Well as promised the rewrite, a lot of it hasn't changed much. I just tried to make it less like Harry didn't care about the humans. Lots of people will probably complain that it hasn't changed much, but they'll just have to zip it and wait for the rest of the chapters.

Enjoy

Also; I don't own HP or AVP or anything in those franchises.

Harrison James Potter Black Slytherin Gryffindor Peverell, also known as Harry, sighed as he stared at the cauldron in front of him. Said cauldron contained a potion which could be used to find out what ones animagus is. The potion would also help speed up the transformation.

Harry knew that his teachers and the Order of the Phoenix would probably scold him if they ever found out about what he was doing. He also knew that taking the potion was very dangerous. One mistake and the whole potion would be completely messed up. He was a rather good brewer but only because he practiced in the chamber of secrets whenever he had the chance to do so. And he even practiced in the summer. Though he kept that a secret for everyone. No one was to find out he used an abandoned warehouse to practice his magic and potion brewing.

He knew about the risks he was taking but ever since he found out about the animagus ability he had been fascinated with it. The ability to turn into your inner animal and to shift into that form sounded amazing to the young powerful wizard.

When he saw Professor McGonagal changing from a cat into a human in his first year on school he had been immediately fascinated with it. He had asked Congealed how she could change forms. When receiving the answer he had run to the library and read every book about the animagus. He had read every book about the subject in the school's library and he even bought a few books. Reading them only increased his desire to become an animagus. That desire grew when he found out about his father and godfather being an animagus.

In his third year he began searching for ways to help him become an animagus. He did it in secret for he did not want anyone to find out what he was doing. Becoming an unregistered animagus could get him a one way ticket to Azkaban. When he stumbled on a potion that could help him find his inner animal as well as help him transform quicker he had shoved it aside.

He knew what the dangers were if he did not brew the potion correctly. He could be stuck in the animagus form or even die. But the thought and the promise of the success in becoming an animagus had hunted him for many nights.

He had been sorted in Griffindor, the house said to house brave and loyal people, and thus was a Griffindor. But the sorting hat had also said he would fit well in Slytherin. Harry knew the hat was right but he decided it would be better if he became a Griffindor. That was why he got sorted in the house of the lions. Though over the years Harry had found out he was as cunning and sly as a Slytherin. That had helped many times but when it came to the potion. He could not decide whether to brew the potion or not.

His Slytherin side wanted to become an animagus and his Griffindor side wanted that as well. But His Slytherin side also told him it was a great risk to brew the potion. Whereas his other side told him to risk it and brew the potion. He decided to practice as much as he could as a compromise between both his sides. When he was certain he could brew the potion correctly he decided to do it.

Since he didn't want his relatives to suspect or find out about what he was doing, he called on the name of the only one he knew who could help him. And that had proved to be a very good idea. Dobby was very eager to help Master Harry and he had retrieved the necessary ingredients for the potion.

Harry knew he should have mentioned to the house elf to get the ingredients in an apothecary rather than stealing it from Snape's cabinets. But he couldn't really care, it was not like Snape would find out it was Harry who had an house elf steal the ingredients. Besides he had made sure to order Dobby to be extremely cautious when retrieving the ingredients.

When Dobby returned with everything Master Harry needed all Harry had to do was wait for an opportunity to brew the potion. The opportunity came when the Dursleys were having a family dinner in an expensive restaurant. The Dursleys kicked him out of their house because they didn't want him to be alone, performing his 'freakishness' in their perfect and normal home.

As soon as his relatives were gone he had called Dobby. The house elf was very eager to get Harry's things from within the house. He had Dobby retrieve the things he needed, before he left to a small abandoned warehouse near the street. There he carefully and correctly brew the potion, following the instructions correctly. He made sure not to skip any steps and to read each step a few times before he continued. After all he didn't want to accidentally get himself blow up, injured or killed.

When the potion was finished Harry had spend a few minutes staring at it. He wanted to become an animagus but he wasn't sure if the potion was save. He didn't read about any side affects the potion could have so he had his doubts about taking it. So now he was staring at the complete and correctly brewed potion. Dobby stood a few feet away next to Master Harry's trunk, curious as to what Harry was going to do with the potion.

Finally making a decision he sighed and downed the potion in one go. He stuck out his tongue with a disgusted expression, potions weren't meant to be sweet. As minutes passed by, waiting for it to work, he began to panic.

What if the potion did not work? What if he brewed it wrong? What if-

His panic was abruptly cut off when his body experienced pain worse than the cruciatus curse, his bones snapped and shifted, his skin, his body completely and utterly changed. It hurt, even more than the cruciatus curse. And that was saying a lot for he had felt that curse many times. Harry cried out in pain and arched his back.

He faintly heard Dobby wailing in panic as he fell to to ground. He felt the elf's small hands on his body before he blacked out and slipped into oblivion.