Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Eighty-Four: Jungle Heart

Harry was a lot of things. He was a brother to Krinos and Melody, he was the boyfriend to Fred and George Weasley, and he was also a friend to animals everywhere. But there was also one more thing that he was as well. And that would be one of the best fighters at Crystal Rose.

Animal powers always were able to give him an advantage when he was fighting. The way that he was able to switch from animal to animal allowed him to adapt to any situation that anyone could think of. Being as slippery as a snake, as fast as a cheetah, as strong as an ape. There were a lot of things that he could do with the power of the animal kingdom behind him.

And seeing the man that killed his birth parents, Harry was definitely growling as his eyes became those of a lion. He did not care how he came back, but he was going to send that Hitler wannabe back to the depths of the Underworld where he belonged.

He jumped down from the tree that he was in as he approached the man-snake-creature thing that was Voldemort.

"I heard you were looking for me, Moldy Shorts," was the first thing that Harry said. "Well, here I am."

He let himself be seen by the evil wizard.

"Potter," Voldemort glared at him.

"It's Potter-Gardna," Harry rolled his eyes. "Does no one from Britain know how to hyphenate my name? I mean, really! It was annoying then and it is annoying now."

"So, you approach me without even a wand to defend yourself," Voldemort acted like Harry had not said anything. "Have you come to die by my hand? Which should have happened fourteen years ago."

"You are seriously still upset about that," Harry could never not be cheeky and sassy since he is a Gardna. "It's been fourteen years. You really need to get over it, already. Between you and Snape, you both need to really grow up and get over these stupid grudges."

Because of his animal instincts, the animal mage was able to pick up on the fact that one of the death eaters that was behind Voldemort had tightened the grip on his wand when he had mentioned Snape. Harry could not see his face under the hood with the shadows, but he had a feeling he already knew.

"As far as last words go, those are the worst that I have ever heard," Voldemort glared at Harry. "Avada Kadavra!"

The green light shot out from the end of his wand. But Harry only smirked as in a flash of blue light, he disappeared.

"Where did the little brat go," said a female death eater that Harry recognized as the one that had tortured Neville's parents, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Try looking up," Harry called from over their heads.

They all looked up to see Harry flying above them. The spirit of an eagle was around him, showing how he had gotten up there. Harry had a very smug look on his face.

"Avada Kadavra," Voldemort cast at him again.

Spells started flying at Harry, who was very elegant in the air as he dodged them. If there was one thing that playing Quidditch had taught him, it was how to dodge. He had to learn considering the bludgers that would try and get him as well as the Slytherin team members that would constantly try and cheat by attempting to knock him off his broom. Not that they knew how he did not even need the broom to fly.

"Jungle soul, elephant," Harry cast.

The spirit of the eagle was changed into that of an elephant. Harry was quick to start falling back to the ground. But with the added weight of the elephant spirit, he was more like a meteor that was crashing down to Earth. There was even the cartoon sound of a whistle that could be heard as he came closer to the ground.