Hello everyone! As I promised, this is the rewrite for Awakening, and things will be a little different. Chapters will be longer, and better, and it will be as different as possible from a certain story it was previously compared to. Also I'm changing Harry's animagus forms a bit.

Warnings: there may be lemons, I haven't decided yet, and there will definitely be violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. Only time I'm gonna say it.

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"Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled as he fended of hundreds of ghostly dementors to protect his godfather. A white vapor sprayed from his wand. A white stag entered the clearing and attacked the dementors. Once all of the dementors were gone, he looked down at Sirius and let down his guard. Harry heard something above him, like the flapping of wings, and as he looked up, a massive figure, blacker than the sky around it, let loose a torrent of flames that enveloped him and his godfather.

Harry sat up in bed, covered in cold sweat. As he breathed heavily, he realised it was just a dream. He had been having the same dream every night, ever since he found out Sirius was his godfather. It never changed. He never could figure out what it meant, or what the shape in the sky was.

Harry got out of bed to look out of his window. It was still dark, and he estimated it was four in the morning. He saw a shape flying towards his window. He was scared until he saw it was just Hedwig, his owl. She was returning from a night of hunting. He opened the window for Hedwig to get in, and once she settled in her cave he closed it back and went back to sleep.

Harry awoke to the sound of tapping on glass. He looked at his window, thinking Hedwig wanted in, only to realize Hedwig was asleep in her cage. He looked around wondering what the noise was. His eyes settled on his mirror, which was now set on an old looking trunk. In fact, it wasn't even his mirror. As he looked into it he saw none other than Sirius Black, his godfather, looking back at him.

"Hello Harry!" Said Sirius. "Like the gift?" He asked.

"The mirror?" Harry asked.

"Oh no, not that, it's the trunk underneath it." He said. "Open up the little top compartment."

Harry looked at the compartment, which was approximately 1/10 the size of the lid. Harry opened it, and inside sat three rings. The first ring was made of gold, with a red gem set in it. The second ring was silver, with a black gem in it. The final ring was silver with gold in place of a gem. Each one had a different crest etched into the gem.

" Those are house rings, Harry. The first one is the Potter house ring, which you can use now. It makes you head of house, and gives you access to all of your house vaults. The second one is the Black house ring, which you officially get when you turn sixteen. The last one is the Peverell ring, which you inherit when you turn seventeen. You can access the rings prematurely if you are emancipated, or recognized as an adult. To put the Potter ring into effect, repeat after me: 'I, Harry James Potter, here by accept the ring of the noble and ancient house of Potter, and in doing so become head of house Potter.'" Harry repeated his words carefully, and the first ring glowed briefly, and disappeared, reappearing in his right hand's middle finger. The compartment with the rings sank into the chest as if it was never there.

"Now, open the trunk." Sirius said. Harry opened it to find a small room inside of the trunk. "Take the mirror in there then climb in." Sirius commanded. Harry picked up the mirror and climbed into the trunk, shutting the lid behind him. Inside was a full sized common room, with couches, trunks, and a fire place. He could see other rooms leading of from the main room, such as a bedroom and a kitchen.

"Whoa." Harry said.

"It's a pocket dimension. Wizard use them for them tents and bags, mostly. It has a bedroom, bath, fully stocked kitchen, and an exercise room, which I expect you to take full advantage of. You're way too scrawny for your age."

"Wow, thanks Sirius, now I won't have to deal with the Dursley's. Harry said happily.

"Now, there are several, trunks in here with various items. Open the one closest to you." Harry complied. "That one is full of every text book you will ever need for school, as well as a few extra on occlumency and elemental magic."

Thanks Sirius, I-." "I expect you to read all of them. You seem to be falling behind in your studies." Sirius said sternly. "Now, open up the next one." Sirius said. Harry opened it and saw it held a tray with potions on it. "There are four potions in there. The red one will restore you to peak physical prowess for your age. The blue one will help to build muscle, but you still need to exercise. The yellow one will unlock any hidden magical abilities and remove any blocks on your magic, excluding the trace. The black one with white electricity running through it is the animagus potion. It will show you a glimpse of your animagus form. It is safe to take them all at once, but it may knock you out for a few days."

"What's in the last trunk?" Asked Harry.

"It is a full potions kit with detailed instructions. I know how great of a teacher Snivellus is and I wanted you to actually learn. One last thing. The main trunk can only be unlocked with your ring, so nobody can steal from it. Now take those potions, lay down, and I will see you again soon."

"Goodbye, Sirius." Harry said, "And thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, my boy." Sirius said as he faded from the mirror.

"Well, I guess I'll take his advice." He grabbed the four potions and headed for his room. He sat down on the bed, and uncorked the red potion. "Here goes nothing." He said, then he gulped down the potion. He didn't feel any pain, so he continued. He picked up the blue potion and drank it. Same with the yellow one. He felt slightly more powerful as he picked up the black potion. He braced himself, then drained it, barely having time to think before he fell into unconsciousness.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up to see a forest floor at night. Even though it was pitch dark, he could see fine. He dropped and unfurled his wings, which caught him in the air. He flew through the trees in search of his reflection. It was then that Harry understood the true joys of flying. Flying on his broomstick didn't even compare to flying on his own. He dodged tree trunks and vines as he flew threw the canopy. Eventually he heard a river, and followed it out to a lake. As he flew over the lakes surface, he saw his reflection in the water. He was a black bat, with a small body and wings that were larger than its body. He had a fox like face and large ears, with bright emerald eyes. Unfortunately flying in the open brought him some unwanted attention. He heard a screech, and saw a hawk chasing him. He flew higher into the air, then dove straight down to the ground. He used all of his skills as a seeker to pull out of the dive and fly parallel to the ground, mere inches above it. The hawk wasn't so lucky. It crashed into the ground, snapping its neck and killing it. Harry flew away into the trees as his dream faded into darkness.

He opened his eyes again to find himself lying on a pile of gold. He stretched his wings and tried to stretch his arms and legs, only to find that he doesn't have any. He pulled himself off of the pile and into a clearing, where he flapped his wings and took to the air, flying in search of his reflection. He soared through the air, his long tail acting like a rudder to keep him steady. He flew above the tree tops, snatching a vulture out of the air and eating it. He found a lake at the edge of the trees, and landed in front of it. He looked at himself in the water, and saw a dragon-esque face looking back. He had shiny burgundy scales, and shining green eyes. He had black horns atop his head, and a line of small horns going down his jaw line. His wings had clawed hands at the ends, with three black claws each. He had a serpentine body, that was about thirteen feet long, two feet in neck. On his neck were gills, and in his chest were lungs, so he could breathe above and below water. His tail was tipped in a black arrow head shaped scale. From his fangs dripped venom, and from his breath the water in front of him froze. Harry spread his wings and flew into the air, and turned over to drop into the water. He crashed into the water, and spread his wings to swim. He found he could swim as well as he could fly. He swam into the depths, and he faded into darkness again.

Harry opened his eyes again to find him in a hellish land, with a black sky and numerous fires on the ground. It was very shadowy, and the places not lit with fire were dark. Harry saw a mirror like stone, and started to move towards it. Something in the shadows moved, and something large and terrifying stalked out of the shadows. It was tall, with red and black swirled skin, and bat like wings. It charged at Harry, but he sidestepped, and the demon barreled past him. The demon charged again, leaping into the air and bringing down its fist. Harry punched it in the gut as it fell. Harry threw the demon and charged after it, not giving it time to recover. Harry grabbed it by its horns, and twisted and pulled, ripping the demons head off of it's shoulders.

With the demon out of the way, Harry continued to the stone and looked into it. What he saw was rather... frightening. He had skin like stone. His face was like an upside down triangle. He had a large crack down the middle of his face like an upside down arrow head, filled with what looked like lava. On either side were beady green eyes. He was about eight feet tall, with human like proportions. He had clawed hands, and his feet were rounded like a boot instead of having toes. On the sides of his arms, legs, and face were jagged spikes. Atop his head were two wicked, curved, and jagged rams horns. His reflection grew fuzzy, and everything faded into black.

Harry awoke encased in stone. He felt an immense weight upon his back. He stood, and felt the stone above him crumble. He was standing in the crater of what used to be a large mountain. He was almost as large as the mountain itself. He looked down and saw two massive clawed hands, each as large as a house. He unfurled his wings, both hundreds of feet long. He took to the air, amazed that his colossal form could fly. Not far from the mountain was a sea, so he made his way towards it. He landed next to it, cracking the ground with his weight. He gazed into the sea, and a massive head with many horns gazed back. He had jet black scales and emerald colored eyes. He had four legs, the front two more similar to arms. His body was several hundred feet long, covered in scales harder than diamond. His massive head was topped with six massive horns, and a single headbutt could gut almost anything.

Harry heard movement behind him. He turned to find a beast similar to himself, but half his height, challenging him. Harry got into a fighting position, and the other dragon charged, barreling into him. He knocked Harry off his balance, and took the opportunity to breathe flames at Harry. The dragon fire did little to pierce Harry's scales, and it gave Harry time to stand. Harry rushed forward, grabbing his opponent in his claws and forcing his jaws open. The edges of the scales on Harry's chest glowed red, and Harry unleashed a concentrated beam of dragon fire down the smaller dragons throat, melting him from the inside out. Once his fire ran out, Harry took the other dragon in his hands and ripped him in two, casting the pieces behind him as he walked away.

Harry awoke, this time for real, and immediately contacted Sirius. He explained his dreams to Sirius, going into great detail to describe it.

"I figured you would be a magical creature, but I never thought you could be three, on top of another!" Sirius said.

"Do you know what exactly they are?" Asked Harry.

"The first one sounds like just a normal bat. The second one is a wyvern, a rare subspecies of dragon. I've never heard of the third one, but it seems like some sort of demon. The last one, I've only ever heard of it once, is what I believe to be an Ancalagon, the dragon king. Only one was known to exist, and it's remains were found encased in a mountain. To be able to take its form would take an incredibly powerful wizard."

"Unfortunately, it will take a large amount of training to master any of its forms. Off of the main room is a training room for you to use to master your forms. You can enchant it to match your needs."

"Thanks Sirius, but can you give me any advice on how to change my form?" Harry asked.

"It will take a while before you truly change, but you should be able to manage partial transformations after your first few tries. Try to focus on your form, then imagine your one of your body parts changing into those of your other form. I would recommend trying to master the bat first, as it is the simplest."

"Ok Sirius, I'll talk to you again once I've managed a partial transformation." Harry said.

"Bye, Harry." Sirius said.

"Bye."

Harry left the mirror and walked to the training room. It was a large room, with nothing in it. Harry sat down in the middle of it, and began focusing his mind. He saw his bat form, and focused on his human form growing bat wings in place of his arms. He felt a tingling sensation in his hands, and saw that his hands had darkened, his fingers had elongated, and a thin webbing of skin stretched between his fingers. He rushed out of the room, eager to contact Sirius.

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After a few more weeks of training Harry manage to make a full transformation into a bat. He found that flying felt as natural as walking, so he didn't have to teach himself how. He had begun practicing his wyvern form, and was able to sprout dragon wings from his shoulders.

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It was the last month of summer when the Weasley's invited him to come stay with them. Arthur had gotten them tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, and he was excited to see the Irish and the Bulgarians facing each other.

Harry packed most of his bedroom into his new trunk, and carried it down to the living room to await the Weasley's. They had hooked up the Dursley's chimney to the floo network, but hadn't anticipated the fire place to be boarded up. As the were leaving, Fred and George dropped a bag of town tongue toffees in front of Dudley, and they had to fit his tongue back into his mouth.

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After the Quidditch match between Ireland and Bulgaria ended, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's returned to the tent. Shortly afterwards the death eaters attacked and chaos ensued. In their hurry to get away, Harry fell and was left behind. He quickly changed into a bat and flew into the air. No one noticed. Harry flew in place above the chaos, interested in what would happen. Everyone soon escaped, and the fires went out. Harry was about to fly away when he saw a man walking through the ash. He raised his wand.

"Morsmordre!" He yelled. Harry looked up and saw a skull in the sky. It's mouth opened and a snake slithered out. Harry looked back to the man, but found that he was gone.

Harry heard someone yelling his name. He quickly transformed and to lay on the ground. He heard someone walking towards him. The Weasley's and Hermione quickly woke him up, saying things like 'How they thought they would never see him again' and 'How worried they were'. With them were several ministry officials. They interrogated Harry about anything he might have seen, and one Bartemius Crouch even fired his own house elf for not following orders.

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Dinner was somewhat late on the first night back at Hogwarts, due to the first years having to sail through a storm to get to the castle. Professor Dumbledore gave his usual beginning of the year speech but also announced that the school would be taking part in the Triwizard Tournament. He also introduced the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody.

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Harry laid down in his dormitory bed, happy to be back at Hogwarts. Slowly he fell asleep, dreaming about what was to come this year.

*Authors Note*

It's finally here! The long awaited redo of Awakening. I like to think that I was building hype for it, but really it was my lazy ass not wanting to do shit. I will also be putting a notice on the original Awakening. Sorry about the violent dream fights, but hey, I warned you. And yes, d the dragon fight scene was inspired by a scene from the most recent Godzilla film. It may be a little while before the next chapter comes out, because school starts next week.

The Ancalagon form was inspired by J.R.R Tolkien's Ancalagon the Black. The fan chosen form was the demon form, which was adapted from the Deathclaw form that was suggested by Malbatorus, which I thought was the coolest suggestion.

This is unrelated, but how would you guys feel about a Warriors cats fic. I already have the first two chapters finished, but I was waiting to post them.

If you haven't already, check out my other story Change the World.

-Xeron