Unmanageable Mischief

- Chapter Five -

Harry James Potter, in fact could not wait for the family of red-heads to come rescue him (not to mention see Hedwig again). Not even the morning after he'd made his plans, he found himself unceremoniously thrown out of the house just as the sun was rising. With the silently fumed order to make himself scarce until the end of summer when he could come back to collect his things.

He stood there dazed, blinking for a good thirty seconds before scampering away. Without direction he wandered aimlessly in confusion for a while before he stopped at the old abandoned park.

Any attempts at figuring out why he'd been thrown out tossed in an incinerator the moment he sat on one of the swings.

Now, Harry had experienced a lot to get to this point in his life, much more than he was sure his peers would have experienced in their seven years at Hogwarts. Yet he couldn't even blame the Dursley's, even he was a little more than creeped out.

The moment the odd thick symbol floated in front of his face and opened a singular wide eye at him, Harry nearly screamed bloody murder.

Looking around brought three uniquely different ones to light hovering around him. It didn't help that they looked oddly familiar. Harry didn't want to consider how long these things—Unown, his mind supplied—had been hanging around him.

It wasn't a very comfortable thought that highly likely for the last month—at least, seeing as no one had mentioned them at Hogwarts— eyeballs had been following him around everywhere.

Harry wasn't sure what to think of the fact that whatever these unknown creatures were, they seemed to hold a very strong interest in himself.

Unfortunately for Harry, as well as everyone that had ever told him to be careful, he'd never been the most patient of people especially after he unlocked his Animagus. Nor could he sit still for half of a second. So after two seconds of deadlock staring at the flat eyeball, Harry deemed it creepy but harmless and began studying it.

It was a flat, thin creature shaped like an eye with appendages, which made it resemble a letter similar to the Latin alphabet. Entirely black in color besides its white sclerae.

The creature—or rather creatures, felt familiar to Harry. As if...

Filled with a sudden spike for playful curiosity, Harry focused on the new power he could warmly call his own. Feeling it gather towards his palm he attempted to reach out to the floating eyeball only to cringe the next moment to a familiar yet different pain.

Without much warning, Harry found himself forced into his Animagus form, easily losing his balance on the swing set he face-planted into the rough surprising deep sand with a startled yelp. Disoriented, spat out the grains filling his mouth, struggling to stand, he still tried to shake his little mane in an attempt to rid it of sand. Wobbling on his four stubby legs, the sand feeling odd underneath his paws, he stumbled as the strong vibration sent him off kilter and back into the sand.

A suppressed whimper escaped his snout. His Magic flaring painfully wild around his body as if having not expected the sudden change of form. Is mind to steeped in confusion to take much notice of how his body was oddly making no fuss towards his current form this time.

He was just barely able to make out the suddenly frenzied black eyeball creature above him, that seemed to multiply in his moments of blotted vison.

The symbolish creatures danced oddly around him, and he very distinctly took note of the odd portal-ish cloud which they seemed to exit from above him. In any other moment, Harry would have admired how beautiful it looked.