Second Chance at Saving Them {Harry Potter}

Motorcycles and Broomsticks

Soooo.... I got bored, but I got bored and started writing a new and improved reading the books fic. I have been and will be giving regular updates on how far I am on my profile page. I will let all of my wonderful fans know on this story when I post my first chapter of my coming up fanfiction- "Discovering the Truth" stay tuned. Now, onto the question:

What is the official Ministry of Magic Classification on the danger of the Puffskein?

Answer: XX

(random, I know, but I recently read a fanfic that made me rethink the entire Harry Potter series... It revolved around Puffskeins.)

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Harry greeted his Aunt Petunia with a smile. The two of them had become much closer now that they only spent a week at a time together and Harry spent a majority of that working with her in the garden or in his room. When he was stuck in his room, he usually read, but about a very specific topic. He'd been thinking about it, and he had decided to become an Animagus again, which would require a lot of focus and meditation. He really should have considered starting this in History of Magic.

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When his week at the Dursley's was over, Harry made a mad dash out to where Sirius was waiting. He had agreed last year to pick Harry up the "normal" way, though he neglected to tell the Dursleys that he would be coming by motorcycle, which left Uncle Vernon a shade of purple Harry was quick to get away from. Sirius noticed this when he hopped off to grab Harry's trunk, and if not for a warning look from Harry he would have taken great glee in egging him on. Instead, he grabbed Harry's trunk and threw it on the back of his bike after casting a feather-light charm. Sirius handed Harry his own helmet from under the back seat and insisted he put it on before getting on the bike. They drove all the way to Sirius' place by The Burrow and once they were inside, Harry told him about his desire to become an Animagus again.

"Wait, again?"

"Did I not tell you I became one?" Sirius shook his head, "Oh, well I became one a couple years after the war. We were hunting down the old Death Eaters and a couple got the jump on me. If it wasn't for Ron I'd be either tied up or dead. It could have been avoided easily if I hadn't been so distracted, but I decided to become an Animagus. I had a bit of inspiration on that front."

"I don't like the whole almost dying part but I do feel honored your taking after me and your dad. What's your form?" Sirius was bouncing up and down, curious.

"I'm an owl. Or, I was. I'm not sure if it's changed at this point. I know I've changed personally, but my Patronus never changed so I can't know for sure."

"You can make a Patronus too?"

"Since my third year, actually. I keep forgetting what I've told you. But the first time around, you escaped Azkaban so the Ministry put Dementors all around the school. I was very... affected by them and so I asked Remus, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the time, to teach me a way to fend them off." 

Sirius let out a low whistle, "Impressive. How long did it take for it to take a corporeal form? Assuming you have one since you said it hasn't changed shape."

"A couple months," Sirius' eyes bugged out, "I was able to make a wisp of it on my second or third try, I think. You wanna see it?" Sirius nodded, the Ministry was aware he was now with Sirius so any magic they detected would be assumed to be his. Harry's happy memory had changed numerous times throughout his years. Once, it had been his three children, happy and safe. Then this happened and now thinking about them made him sadder than anything, so his happy memory returned to what it had been before that, the sight of Ginny on their wedding day, almost twenty years ago. He focused on the memory and raised his wand.