A/N: Okay, as you may have noticed, I have posted a few stories. These stories are ideas that have been sitting in my hard drive for a long time and I decided since I don't know when I can update anything to just post them and decide what to do with them from the responses of you readers. This Author's Note will be on most of the stories, so you'll know which ones I'm talking about.
Chapter One: Animagus
It was too much, he couldn't handle anymore. He was in too much pain, breathing even hurt. And with his thrice damned uncle coming back, Harry was desperate for an escape, for somewhere to go to get away, to be free.
"Boy!" Harry whimpered at the tone, one that promised pain on a grand level. This was far too much than he knew he could handle. Harry felt a pang of relief when he realized that this was it, he was going to die. Not by Voldemort's hand, but by that of his uncle, his family.
That was then that Harry noticed that there was a tingling sensation throughout his body. It felt as if he was shrinking, becoming smaller than he was naturally. That was odd, but it wouldn't matter, Harry mused to himself. His uncle would kill him for using magic anyways.
"Boy?" Vernon snarled. "Where in hell are you hiding?"
Harry frowned, he was right in front of the man, how did he not see him?
Vernon finally noticed him, "What are you doing in here, you mangy mutt?"
Oh, well, that was unexpected. Harry looked at the mirror he knew was on the floor, broken from his last beating. In its reflection, instead of the malnourished, scrawny boy he knew should have been there, he saw a pitch black wolf cub, with gray-tipped ears and tail, a gray lightning bolt on its rump. Avada Kedavra green eyes shining back at him.
Harry noted that his uncle was stilling staring at him in uncertainty. The door to the bedroom was wide open. Harry, having left his wand and trunk shrunken in his pants pocket, knew that in his Animagus transformation his clothes and therefore, belonging, were still on him. If he left, he would be free, free from the Dursley's forever.
Without another thought, the small black wolf cub darted out the door, not even stopping to pause at the opened front door. It was open in a useless attempt to let some air into the stiff, hot house during the heat of the summer.
Harry kept running, ignoring the coos from various females he passed. He didn't stop running until he crashed into a large male who was standing at the edge of Privet Drive. The small wolf looked up into the man's face, and felt as if he knew who this was. Before he could think on it, the pain that had left him due to the original Animagus transformation returned with a vengeance. Harry let out a small whimper.
"What's the matter, little one?" The man's voice was silky smooth, and instantly Harry wanted to trust him. Even with the feelings of trust that the man gave him, when the man laid a hand on him, Harry flinched. He couldn't help it, touch usually meant pain, and that was something he really didn't need more of at the moment.
"You're magical, I can tell that at least." The man murmured. "But the only person of this street with magic is Potter. But to be stuck in an Animagus form during summer would mean…" The man trailed off.
Harry cocked his head. This man knew who he was, but that didn't seem to bother him. Most people in the wizarding world did. This man, however, was nice. Harry noted that his mind was getting hazy, it was hard to focus. 'Maybe if I stay a wolf forever…' The wizarding world can fuck itself for all he was concerned.
That was about the time when Harry collapsed, pain clouding his mind.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, looked at Harry Potter in concern. The boy, in Animagus form, was covered in bleeding injuries, and had just collapsed. Picking up the small body, Voldemort sighed. This was just what he needed, to be taking care of his worst enemy. That was a testament to the irony of the world.
Now, most suspected that the Dark Lord was rather insane. This, however, was not the case. The Dark Lord had originally be insane after the ritual to restore his body, yes, but in all fairness, he had just spent fourteen long years as a bodiless spirit, and then with Wormtail, of all people. That would drive anyone insane.
Voldemort studied the small wolf, for he knew that was what the boy was at the moment. Wolves were very rare for an Animagus form. The wolf was loyal, a pack animal, cunning, smart, and strong. It was protective, and fierce. The Animagus transformation was based on what animal your inner self represented, and for Potter to be a wolf was remarkable, and said a lot about his personality and inner strengths. The wolf was known to kill in order to survive, after all.
With a loud 'Pop', Voldemort land at his manor where his Death Eater's would be waiting for him. He knew the name wasn't the best, but it was too late to change that now. With a heavy sigh, the dark lord set to work on healing the small animal.
After an hour, almost all the Potter boy's injuries were healed. Voldemort prided himself on a job well done, and did nothing as the boy slowly regained consciousness.
"Ah, so my guest joins me in the land of the living."
Harry raised his head, studding the man, vaguely noting that it was the dark lord. This, for some odd reason did not disturb or frighten him. It was surprising, but Harry pushed his curiosity away and focused on the person talking in front of him.
"I take it that whatever I've heard about your family is a brilliantly fabricated lie from yourself?" Voldemort's voice was filled with dry amusement. Self-preservation was a widely known Slytherin quality.
Harry nodded; he had spent a long time covering up his home life. Even during those damned lessons with Snape, he created fake memories in place of his real ones.
"I can also assume that you do not wish to return to the old coot?" Harry narrowed his eyes at the obvious reference to the Headmaster. He had discovered a lot about the old man during the past year. He was nothing more of a weapon to the coot, and Harry was now well aware of that. The information about the prophecy, he discovered, had been tampered with. In subtle, almost unnoticeable ways. No, he thought as he shook his head, he would never be going back there.
"I thought as much, which is why I took the liberty of adding you to the wards." The man chuckled at his surprise. "I have recently come to the conclusion that the prophecy can go the hell, and I will act on my own. It never actually said you would vanquish me, did it?"
No, it hadn't. Harry admitted to himself.
"I believe that I am going to have to rename you. I can't go around calling you Potter, can I?" Voldemort chuckled at the offended expression on Harry's face. "I think I'll call you Lightning, for the gray bolt on your rump. Or maybe Demon, as you're pitch black. Which one do you like better? Bark twice for Demon; once for Lightning."
Harry barked twice, Demon sounded like a great name, and didn't have to do with his annoying scar.
"Well, Demon, left us be off to introduce you to the Inner Circle. The outer circle won't be a problem, they never come here, but the Inner Circle is here all the time. I don't want them to kill you accidently." Harry grinned at the man, and allowed himself to be lifted and carried to the meet hall.
The young man ignored the meeting until the end, where he was introduced. Harry glared at Snape and Wormtail in hatred. Both of them smelled like Dumbledore to him, and that didn't sit well with the wolf.
As Snape left, Harry kept growling at Wormtail. It made sense; no one would ever suspect him to be a triple traitor like the potions master. He turned to Voldemort, a desperate look in eyes. Eventually, Voldemort understood, and his face went rock hard.
"Wormtail, step forward." Voldemort sneered, "Did you really believe I wouldn't know? Once a traitor, always a traitor."
The others of the inner pulled their wands out. They had gotten the message from the wolf as well, and knew the wolves were loyal creatures. The only way to loss the loyalty of a wolf was to betray its trust.
The traitor turned to run for it, before being hit by a stunning charm and an obliviate. "Take him to the nearest wizarding area, and leave him for the ministry, I'm sure that Sirius Black will need the freedom to be able to be swayed to our side by Bellatrix. With his godson here, I'm sure it will be easier to accomplish."
"My lord," Lucius spoke first. "What is the real reason we have been called? I was under the assumption that you only went to scout that Potter boy's neighborhood."
"Oh, I did. And I found a most disturbing fact out." Voldemort scowled, and continued at the curious looks he received. "Potter has been left with abusive muggles, and has become trapped in his Animagus form."
The Death Eaters looked at the wolf who had curled himself up next to the Dark Lord. The green eyes stared back at them before slowly nodding. The silence was broken when Bellatrix tackled the poor cub.
"Poor little wolfie, Aunty Bella will take care of you!" The insane woman cooed. Harry flinched at the contact and tried desperately to get away from the woman. Righteous anger filled the one time mother. Although she had miscarried, her motherly instincts had never dissipated. "This is why muggles are filth! Look at what they do to us! This boy doesn't know the difference between a hug and a threat!"
The other Death Eater's showed just as much anger as the insane woman. This was how the Savior of the Wizarding World was treated? The old man had lost whatever sanity he had left.
Harry felt a strange surge of thanks when he realized that they were angry for him. Slowly, Harry relaxed into the hug. Bellatrix felt a surge of pride in getting the boy to calm.
"So, Potter is a wolf for now?" Lucius chuckled. "This would be a great time to test the next generation. Have them look after Potter, and complete their first assignment to you."
Harry barked indignantly. He did not need taking care of! He was capable of taking care of himself, thank you very much!
Voldemort laughed at the bark, "I don't think Potter appreciates your idea, Lucius."
The Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Not to offend you Potter, but you need help trying to change back."
Harry pouted in the cute way only a wolf cub could pull off. Finally, he nodded, and let out a wolf sigh. Maybe this was how Sirius had felt when in public. Thinking of his godfather, a surge of relief hit him not for the first time. Sirius had only just managed to miss the Veil in the Department of Mysteries.
"I shall retrieve them, my lord." It was Rodulfus who spoke, before turning and leaving to retrieve the children.
Five minutes later, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini walked in.
"I have an assignment for the four of you." This got their attention. "You are to watch Potter here," Voldemort gestured to the wolf, who pouted again, "and to keep him out of trouble until he is able to change back from his Animagus form. Currently, he's trapped in it."
Draco looked at Harry in surprise, "Potter?" Before Harry could answer, Pansy squealed and attacked the poor boy. Like with Bellatrix, Harry flinched and snarled barely large teeth that didn't go with his small body.
Pansy released the wolf, which looked at her apologetically. Harry couldn't help it; he just didn't like to be touched. Pansy waved it off, it was her fault anyways. Theo studied the trapped boy in a securitizing gaze.
"So I guess we're stuck with him then?" Draco sighed, resigned to the fate of being the caregiver of his biggest rival. His father smirked at him in an 'I-Know-Something-That-You-Don't' way. Draco sighed again; really, his father must have been enjoying this greatly.
"Potter, you'll be accompanying these four for as long as you are a wolf. We'll work on getting your godfather here, but it will take a while to get him cleared, even with turning in Pettigrew." Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the thought of the thrice damned traitor. Literally, he was a traitor three times over!
Harry allowed Pansy to lift him. He had seen the way the female Slytherin treated animals, and was okay with it, but he still flinched at the touch. Bella was seething as they left with the young Animagus.
"We're freeing Siri, then?" She turned to look at her lord, who nodded. "Yay! I'll have my favorite cousin back! Siri was always really fun, being the prankster of the family. If only dear Dumbledore hadn't gotten to him, he'd already be here, with all the other Marauders!"
"Bella, you'll be the one to fetch him when his name is cleared. You'll have to explain everything to him. He would be a great aid to our plan, as the Ministry won't be quick to accuse him of being a Death Eater again. It's funny how the innocent suffer as much as the guilty on the Light side."
Bella nodded, and Disapparated to Grimauld Place. Warded or not, a Black could always get in. Not that Siri would tell them, since she was also his favorite cousin.
Harry didn't know what to do when Pansy set him down on a large, luxurious bed. He looked inquiringly at the Slytherin, who just waved in off with a flick of her hand. "You're with us now, and we don't make animals sleep on the floor! That would be wrong, the only thing that sleeps on the floor are muggles. But I have a feeling that you have nothing against that, do you?"
Harry shook his head, his love of muggles long ago lost due to his family and personal experience. He hated them; they hated him; that was that. The small wolf snuggled into the warmth of the blankets.
"So, Potter, can you communicate in any way at all?" Blaise, ever the one to want to know something new, asked. "Bark once for yes, twice for no."
Harry barked twice, and started to lick a wound that had been missed and was aching slightly. The Slytherin's looked on with amusement. Harry pouted, he didn't like being laughed at, especially by people who could hold it against him.
"Aw, don't worry, 'Demon'. We'll take care of you." Pansy cooed, as Snape was standing in the doorway. It was obvious to Harry that the man wasn't as trusted as the Order believed. To Harry's nose, the man reeked of betrayal, but the question was who he was betraying? It was easy to tell with Pettigrew, the man had been glancing around in worry at his 'allies'. Snape was annoyingly composed, but Harry still growled at the man. He didn't like him, he never would, and there was no way in hell he was going to trust him.
"Quiet mutt." Snape snapped. Harry snarled at the hand coming at him in warning. A baby he may be, but that didn't mean his teeth didn't hurt when in your skin. Snape ignored the warning and whacked him on the head. He promptly bit the man, who drew back cursing.
"I don't think he likes you much, Severus." Voldemort said from the doorway. "Did you think that you could play both sides forever?"
Snape froze, his face going ghostly white. They knew. How? The wolf? But that shouldn't have been possible!
"Yes, Demon has been quite useful. Two traitors in one day! Peter has already been disposed of, and now we must deal with you."
Snape frowned. "Pettigrew? He wasn't a spy. He betrayed the Potter's, if I'm correct. Nobody in the order would have been willing to forgive him if he had even wanted to be a spy."
"Ah, so Dumbledore never told you? Peter was told to give me the location of the Potter's, in order to enact the Prophecy:
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies,
And the Dark Lord shall Mark him as his equal,
But he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not,
Either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives,
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born as the seventh month dies."
Harry blinked; well it looked like Dumbledore was right Voldemort could have gotten the prophecy from his head if he had been told. Stupid moron had told him anyway. Old coot.
The Slytherin's were gaping at the wolf, something a kin to horror and shock on their normally neutral faces. Harry merely woofed happily at them. He didn't care about the prophecy, just that he wanted to completely ignore it. He didn't like the ideals of the light all that much, and they were constantly turning on him. Harry frowned at the reminder of last year.
Snape was in a similar state, but managed to croak out, "What?"
"You truly were unaware? How curious, surely Dumbledore would have told you the entire prophecy by now. Not that it will do much good. It never actually says that Potter vanquishes me. And 'surviving' is a lot different than 'living'." Voldemort looked amused at the expression of the gaping Professor. "And I do believe I have already rectified that small problem, as Potter is no longer being forced to survive. Isn't that right Potter?"
Harry barked, annoyed at the man for not informing him of this earlier. "Yes, yes, I know, but if you bite me, you will regret it."
Harry sighed, and settled for curling up on the very comfortable bed. He couldn't wait until he could speak again.
Sirius stared at Bellatrix, who just stared back. Then he went to pinch himself, before resuming the staring contest that they had started. The rest of the order was being kept back by a soundproof barrier, which they were trying to tear down. It wasn't going well for them.
"Bella," Sirius started. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm here for my favorite cousin!" Bella smiled viscously. "The Dark Lord thought that you might want to come help out your godson!"
Sirius froze. "What about Harry?" He asked weakly.
"My lord found the Potter boy trapped in his Animagus form. He's a wolf Animagus! Can you believe it?" Bellatrix didn't seem to realize the effect that had on her cousin.
"But," Sirius paled, "I thought he was safe! The Dursley's weren't supposed to lay a hand on him!" The Order seemed to misinterpret what was going on, and had thought that Sirius was going to be used to draw out Harry, again.
"Well," Bella glanced at the Order. "He lied. Now, you are free. You are going to resist me, and I am going to attack you and then we are going to go and see your godson, but those idiots aver there can't know you came willingly. Okay?"
Sirius nodded and in a sudden flash, Bella had her wand out and pointed at him. Sirius went for his own wand, but Bella (damn she never did anything had half assed, did she?) had sent a particularly painful stunner at him. Before he could even move, Sirius was sent into the wall and could no longer move even if he had wanted to. He felt Bella's hand touch his arm before he sighed. The order was screaming different things (Remus the loudest. Damn, he was going to get it when the werewolf found out what was going on) before the uncomfortable feeling of a portkey enveloped him.
He was going to see his godson, one way or another.