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harry potter is gnomeface, king of gnomes (bravestheart) wrote in flippedrpg,

Harry sat up, starting to smile at her enthusiasm. "Yeah," he said. "It's incredible, and weird and..." He gave her a sheepish smile, and chuckled. "I wasn't expecting to be anything that big."

He was a bear. Just wrapping his mind around that one was going to take some time. They were protective; well, Harry supposed that made sense, but anything could be protective over their children, really. Being protective was certainly in his nature, but Harry wasn't sure he felt like that was unique, distinguishable, something that would weigh heavily on the scales that decided what form his inner animal would turn out to be. "What else do you know about bears?"

There was even more reading to be done now, he realized; not about the process or transformation itself, but about what he was becoming. When he imagined a bear in his mind, it was standing in a cage at the zoo, which was the only time he'd actually seen one himself-- in pictures, he'd seen one plucking a fish out of a river, or wandering through a meadow. Well, at least it made sense that he was something relatively... peaceful, not something that automatically struck fear into someone's heart, not something that had automatically reacted aggressively. Because Hermione had been right there, and if he'd turned into something-- well, she'd known what he was going to be, and that she would be safe. Still, Merlin, if he'd been something dangerous...

But of course he wouldn't be. He was a fighter, but not an aggressor, not an attacker. A bear... a bear actually suited that fairly well, he supposed, from the sense he had gotten of the beast's instincts. It hadn't moved to harm Hermione because she was no threat to him, despite how close she was; it had a relatively peaceful mind, the kind that would be content wandering through forests or patiently waiting for a fish to swim by in the river. And yet, Harry had felt the power in those enormous, clawed paws, and the muscular weight of the bear's body-- if he chose to fight, he would be a force to be reckoned with. Certainly enough to take on a werewolf, which had been his dad and godfather's use of their animagus forms. The amount of physical power in the bear's body actually frightened him a little, because of what it meant about him. Did he have that much power, in a different way, in his human form?

"I really can't believe that just happened," he said, after he'd thought that through. He let out a breath, and then laughed again. "I want to try again, but I think I should wait a bit, yeah?"