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Ron watched horrified as Sirius Black turned from the black grim to his human form. How was it possible? He must be an Animagus… How could the insane mass murderer turn into an even more fearsome creature? Why didn't it snap his neck as he attacked him in front on the whomping willow?

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"Ron! The Dog, where is he?", Harry asked as he spotted Ron who clutched his badly wounded leg.

"Harry! It's a trap! Sirius Black, he's an Animagus!", Ron screamed while frantically pointing at Harrys godfather.

Sirius Black stepped into the middle of the room, a manic gleam in his eyes and intent on killing the traitor.

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"Sorry for the bite, I reckoned that winged a bit…", Sirius apologized to Ron.

"A bit? A BIT? You almost tore my leg off!", Ron answered, shocked at Sirius' suggestion. Maybe he was mad after all.

"Ahh, I was going for the rat", Sirius informed him. "I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that I make this change permanent. The tail I could live with, but the fleas, they're murder.

Harry grinned, while Ron looked like he was going to die from the pain. In reality, he was thinking about a certain thing.

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Madam Pomfrey was sitting in her office, enjoying a warm cup of green tea. It had an immensely bittersweet taste, as a fairly liberal amount of Kama Tosi, the Japanese equivalent to firewhisky, had been used to help her relax. Thank Merlin for the two Japanese friends she made during the Medi-Magician training, they were now employed at Mahoutokoro and had sent it.

Floating in front of her was the newest edition of Medical Magic with its headline written in very elaborate letters:" Magnificent Magic for Monstrous Maladies and Mortifying Mutations ", a fascinating article.

Just as the picture showing the transfiguration was getting to the most important part, the door opened and a very familiar voice shouted her name.

Harry Potter had been in her care so often, the little bit of her private "medicine" wasn't going to place him in any danger. But it wasn't him who was in need of medical attention, it was Ronald Weasley. That was going to be a problem.

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Ron winced as the pain of the fly landing on his bandaged foot hit him. Then he screamed as Hermione tried to hit it with a jinx, but missed. After pleading to be killed to a profusely apologizing Hermione, the healer's methods came into question. He was sure that Madam Pomfrey had made a mistake, but didn't dare to question her skill as a Mediwitch, she had a fearsome amount of power over people confined to the beds and unable to walk on their own.

After cursing Dumbledore and his sadistic tendencies along with his two best friend's departure, he thought about what had happened in the shrieking shack today. Sirius Black was an Animagus, he had seen it with his own eyes. That was so cool… how did he do it? And how can Ron himself do it?

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"But Madame Pince, I have Professor McGonagall's permission sign right here!", Ron said to her, his temper rising. He got angry to overplay the fear of getting caught.

It was a very crestfallen piece of paper that he presented to her and "Ronald Weasley has Professor McGonagals permission to use the restricted section of the lybraby" written in a badly faked handwriting was not very convincing.

"Mister Weasley, I am not going to argue with you. You are not allowed to get anything from the restricted section." Madame Pince told him, used to identifying permission slips and very familiar with the Handwriting of the Professors. Besides, seeing Ron Weasley alone in the library with the intent to study, without either Hermione or Harry alongside him, was about as likely as Dumbledore hating lemon drops.

"But I am allowed in!", Ron said angrily, his hands balled to fists.

'It's hopeless', Madame Pince thought. 'What should happen though, he is nowhere near skilled enough to cast any of the spells those books harbor... Will probably stay until curfew if I don't give in… I am not going to let him ruin my day.'

"Alright Mister Weasley, it seems that I have made a small mistake, you may go in. But only for 30 minutes, not a single second longer, understood?", Madame Pince informed him, as she weighed her day against any danger the boy might pose.

"Yes Ma'am! Thank you, Ma'am!", Ron said with a big grin.

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Becoming an Animagus:

The process of acquiring the form of your spirit animal is very long and extremely Dangerous. Failing to accurately follow the instructions will result in dire consequences, most likely death.

To become an Animagus, one must take a single leaf of a Mandrake plant, place it in his mouth and keep it there from full moon to full moon. If one is unsuccessful in doing this, either by swallowing or exiting the leaf out of the mouth, it must be done again.

At the next full and visible moon, the leaf must be transferred from the mouth to a glass vial that is being touched by a pure moonlight ray. Added into the vial must be: The hair of the wizard, a silver teaspoon of dew that has not seen light or been touched by human feet for seven days and the chrysalis of a Death's Head Hawk Moth.

This mixture is to be kept in an absolutely dark and undisturbed place.

The wizard then must wait for the next natural lightning storm, magical help in creating such a storm will result in failure. In this waiting period, the wizard must chant the incantation "Amato Animo Animato Animagus" at every sunrise and sundown, without failure, while placing the tip of your wand over the heart.

When the lightning storm is, the wizard must move to a secure and large location, chant the incantation one last time and drink the potion, then he will transform.

Ron was gaping. But he was also determined to do it, everybody always looked down on him for being the least interesting of his friends and so he wanted to proof that there was more to him than the cover of the book might tell you.

He managed to copy it all onto a parchment before Madame Pince's stare burned holes in his soul.

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The Hogwarts express just left Hogsmeade station and Ron was looking forward to the Holidays. He had gathered all the ingredients that he had access to, and the ones he didn't have official access to. Hermione and Harry had noticed his increasing daydreaming as well as the great interest he took in his Potions, Astronomy and Herbology books.

On Hermione's congratulatory tone concerning his sudden change of heart in regard to school studies, he had laughed in her face and called her "bloody barmy". Harry was also dumbstruck at his best friend, seeing him in the common room with the Herbology book wide open and actually taking notes on how to successfully cultivate the Mandrake plant, without becoming deaf. And the worst thing was, he didn't tell them what he planned and both of them dreaded the day he would present his presumably finished work.

"So, Ron, what are you going to do in the holidays? Not much besides being lazy, I suppose?", Hermione asked, being provocative with the intent on catching him off guard.

"Yeah mate, like you would ever use the holidays to come between you and the couch.", Harry chirped in, as he and Hermione planned to get Ron to talk when they were on the train.

"Yeah sure, maybe Mom will even be easy going on the degnoming. The little buggers… did you know that the South American Coifón plant would make them move on their own, they can't stand the smell. Sadly, it's far too expensive for us to afford.", he answered very uncharacteristically. The redhead had anticipated a questioning of some kind, he wasn't as oblivious to them as they thought. They were taken aback by his answer.

"Are you excited for the Quidditch world cup?", Harry asked Ron.

"Are you kidding? What bloody maniac isn't?", Ron answered, being shocked at the implication of not being excited.

"I'm not.", Hermione answered, used to Ron's insensitivity. Harry giggled and Ron went even redder.

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"Mom, do we have any Mandrake seeds?", Ron asked his mother as soon as they arrived at the burrow.

"What do you need Mandrakes for? Ron, I took a look at your Herbology grade and you will go deaf if I give you one, even if it's just a baby.", Molly answered back to her son.

"Yeah, I made a bet with Neville Longbottom. He didn't think that I could bring one past it's infancy, but I will prove him wrong!", Ron told her. "He has to give me his Herbology homework for the entire next semester if I win."

Molly thought about what the boy told her. "And what do you have to do if you lose?"

"Uhhh, I have to give him… I make Ginny go on a date with him, but don't tell her that!"

Molly couldn't hide the smile but was convinced. "Hm, Auntie Muriel sent a few over, she couldn't stand them. You can use those, they are in the garden behind Dad's shack."

Ron had plundered the greenhouses and taken as much leaves as he could, but he didn't think it was enough. And Percy could use the distraction, he was far more stuck-up than usual, however that was possible.

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'That tastes like Merlin's asshair!' he thought and spat the leaf in a curious gnomes face.

But getting used to the taste before starting the process was a worthwhile investment.

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