Shifter

Chapter 3

A/N: Helloo ;) Good to see ya. Hope you enjoy!

                   This time, instead of going through the same old boring running routine, the Antimatter and I  picked up where we left off. It was holding me down, its cold hands gripping my shoulders, draining away - something. I didn't know what it was, but there was this feeling of emptiness, of something inside me trickling out of me, bit by bit, and I knew, as if by instinct, that if this didn't stop something very bad was going to happen. 

                  And so again, as if by instinct, I willed myself safe. I wanted it so badly. I imagined myself with thick, taut muscles, a powerful body, able to throw off this creature without a second thought. And, almost without my noticing, I swelled, grew white fur and a snout, and I was a polar bear. What? No, I really was a polar bear, which the Antimatter was not expecting. I raked across its body with my claws, my heavy paw catching it under its chin. I lunged upwards then and ran, pounding across the field, dry grass crunching under the pads of my paws.

                  Before long though, I was panting, my blubbery, thick-coated body not suited for the heat of the plains. And so I closed my eyes even as I ran, and before I knew it I had leaner, faster muscles, a lighter, spotted coat, and I was running in graceful, lightning-fast bounds. But I couldn't do this for too long. I was fast, but I was sprinting at a very unsustainable pace, and the Antimatter had recovered from its shock and was catching up. No, I thought as it drew closer.

                  I changed one more time, accidentally, as my sharp vision spotted a hole a couple yards ahead. Without thinking, almost without realizing, I turned into a prairie dog, small and twitchy and fast, and dove into the hole.

              Of course, there was a kind of recurring theme in these dreams, and this one was no exception. The moment I got in the hole, I realized the tunnel was a dead end. The antimatter flew in after me like it was being sucked in through a vaccuum pipe, its billowing darkness compacting into one pitch black cylinder. It reached out a single bony finger, and placed it in the center of my forehead, even as I backed against the dirt of the dead end, terrified.

                  My chest was heaving, and my prairie dog heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. I was going to die, or worse, I knew it. I could practically feel my pupils dilating in terror, my shining-bead eyes widening until they were ten miles wide. 

                  Even as I watched, the antimatter withdrew its scaly finger from my forhead, dragging with out a sort of outline of my prarie dog body, made of golden light, which seemed to solidify more and more the farther out he pulled it. I say out because in that moment I could feel that light inside of me, and as the antimatter drew it out, bit by bit, like a piece of memory from Dumbledore's head, it was like it was pulling a piece of my body out, as real and tangible as pulling out a hair. And, of course, before I could figure out what happened, I woke up, panting, to the sound of my mother screaming my name, telling me to get my lazy butt out of bed or I would be late for school. 

A/N: Hey, so just to be clear, I don't own Dumbledore (no matter how much I wish I did own those characters), that was just an allusion to the Harry Potter series. Also, I realize that these chapters are kind of short... I'm going to work on making them longer, but really it's more of a matter of when the most climactic event is to end the chapter. That being said, I will try to start writing longer chapters, or at least posting more frequently. But anyway, hope you like! Comment and do whatever else it is you do... ;) TTYL