It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Day Five Part Two

It's not really anyone's POV (or maybe it's from all of their views?)​​​​​​​

"You've already accomplished the first part of the training, which of course is finding your animagus form, or what it will be," Hexa began. She paced around the Room. The two boys, who were sitting on pillows in the Room, which still looked like the training one for the DA, followed her with their eyes. "Clear your minds of everything but the stag that you will become. Think of every hair, every spot on the antlers. Think as though you are this creature. Replay a memorable––or many, actually, would be better––event in your life, but replace yourself with this animal––would it have done if it were in such a situation?"

"Wow, Hexa, you remind me of Professor McGonagall when she was my transfiguration teacher," Harry said, impressed.

"No talking!" Hexa said sternly. "Sorry. You're supposed to concentrate, and it's easier if you don't talk. Don't think about me, or Draco, or the Room of Requirement, or the rest of Hogwarts, or literally of anything anywhere except your stag. Nothing else exists. Now, close your eyes, and concentrate on everything I just said."

The Gryffindor and Slytherin squeezed their eyes shut, visibly tensing up, scrunching his nose.

Hexa seemed to notice and continued talking. "You can also think of why the stags are your animagus forms. They are proud creatures, peaceful, caring for those they love, and bold. Think of times when you acted with the traits of them."

Draco tried really hard, but he had no idea as to why he was supposed to be a stag. He'd never had many incidents where he was peaceful and caring. His family taught him to do the opposite. None of the few he'd had lasted longer than five minutes, most . . . except when he was with Harry. And Hexa, for that matter.

He could be bold and proud if he ever felt the need, but those were more Gryffindor traits than Slytherin ones, and there were many other animals that would suit him better––a snake, for example, or perhaps an eagle. Hell, a fox would fit him moderately. But not a stag. Why was his patronus––his supposed animagus form––a stag?

Meanwhile, sitting right next to him on a red pillow, Harry simply couldn't concentrate on his animal at all. Instead, he was more focus on Draco's, and why it was Draco's. Of course, he didn't know the other boy was wondering about the exact same thing.

It just didn't make sense. It didn't fit him. And how could they have the same patronus?

As curious as the Gryffindor was, he also enjoyed the fact that all three of them could walk around at the same-ish height on four hooves, which would make general things easier than if Draco were, for example, a turtle. (Not that that would ever have been an option, but point made, right?)

Harry, finally unable to take it anymore, broke the silence and the concentration (or lack thereof) on becoming an animagus and flopped backwards on the floor, now suddenly carpet, with a large sigh. The two looked over at him.

"I can't do it. Not right now; I'm too distracted," he told them, then added "Sorry" to Draco, since he was probably on the right track to his form when Harry had interrupted.

If only he knew. . .

"Let's go out into the snow," Hexa suggested softly. "Think more about the thing distracting you, and maybe if you put enough thought in, it'll be less prominent, and make it easier for you to concentrate. And, if that doesn't work, maybe all the whiteness outside will help clear your mind. . . Well, probably not, but we might as well try. Come on, then!"

Once outside, the trio walked in a happy silence through the light snow.

The two boys, unbeknownst to the other, were both still thinking about Draco's patronus, while Hexa was off in her own world, trying to think of other ways that may help connect the boys to their individual animagus. Acting as stags crossed her mind, but they probably would just prance around and she imagined Harry would try to eat grass under all the snow. She doubted that'd help anything whatsoever, except possibly up the chances of catching a cold.