said. Ron mimicked McGonagall's stern tone, " 'Patience, young ones.'"
Their laughter subsided, replaced by understanding. "We'll have to wait," Hermione said.
"But we can still learn theory," Harry suggested. Ron's eyes lit up. "And practice Transfiguration."
Neville nodded. "We can work together." Their determination was palpable, fueled by the promise of future possibilities.
"Maybe someday," Hermione said. "We'll be Animagi," Ron finished, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The group shared a knowing glance, their minds already racing toward the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead.
As the time for class approached, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville joined the Ravenclaws in the History of Magic classroom. The room was dimly lit, with old-fashioned lanterns casting a warm glow. Dusty chalkboards and worn wooden desks filled the space, giving it a nostalgic feel.
Professor Binns, the only ghost professor at Hogwarts, floated at the front of the room. His transparent form and hollow voice commanded attention.
"Welcome, students," Professor Binns said. "Today, we'll be covering the Goblin Wars."
The Ravenclaws, known for their intellectual curiosity, leaned forward eagerly. Harry and Hermione took notes, while Ron yawned, struggling to stay awake. Neville sat beside him, trying to stifle a grin.
Professor Binns droned on, his voice hypnotic in its dullness. "The Goblin Wars were a series of conflicts between the wizarding world and the goblin communities..."
As the lecture continued, Ron's eyelids drooped. Neville nudged him, trying to keep him awake. Harry, however, was engaged.
"Professor Binns?" Harry asked, raising his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Professor Binns replied.
"Are we reading about the Goblin Wars from the wizard's point of view or the Goblins'?" Harry asked.
Professor Binns paused. "Well, traditionally, we've focused on the wizarding perspective."
"But isn't that unfair?" Harry pressed on. "Shouldn't we learn about the Goblins' perspective too?"
The class stirred, intrigued. Professor Binns' transparent form seemed to fade slightly as he pondered.
"An excellent point, Mr. Potter," Professor Binns said. "I must admit, our curriculum has been...limited. I'll speak with Professor Dumbledore about incorporating a more inclusive, all-creature perspective."
The Ravenclaws exchanged impressed glances. Ron's eyes snapped open.
"Blimey, Harry," Ron whispered. "You actually made History of Magic interesting."
Hermione smiled. "And you convinced Professor Binns to change the curriculum."
Professor Binns continued, his lecture now more engaging.
"Perhaps, for the first time, we'll explore the Goblin Wars from both sides," Professor Binns said.
The class's dynamics shifted, thanks to Harry's bold question. What was once a dull subject now held promise.
"This should be interesting," Neville whispered, grinning.
Harry smiled, satisfied. "Just trying to learn, I guess."
Hermione nodded. "And making History of Magic a lot more fascinating."
For Professor Binns, Harry's question was like a wake-up call, shaking him out of a long sleep. A student was genuinely interested and correct in his class? It was a revelation.
Binns vowed to try and make the class more engaging. He took a deep breath and began to lecture with newfound enthusiasm.
"Today, we'll explore the complexities of the Goblin Wars!" Binns declared, his transparent form glowing with excitement.
The class responded, drawn in by Binns' infectious energy. He asked questions, awarding points for correct answers - a departure from his usual dry lectures.
"Who can tell me the primary cause of the Goblin Wars?" Binns asked.
Harry's hand shot up. "Was it the dispute over goblin rights and wizarding law?"
"Correct, Mr. Potter! Two points for Gryffindor!" Binns exclaimed.
Hermione answered the next question, earning two points. Ron, surprisingly, answered correctly as well.
"Blimey, Ron!" Harry whispered. "You actually earned points!"
Ron grinned. "Shh, don't jinx it!"
From Ravenclaw, Michael Corner, Padma Patil, and Sue Li each answered a question, earning two points.
As the class drew to a close, Binns' expression turned nostalgic.
"You know, I've been teaching for a very long time," Binns began. "But there's something I've never shared with my students before."
The class leaned in, intrigued.
"I died in my sleep, one night," Binns said matter-of-factly. "And woke up the next morning, still in my bed, still in my pyjamas...and still teaching."
Gasps filled the room.
"It took me 10 days to realise I was...no longer alive," Binns continued. "Can you imagine? Ten whole days of teaching, completely unaware of my own demise."
The class was stunned.
"Wow, Professor," Harry said. "That's...quite a story."
Binns chuckled. "Yes, well. I suppose it's a unique experience."
With that, Binns dismissed the class. The students were surprisingly disappointed.
"Aww, do we have to leave?" Neville asked.
"History's never been so interesting," Michael Corner said.
Hermione smiled. "Thanks to Harry's question."
Ron chuckled. "And I actually earned points."
As the students filed out, Binns watched them, a sense of renewal sparking within him.
"Perhaps," Binns thought, "it's time to revise my teaching methods...and make the most of my afterlife."
Next Chapter is Weird Professors !
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I thought to introduce you allbto world of Animagus, chapter was mostly informative ( I hope you don't mind) but also contained a part of the bonding between Gryffindors and then also a separate bonding for Harry and Hermione in the library. And I thought since Harry is upto bring a revolution in hogwarts then why not in history of magic ? What do you think ? Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!