Chapter one — "Bad decision, I'm telling you"
The first Saturday finally arrived after the start of year five at Hogwarts. The sun shone bright and students rushed right outside after breakfast. Except two, which were in the library — Harry Potter and Hermione Granger (no surprise here).
"I can't believe Ron ran off to the quidditch pitch himself!" Hermione sighed, dropping a stack of books on the table, right in front of Harry. "And you asked me for books. Never in a million years would I had imagined this day! You're finally studying!" She exclaimed. Harry picked up the first book of the stack, smiling. "Thanks, Hermione!" Harry said, excited, flipping through the pages. Hermione raised an eyebrow; well, that's odd. Somethings going on. 'What's Harry up to this time?' Just then, a question woke Hermione from her musings.
"Hermione, what do you think my animagus form would be?" Harry asked.
Hermione's first instinct was to give a logically accurate answer, so that's what she did. "Well, patronus forms and animagus forms are often linked, so logically, your animagus form would be a stag, just like your father-" And she stopped. 'Oh,' She finally realised, 'This is not good.'
"Harry, before you do anything insane and reckless, I have to remind you that being an unregistered animagus is illegal, let alone absolutely dangerous. Anything could go wrong, and-"
"Come on Hermione, if my dad could learn to be one, why can't I? It's couldn't be that difficult! With your help, I mean." Harry retorted.
"No way I'm helping you with this- why don't you tell me to push you off a cliff? It's pretty much the same thing!"
"But Hermione, that might help me defeat Voldemort-"
"NO!"
"But-"
"A NO IS A NO!"
"Don't you want Voldemort dead? Come on!"
"I don't see how that would help."
"He'd never thought I would sneak up at him and bite off his neck?"
"That makes no sense, Harry."
"Or stab him with my antlers!"
"…How?"
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"Still no."
"You can't even say anything Hermione- you literally kidnapped Rita Skeeter with a jar last year!"
"…we could ask Professor Dumbledore first, I guess…?"
"That's what I thought."
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End of chapter notes:
Okay, sorry that this chapter is so short. But hey, I have a reasonable excuse — we are students, we have homework. Me, unlike Allie, spends most of my time doing homework and projects instead of writing fanfictions. Besides, I have my own original story project… but I promise I'll update every weekend!