InsaneJournal

Who: Harry & Hermione (canon)
What: ANIMAGUSSSS TIMES
When: Wednesday night
Where: Hermione's room in Pi(e)
Warnings: nah. Well, maybe a little sad in Harry's narrative.

Today was good. Today, it was going to work. Harry had spent all morning participating in the reindeer games, and he could still feel what it had been like to be a different animal. And then, he had spent the afternoon and early evening running around in the snowball fight. He was physically tired but mentally energized, and the endorphins from all of the exercise-- not to mention the positive sentiments from his birthday and Christmas in general-- were holding many of his worries at bay. If there was going to be any day for him to get into the right mental state to transform, it would be today.

But there was still the problem of how hard he was trying, and so he had been at it for a few hours now. Breathing, trying to relax and focus all at once, and attempting to transform; then taking a moment to collect himself before trying again. Trying to reach down into his very soul and find his inner animal, and then make his magic create it; there were so many things to hold together in his mind all at once, and he had to hold onto them loosely, will them to work together rather than force it. It took an enormous amount of emotional and mental and magical effort, but tonight he was refusing to be frustrated with himself. He was so close.

And then, on what must have been the hundredth try, he had it. He felt something click in his mind, felt the connection between his will and his magic that came with successfully mastering a spell, and it was starting. The very atoms of his body were starting to shift, and he was... he was growing.

It was such a strange and surprising sensation that Harry was startled out of his concentration almost immediately, returning back to his own form the moment he lost his grasp on the magic. He was breathing hard, as if he'd just run for miles, and staring at Hermione in wide-eyed shock. "Holy..." he began, and trailed off, speechless. "That was..."

What had that been? Or more accurately, what was he? Something huge, something much larger than Harry himself; for that brief moment, he'd had the overwhelming feeling that he was becoming something immense. Something very large and physically powerful, and that... that was not at all what he had expected. He'd stopped expecting a cockroach, but he still hadn't expected that. Most of the time, even when he managed to succeed or hold his ground, Harry still viewed himself as being rather small; not insignificantly so, but certainly smaller than his larger than life persona. An animagus form said so much about a person, though. If his was enormous and imposing, what did that say about him?