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jujukitty: >.< thankyou and LOL. Colin- you fluffy hapless bunny~

XTakesheX: wow! So... everyone thinks that Colin is helpless prey, eh? Well, I agree

moodysavage: I agree, I love angsty themes... I’m looking forward to writing it while it happens. DOMINANTXDOMINANT- THE TENSION, THE LUSTAYYY~

p.s I accidentally deleted your review. Oops.

unneeded: In my mind, I think that most people- if they put aside their logic- would recognise Harry. It’s just that the human brain refuses to recognise something if it thinks that it’s impossible. Most thought that it had to be impossible that one person would change so much over summer hols- as the theory of a glamour was pushed out the window by the ‘test’ in chapter 5.

KittyChen: ikr!? Delicious~

GravyBaby: Yes~ bad is me- lol!, thank you and I will (hopefully)

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Main Story Idea and betaed by: SuirenAngel

Written by: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he’s still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY’S MATES ARE MALE

If you don‘t know what that means then you shouldn’t be here.

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This time, the change was less painful and felt like millions of pins were being poked into his body rather than that of the raging fire that pulled his bones and stretched his muscles.

His tan skin faded until it was the same colour as the night sky, his black hair turned silver and stretched until it fell to the ground in shimmering waves.

Being able to think during the transformation allowed Harry to eye the silver strands that glittered among the sticks and leaves and think,

How impractical, what is a creature to do with this much hair? How do you fight with it? Hold it in one hand? Whip the opponent with it?

As ridged skin formed down the sides of his forearms and shins, he twitched uncomfortably, it stung badly. He licked his teeth experimentally and found that they were once again lengthened and sharpened to a point.

The scents of the forests caressed Harry’s nose and he put a finger into the dirt, slowly, he put his finger back into his mouth.

Tasting nothing out of the ordinary, Harry straightened and flexed his muscles. He felt good, he felt in control. Grinning wildly he jumped and yelped in surprise when he flew a few metres in the air. He bent his knees, and softened the impact of his bare feet back onto the packed dirt.

With wild abandon he charged out of the bushes and ran around wildly, feeling the wind whistle past his ears and chill his skin. It felt so good, Harry started laughing, chortling he ran in wild circles.

A few bats that had been upside down peacefully, cracked their eyes open and shot peeved off expressions at Harry before flying away to a quieter tree.

Finally, he flopped down onto the ground. Flinging his arms out in a carefree way. He promised himself he’d come out every night for one of these.

The moon shone down brightly onto Harry’s face, lighting up his eyes. He sighed in content, this was so perfect.

Randomly, Harry felt an itch on his backside and he wrinkled his brows. He put his hand *there and scratched it.

It didn’t go away.

He scratched it some more.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

Harry let out the most manly shriek he could manage (which wasn’t very manly at all) and stood up abruptly, like a jack-in-the-box.

Holy Bejeezus!

Harry’s arse felt like someone had scrubbed it raw with sandpaper and then doused in chilli powder.

In the simplest words possible, his arse was on fire.

Putting one clawed hand to his silver hair, Harry dashed around like a mad chicken with the other stuck to his backside.

An owl who had been going for a night fly opened its eyes wider than should be naturally possible and stared at Harry.

Silly wizard, is he trying to pull his bloody tail feathers off? Am I glad that my owner is not like HIM!

Meanwhile, Harry felt a small lump appear beneath his fingers.

HOLY CRAP, HOLY CRAP, THE PAIN, THE PAIN! THE PAIN!!!

His brain emptied of all thought and he just ran and ran, letting his feet lead him to the fresh smell of water. The landscape whirled around him messily and the moon shone tauntingly at him as he ran to the Great Lake, clambered through the dense foliage to get to the riverbed and dunked his backside in the refreshingly cool waters.

Not for long.

Only moments after the initial shock of cold water, his arse continued to burn. Waving it desperately in the water, seeking for release from the pain of it all.

Instead of stopping it though, his burn faded from the edges of his backside till it was nearly all concentrated on the base of his spine.

In a sort of dazed horror, Harry realised that though he hadn’t moved from his initial position, he strangely felt like more and more of his backside was being submerged under water. With trepidation, he grasped –whatever it was- with his hands.

Before he could properly comprehend the strange thing, a lightning bolt of pain shot through his whole body. Yelping in pain, Harry’s natural reflexes brought the source of pain to his face.

Ok.

There was a long, furry rope looking thing in front of his face.

Yeah.

But that wasn’t the worrying thing.

No.

The worrying thing was that someone something was hanging off it.

By its teeth.

It would probably leave a small crescent shaped scar.

It hurt.

In this kind of situation, the only thing that you can really do is scream.

And that’s what they did.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

They screamed in sync, both not moving a muscle, one with lengthy silver hair and the other with short, wavy kelp tresses.

The dual screaming went on for a while, sleeping birds opened their eyes in alarm and flew from their trees in haste, flying away from where two weirdos were disturbing their peaceful night. A rabbit woke up in its burrow and twitched its ear in annoyance. The owl that had watched Harry’s inane jumping about earlier blinked its eyes at him.

Great, now the silly wizard has a friend.

Finally, Harry’s mind cleared enough to swing his thing and it caused the slack jaws of the other to fly off it and splash into the coldly glimmering waters of the Great Lake.

The waters trembled slightly as the figure disappeared beneath the dark water and Harry cast suspicious glances all around.

Silence.

He peered at the waters of the lake. Still. Apart from a few slight ripples caused by the night wind.

When he felt that he was mostly safe, he grasped the fearsome appendage that now lay innocently upon the tall grass and weeds by the lake.

He could feel his fingers on the tail and when he pulled on the fluffy tuft of bright silver hair, he could feel pain. With his fingers he followed the furry rope, until it reached the bottom of his spine.

It was a goddamn tail. A tail!

Harry had known that after the initial change and his six day ordeal that there would be more to come.

Just-

He sighed and pulled his tail closer for inspection. There was a small wound near the tuft or flame-like fur at the end of his tail. He healed it with a rather badly cast spell but a scar remained, probably because his tail only just been formed when it had been bitten. Brutally, Harry thought, fingering the small silvery-pink scar that was in the shape of a crescent moon.

Harry experimentally tried to move his tail-

-and moaned in agony when it swung and thumped him on the nose.

Damn, that thing is more hazardous than it looks.

He shifted slightly so he could glare at his tail, which poked out oddly from the back of his trousers. Keeping his eyes on it, he tried moving it minutely. It was enough of a push to send the tail thwacking gently onto Harry’s arm. He tried again, but with an even smaller movement and it wavered gently into the air.

“Sorry”

Harry’s tail thudded against the ground and he turned abruptly, causing it to wrap around his leg.

A water-drenched head bobbed on the gentle ripples of the Great Lake, the light of the moon causing the kelp-green hair to look a silvery turquoise.

Harry, sensing no blood thirst from the creature, inched closer to the lake until the water chilled his bare toes.

“Sorry for biting your tail” A musical voice came from a pouting mouth while its brown eyes seemed to laugh at him.

“Who are you?” Harry whispered, not wanting to scare the ethereal creature away.

“I could ask the same of yourself, Mr. Strange Creature”

With a jolt, Harry realised that maybe, this strange creature was more afraid of scaring Harry away. After all, he was a creature as dark as night, with glinting sharp teeth, silver hair and a tail that looked like a whip.

“Strange creature?” Harry smirked.

The creature with the head of kelp grinned, until it showed small pointed teeth.

“I’m the naiad of this lake, what are you?”

Harry looked at the naiad deeply, if this was a student of Hogwarts then he’d have to be careful of how much he told it. He didn’t want people to know what kind of nightmare-creature he could turn into, he’d rather be the Golden Boy everyone thought of than a monster.

“maister Scáth”

The creature raised an eyebrow and whistled.

“One of those, huh?”

Harry looked quizzically at it.

“Your tail was so wriggly I thought it was an eel. No dinner tonight then” The naiad’s eyes crinkled and musical laughing could be heard.

Harry laughed, loud resounding laughs that floated around in the air.

“How did it taste?”

“Terrible, I felt like I was chewing on leather”

“Thanks” Harry said, while his eyes did something that closely resembled a rolling of the eyes.

He moved closer to the water, trying to see the naiad better. Without warning the ground began to slide out from beneath him as he tripped over his tail, which had been wrapped around his foot.

Harry’s eyes opened wide as the dark waters of the Great Lake come closer, closer and closer, until with a loud splash! He fell, face first, into the cold waters. The chilling water entered Harry’s ears and nostrils, filling them with noiseless sound. Water wrapped itself around Harry limbs, forcing them downwards and squeezing the air from his lungs. A couple of moments after the initial shock and Harry forced his eyes open, the water stung his eyes and he could see nothing. He estimated about five minutes before he’d need to breathe again, but then again, he hadn’t had a proper breath before he fell. Maybe... about two minutes? He’d definitely have enough time to swim back to shore. Underwater, he flexed his muscles and began to move when lithe arms grabbed his own and pulled him upwards, the water streaming past them in colourful greens and greys.

The two of them were hauled to shore, lean bodies dripping with water, hair matted to their heads and shivering as the cold wind caressed their streaming bodies.

Harry found himself pushed to the ground, grass and twigs pressing into his back uncomfortably. His eyes widened slightly, as the green haired male (Harry had finally realised that there was no lumpy things hanging off the being on top of him) leaned slightly towards him, as if to-

-resuscitate him.

Harry’s Scáth instinct made him grab the waist of the water creature on top of him with both hands and roughly flip him on his back, until Harry was pressing the naiad onto the grass.

The male’s eyes met Harry’s for a slight moment before the brown eyes flecked with gold looked away.

“I could have swam to shore myself” Harry said, his face was a bit too close to the other’s but at the moment he was a bit too out of breath to care.

“Hmph, really? You looked like you were struggling a bit there” The creature beneath him smiled tauntingly up at him, eyelashes fluttering delicately.

Harry frowned slightly as he felt the tingle of magic brush against his skin, with slight annoyance, he felt his own magic push it away. The light blue strands smelled pleasantly of fresh mint.

“I can hold my breath for five minutes, you know. I’m not weak”

The naiad beneath him looked slightly shocked. Did he think I was weak? Harry mused, flicking his eyes towards the prone figure beneath him. The lean body writhed beneath him and Harry let the nameless male twist out of his grasp.

“Hmm, maybe”

Harry let his eyes widen in mock alarm.

“I’m terribly wounded~ Me? Weak?!” Harry flexed his muscles and stalked over to the naiad, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass.

With a smirk, Harry ripped off his dripping shirt and tossed it onto the ground. He put his hands to his waist and grinned at the shocked male.

“’Name’s Carion, you?”

The naiad shot a calculating glance his way before shifting slightly on the rock, positioning himself so that his webbed feet poked out on the side.

“Ryr”

Harry smiled and gestured at his pecs.

“Wanna wrestle?”

Ryr snorted in derision, “Want to be beaten?”

Harry grinned.

“I’m up to the challenge”

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A few hours later, Harry and Ryr lay panting on the ground, the water swirling around their feet.

Both sported scratches and bruises dotted their bodies, their breathing was ragged and Harry had a particularly large scratch on his tail.

He had told Ryr that it was unfair, but the naiad just snorted at him and told him that he shouldn’t have useless appendages if he couldn’t use them. Harry defended his tail and told Ryr that thanks to him, he’d have a bite mark scar on his tail forever.

“Serves you right, waving your tail in the water like that. You’re lucky I wasn’t Maisie”

“Maisie?” Harry asked.

“The giant squid that lives in the lake, he’s quite friendly, to me, that is”

Harry’s eyes bugged out.

“The giant squid’s name is Maisie?” Harry burst out into peals of laughter.

“Gee Carion, it’s not that funny”

“Yes it is! Imagine, the fearsome 200 yard long squid, whose species has been known to drag sailors beneath the sea, MAISIE!”

Ryr rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“It’s getting quite late you know”

Harry laughter grounded to a halt.

“What!?”

“I think it’s almost one in the morning” Strangely, the naiad sounded worried too.

Harry looked up at the sky, the moon still shone brightly and the owls still hooted eerily through the trees.

Harry could not think of a way to excuse himself without making himself suspicious.

“I- uh, I’m a student of Hogwarts- it’s getting late”

Ryr, for some reason looked relieved but Harry put it down to the naiad wanting to sleep- rest... whatever fish people did.

“Good bye, Carion”

Harry nodded and then grinned, “When can I visit?”

Ryr looked surprised for a moment.

“Whenever you come. I... can’t move away from the Great Lake anyway.”

Harry smiled at the naiad, who had turned onto his stomach like a fish, with his head propped up by his elbows.

“’Till next time, then”

With big loping strides Harry moved away from the bank or the lake, till he was hidden deeply among the trees. He stopped, then, and breathed deeply. He visualised his magic retreating back into his core and felt, dimly, his hair pushing back into his scalp, his nails and teeth retracting. Slowly, the slight pain stopped and Harry opened his eyes.

To a disturbing sight.

His tail was still there.

Still hanging absurdly from the back of his trousers.

Still making a nuisance of itself by unhelpfully thumping on Harry’s legs.

Harry sighed and tried to imagine it retreating back into his body. Nothing happened. Harry gave up. All changes were supposed to be able to revert with a well performed push. If they didn’t, well, Harry wasn’t going to waste energy trying. For now, that is, he didn’t particularly relish the idea of walking around school the next day with his tail swishing about.

With a jolt, Harry realised that he had Potions first thing tomorrow. With a groan, he facepalmed but then straightened.

Potions was the new professor, Bainbridge, wasn’t it?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Harry broke into a run, leaping over bushes and rocks as he made his way back to Gryffindor tower. Hissing the password to the nodding Fat Lady and creeping silently, he made his way to the boy’s dorm. A loud crash sounded behind him and Harry’s head whipped around in shock. His heart pounded wildly until he realised that his blasted tail had knocked over a vase.

Scowling, Harry muttered a quick scourgify, but because his wand was still unsuited for him, the shards of china shook on the floor while the flowers shredded into tiny pieces and the water spread on the carpet. With his slightly better hearing, he heard someone in the girl’s dorms start to wake and his hastily pushed them to a side and ran quickly into the boy’s dorms.

Once in there he headed quickly for his room. When he pushed the door open, he stopped and listened for uneven breathing, he turned towards Ron’s bed and silently observed his friend. When he assured himself that Ron was asleep, he clambered into his own bed and pulled the sheets over him.

Just before the mists of dreamland took him away, Harry dimly realised that his shirt had probably been forgotten by the lakeside.

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The Saviour woke to shrieking the next morning and covered his head with his pillow in annoyance. His late sleeping last night had caught up to him, leaving him bone tired and weary.

Faintly he heard Ron apologizing in the common room, apologizing for a broken vase.

When Harry next awoke, it was to Ron roughly prodding him awake.

“Waddish’it?” Harry asked groggily.

Ron’s soncerned face appeared in his view.

“Where were you last night, mate? You were gone for so long”

“What do you mean? I only went out for a short walk”

“Harry, I heard you break that vase”

Harry mentally cursed his tail.

“Ron, I just- went outside so I could... change”

Ron’s eyes cleared in understanding.

“Well, I told Hermione that I was the one who broke the vase and she’s out for my neck. Scary woman that she is”

Harry chuckled and stretched his arms, his tail flicking his sheets off lazily.

Ron’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Blimey, Harry! You forget something?” He gestured toward Harry’s tail.

The Boy-Who-Lived shrugged his shoulders, “I couldn’t get it to go away last night.”

Ron looked worriedly at it, “Well, you’re gonna have to hide it, Harry. People are already spreading rumours as to how you became- you know”

Harry nodded and Ron left the room but not before he reminded Harry that breakfast was in twenty minutes and that he’d better hurry the heck up, otherwise all the waffles would be gone.

Flinging his tired and battered body of his bed, he opened his trunk and grabbed a fresh shirt (the last one, he’d only had two after all) and pulled it on, then he grabbed his shoes, robe and tie (his trousers had been slept in).

After his robes were on, he grabbed his rebellious tail and tucked it into his belt.

Combing through his hair raggedly with his fingers, he threw a lopsided smile at the mirror and then left for the Great Hall.

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Harry realised his mistake as he took his seat at the Gryffindor table. He was sitting uncomfortably on his tail, which was tucked into his belt at the back. He mentally scolded himself and reminded himself to change its position during a break between lessons.

Ron was already tucking into his waffles with great gusto. Harry took a bit of fruit and some waffles from a plate near Ginny. She giggled as he reached for the waffles and attempted to lean on his arm as she reached for a platter of strawberries.

Harry returned to his own plate a little ruffled. Ron shot a glare at his sister and continued to munch, while rolling his eyes.

Girls, He mouthed and Harry grinned with him.

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Harry walked into the Potion’s classroom with his tail feeling like a train had run over it multiple times. It throbbed painfully and Harry eyed his seat in disgust before sitting down.

His eyes watered as sitting down brought another onslaught of pain and he sat gingerly, squinting through the perpetual potions mist.

The chattering class hushed as the new Potion’s Professor strode up to the front of the room. He cracked open a book on his desk and looked towards the class, chestnut hair ruffled by the quick walk to the front. Without much introduction, he began speaking.

“Now, who’s heard of the potion of Lesser Restoration?”

As usual, Hermione’s arm shot up in a flash.

By now the class was so used to it, they just let her speak.

“Yes, Miss...Granger” the professor said, after he consulted the parchment on his desk.

“It’s a potion that heals and it can only be used when someone is on the brink of death. Drinking it will make you as healthy as you were an hour ago”

Professor Bainbridge nodded.

“Five points to Gryffindor. Yes, the potion will restore the person to how they were an hour ago. This is also the reason it is called the potion of Lesser Restoration. However, this obviously has its shortcomings as-?”

Bainbrdge looked around the room before his eyes landed on Harry.

“Mr. Potter?”

Harry felt a blush rise to his cheeks as everyone turned in their seats, he sat up straighter but winced when it brought more pain to his tortured tail.

“Because, uh, this potion would be of very little use if the person had been tortured for a very long time or if the person had been in a state of perpetual death for many hours”

“Very good, five points to Gryffindor” Honey brown eyes speckled with gold smiled his way.

The Gryffindor side of the room cheered, ten points in one lesson and in Potions no less.

The Slytherins eyed the other side of the room in irritation.

“Pick up your books and turn to page eight”

Harry looked at the description of the potion in the book. It needed to be turquoise in colour, watery and taste like lemons.

Harry picked up a vial of what was supposed to be ogre’s breath. Setting up his cauldron and turing on the fire, Harry read through the list of ingredients:

Ogre’s breath

Powdered Ashen Clover

Mugwort bulbs

Cerulean Newt eyes

Frozen Wishtear

Bicorn Hooves

Harry read through the recipe and filled the cauldron with ogre’s breath, stirring it until it simmered and then slowly adding the chopped Bicorn hooves.

Harry searched distractedly for the chopped hooves before realising that they were sitting there, on his desk. Completely whole.

He fought back the urge to curse and took the hooves and chopped them violently until they turned into messy cube shapes. By this time, the potion was very nearly boiling and Harry just chucked the whole lot of Bicorn hooves in.

The next time, Harry grew wiser and he read the method first. He crushed the newts eyes and sliced the Mugwort bulbs into thin slices, collecting the juices in a bowl. The Bicorn hooves finally dissolved and Harry added a frozen Wishtear, one by one, into the mix. A few minutes later, the violet mix turned orange and Harry pushed in the powdered ashen clover.

Hermione’s potion was going fantastically well and Ron’s wasn’t too bad either, considering. Ron shot a look at Harry’s cauldron and grinned.

“Not to shoddy, eh Harry?”

Harry grinned back at him and said, “Not sure how long the luck will hold”

A pop went off in the cauldron and Harry hastily stirred it counter-clockwise thirty times. He then added the bulb slices and stirred it clockwise, the mixture turned a dark blue. After it was brought to the boil, Harry poured in the Mugwort bulb juices and stirred it in, the potion finally turning turquoise. Though, when Harry looked at Hermione’s cauldron, he realised his was a tad too dark and smelled more like oranges than lemons.

Soon after, the trio compared potions and Hermione’s looked closest to the proper potion which Bainbridge had produced and placed on his desk.

Harry and Ron tied, Ron’s being a tad too watery and smelling like lemon-lime drops.

Suddenly, Ron’s face fell and Harry felt a warm breath on the back of his neck.

“Not too bad, not too bad. Could’ve done better, but it’s a passing grade”

Harry grinned. He might pass potions without the help of a Half-Blood Prince’s notebook after all.

Hermione looked like she had been given the best present of her life. “You guys- made a potion!”

Ron and Harry chuckled and they packed their bags for the next lesson. Harry withdrew his parchment from the proper compartment and then looked down at his timetable. DADA time! Harry’s spirit’s soared, his favourite subject. He then looked at the name of the Professor next to it and his spirits sank.

Oh yeah

Snape

He groaned and ran his potion stained fingers in his hair. As Harry heard a sizzling sound, he yelped and ran his fingers under water.

As they cleaned up the benches though, Harry couldn’t help but feel concern for his professor. After all, Snape had saved him multiple times and Harry had seen his memories during the war.

...He probably wouldn’t like any of Snape’s classes, though.

He couldn’t truly bring himself to hate Snape with as much fervour as he had when he was younger, in fact, he found himself a little excited.

You could maybe even say that Harry had grown up.

The towel fell from his grasp and the extra-strength cleaning potion inside it melted the top of his shoe and Harry cursed.

Well, maybe.

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Review! Well, about the voting, I’ve recently come up with a much better chapter to start the voting on- sorry. It’ll be soon. Don’t worry.

It’ll be a scene were all candidates come together.

Well, this is exciting!

Cya-

p.s Sorry- i finished this chapter in a day- that might explain how rushed it seems...to me

Nekro Kitty.

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