HP : The Chronicles

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The week ended and the majority of the students returned home for the winter break. Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville, who had asked his grandmother if he could stay -and be spared the grand family reunion, citing he needed to study as a reason- and the Potters were practically the only ones left in Gryffindor house and even Harry and Adrian left for the day before Christmas, as their parents would be away for a week and return just after New Year's Eve. Harry thought he might have been seeing things, but there was some sort of tension between Lily and James that wasn't there before. He wrote it off as his imagination as he returned to the castle early on Christmas morning.

Presents had been exchanged and, after having a good laugh at the newly enchanted -courtesy of the Weasley twins- Percy's Prefect badge, that now read Pin-Head, the green eyed Potter twin walked towards the dungeons to Severus's office. His brother and his friends seemed over excited that morning, but it was Christmas after all and besides, the only interesting thing that Harry had gotten out of his brother was that, when he had gone to Dumbledore's office after discovering Justin and Nick, Fawkes had regenerated.

So, deciding to enjoy Christmas day, Harry told Neville not to give him his present yet and meet him at the Great Hall in an hour; like that, he was dungeon bound and had just enough time to exchange his gifts with Severus before going to fetch Neville for his Christmas surprise.

"Merry Christmas, Harry!" The potions master exclaimed when the boy in question entered his office. He was in a good mood from what Harry could see and that promptly put a smile on his face. Severus had gotten him some freshly cut ash branches, perfect for the broom he was designing, a professional broomsmith kit -all prototype models were made using those tools he explained, after Harry got over the fact said tools were made from pure silver- and a scroll he insisted he would give him later, just to heighten the suspense.

Harry on his part, presented him with three large tomes on potions, neatly wrapped in dark green paper, titled Scinncræft DrenceBréowan, or The Art of Potion-Making; the books were clad in the finest dark brown leather with swirling patterns of silver on their backs. Severus opened the first one, with a child-like excitement. His mouth fell open at the sight.

"Were did you find these texts?" He asked, his eyes skimming over recipes and potions rare or forgotten.

"I asked Minnie to visit my vault and find anything there was on Nicholas's collection on the subject of rare potions; it was mostly in different scrolls and in various states of fraying parchment, but I asked her to bring those I found interesting at school a few at a time, since I didn't finish the whole thing during the summer. I only read a few in detail, but I did my best to catalogue them and make legible copies out of the originals. According to their titles and some brief reading of their descriptions, I believe my classification is understandable." Harry stated shrugging, his eyes still stuck on a delicate silver instrument in his tool-box. A tool he almost dropped as Severus enveloped him in a hug.

"You just have to go and surprise me every single time, don't you?" The potions master inquired laughing.

"I'm trying." Came Harry's muffled response. "I take it you like your gift."

"You think?" The potions master asked with a wide smile. "I love it!" He turned the pages softly, his smile widening by the second; he couldn't believe some of the potions that were included in there.

"Good." Harry stated exhaling.

"No, Harry; it's perfect." Severus closed the book and placed it carefully on his desk. "Love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dad." The green eyed boy offered back. "And now, about that scroll."

"Ah, the scroll." Severus stated taking said parchment from the desk. His smile widened as he handed the old parchment to Harry. "I did some research on the book I gave you last Christmas on animagus transformation and this is what I came up with." The green eyed wizard unrolled the parchment and started reading; his eyes turned wider and wider with each word.

"Is this for real?" He asked looking at a smug potions master.

"As real as it gets."

"Multiple animagi forms?" Harry whispered, his hands tightening slightly on the scroll, a shocked smile making its way on his face, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yes."

"But how?" The boy asked, almost jumping on his toes.

"It's not easy." Severus explained, taking the parchment from Harry's hands before the boy ripped it in his tightening grasp. "The first form you get is instinctual; it's connected to your magical core, it's more of an inherent expression of the power that triggers the animagus transformation that mostly depends on your character."

"But if the form you take is predestined, how can you provoke a second one?" Harry asked, not having had time to read the whole text on the parchment in his haste to make sure there actually was such a possibility.

"Once you have completed your first transformation once, what you have technically done is learn how to channel the type of magic necessary to become an animagus. The animal you turn into is not the problem at that point because you feel how it should all turn out. Your second transformation is the complete opposite of that." The potions master elaborated, with a vividness Harry wished he was free to use while teaching too.

"Opposite how?"

"It's quite simple as a concept, but much harder to execute." Severus continued. "This time you already have the ability to morph your body, you understand how it works, but mentally, you keep channelling it towards the form you know how to change into."

"So what, you just imagine of a second form and…"

"Not that simple I'm afraid." Severus interrupted him. "As I said, the first form is inherent; you just imagine your body changing and it does. You don't have to think of how your muscles or bones and arteries should be like, because your body already knows what to do; all you have to focus on is harnessing the magical ability to do it." Harry understood what Severus was saying, in a way; he had never wondered before how comes he turned into a wolf without knowing how the body of a wolf worked.

"So how is a second transformation possible?"

"Since your mind doesn't know how to do it, you just have to teach it." Severus explained with a smirk.

"And by that you mean…"

"Pick an animal and study it; its anatomy, the way it walks and interacts, how it feeds, how it breathes, everything actually." The potions master stated. "Once you know how the end result should be, your magic takes care of the rest." Harry just gapped at Severus in awe.

"And how comes I've never heard of this before?" The green eyed boy asked, not really caring, too interested in starting working on the second transformation.

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