Dog Days

Published: 2/14/2025

Harry was done. He was done playing the hero. He was tired of seeing people die, of fighting battles he didn't start, of being the normal hetero they all expected him to be.

Voldemort was gone. Harry had killed him... or rather, Voldemort killed himself. Snape was gone... Voldemort killed him. Dumbledore was gone... Snape had killed him. Sirius was gone... Dumbledore had let him die.

Harry had no one, now that the war was done.

Weeks passed, and Ginny found out that he was bent. She cursed him and wished him dead. Ron chose his sister, saying he, Harry, had led her on. Hermione was caught in the middle, again. Harry didn't want her to choose between them. Of his friends... Neville and Luna remained, but he didn't want to try to see them. He couldn't be an Auror. He couldn't go back to the place where his friends and family died. So, he sat at home and stewed.

The only thing he had left his house for was Narcissa and Draco Malfoy's trials. She only got house arrest... Draco got a year. The prick even thanked him. Malfoy had even asked what was wrong, but Harry just left.

Grimwald had worn him down. More annoyingly, the reporters were dogging his every step. Skeeter would let up. She wouldn't leave his 온라인카지노게임 alone. She even wrote Ron's version of the 온라인카지노게임.

So he had to escape. He rented a muggle cabin and lived on plants and trappings alone. He read when he was bored and found a book on advanced Transfiguration when it came to him. A true escape. No one would find him. He would become an Animagus.

It took him two months to create the potion and complete the ritual, but he finally changed! He didn't know what he was at first until he looked at his body. He had four legs... fur... and a tail!

Woof! he barked, happy at his form. He stumbled over to a floor mirror and looked. He wasn't like Sirius. Harry had a black face... but a light brown body with a twinge of black. He wasn't up on his breeds to know the differences. He barked at his reflection.

Harry's jaw was powerful. He turned to see his muscular body. A working breed. Strong, a hunter. All the depressing thoughts were gone the moment he embraced his form. He looked at his notes... books... evidence. Evidence that needed to be destroyed. He had transformed with his wand and his cloak, so he had them on him... or in him. He didn't care about anything else.

He looked at the stove and a plan formed. It took a bit to force the stove from the wall. He bit the gas line, and he could smell the gas coming out of the line. Harry turned on the gas fireplace. Fancy Muggles. Then Harry ran toward the door. He couldn't get the handle to turn, but he wasn't going to be human again. No. He looked at the window. The screen was nothing when he went crashing through it.

Then he ran. Ran like there was nothing left behind him. His dog ears heard the explosion. He turned back to look. Harry Potter was dead. A new dog had come into the world.

This one is for funsies. Also it's handwritten on my new kindle scribe with text converter tech (cool!), so there might be more errors than normal. Infrequent uploads