HP Magic Biography

Harry could hardly believe it was real. Four weeks of no news, no sign of a plan to take him away from Privet Drive, and suddenly a large group of wizards stood in the house, as if it was a long-planned plan.

He glanced at the people around Fan Lin and Lupin, they were still staring at him eagerly. He was extremely ashamed of the fact that he hadn't combed his hair for four days.

I said—you're really lucky because the Dursleys are out, he mumbled.

Lucky, ha! said the purple-haired witch, I lured them out in a way. I sent them a letter through the Muggle post office, telling them that they had been nominated for the fairest competition in England. Suburban lawn races. They go as soon as they hear there's a prize money offer, or they think they're the champions.

Harry briefly imagined Uncle Vernon's face when he learned that there was no competition for the smoothest suburban lawn in England.

We're leaving, aren't we? Harry asked. Soon?

Almost immediately, Fan Lin replied, We're just waiting for everything to clear up.

Where are we going? Is it Barrow? Harry asked hopefully.

No, not Barrow, Lupine said as he led Harry towards the kitchen, followed by a small party of wizards, still staring at Harry curiously. That's too risky. We're going somewhere Reconnaissance command. That will take a while.

Mad-Eye Moody was sitting at the kitchen table swigging a drink from a small carafe, his eyes swiveling in all directions, examining the Dursleys' painstaking collection of paraphernalia.

This is Moody, Harry, continued Lupine, pointing to Moody. Yes, I know, Harry replied uncomfortablely.

It was an odd feeling to be introduced to someone he thought he had known for a year.

And this is Nymphadora—

Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus, the young witch trembled, I'm Tonks.

Nymphadora Tonks only likes people who know her last name, Lupine concluded.

What would you do if your stupid mother named you Nymphadora, Tonks grumbled under his breath.

This is Kensley Shacklebolt,

Lupine introduced, pointing to the tall black wizard, and the latter bowed.

Elphias Doug, the panting old wizard nodded.

This is De Darius Diggle—

We've met before, exclaimed the excited Diggle, taking off his purple top hat at the same time.

Emilian Vance. This was a solemn-looking witch wearing an emerald scarf, she nodded her head.

Sturgis Podmer. A wizard with straw-colored hair and a square jaw blinked.

Next is Hester Jones. A pink-cheeked, black-haired witch stepped out from beside Moody.

Harry nodded awkwardly to each of them as he introduced them. He wished these guys were looking at something other than staring at him like he'd suddenly turned into a clown on stage. He also wondered why so many people are here.

As for this one... said Lupine.

Fallin Eyre. Harry said hastily.

I think so. I don't need an introduction. Professor Lupine laughed.

But, I still want to ask, you... no, why are you...

A surprising number of wizards have volunteered to fetch you, said Lupine, as if he could read Harry's thoughts, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yeah, it's good, but it's going to be better, Moody said in the dark. We're your bodyguards, Potter.

We're just waiting for a signal that it's safe to leave, Lupine continued, casting a quick glance out the kitchen window. We'll take about five minutes to get there.

These Muggles are very clean, aren't they? Tonks said in surprise, she was looking around the kitchen with very curious eyes. My father was of Muggle blood, but he was a complete slacker. I guess it's different, maybe wizards just don't do it.

Um - yes, said Harry, look - he turned his back on Lupin, what's next, I haven't heard anything from anyone, what's up with Voldemort?

Several wizards and witches made weird hissing noises, Dedarius Diggle took off his hat again, and Moody yelled Shut up!

What? Harry asked.

It's nothing, it's still the same. Fan Lin said quickly, but Moody immediately glared at him.

Well, Fan Lin knew that he had made a mistake again, so keep talking, this is the instruction given by the person in charge.

We can't discuss anything here, it's too dangerous, Moody said, turning his normal eye to Harry. His eye was still focused on the ceiling. Curse it, he added angrily, placing a hand on the eye. Ever since that bastard took it—it's been unbearable.

Then with a disgusting sound like a diver being dragged from a pool, Moody pulled out the Eye.

Moody, do you know that's nasty, Tonks protested utterly disgruntled. Give me a glass of water, Harry, Moody begged.

Harry walked through the dishwasher, took out a clean glass and went to the sink to fill it, the wizards still watching him eagerly. Their relentless stares were already beginning to haunt Harry.

Fantastic, said Moody when Harry handed the cup to him. Moody immersed the magic eye in the water and pushed it up and down. The magic eye spun rapidly, staring at them from all angles.

I need a 360-degree view on the way back.

How do we get back—and where are we going? Harry asked. Broomsticks, said Lupine, that's the only way. You're too young to teleport, and they're monitoring the fireplace network, and setting a manual portkey means nothing to us.

Remus says you're a good Quidditch player, Kensley Shacklebolt said in his low voice.

He's the best, said Lupine, checking his watch. Anyway, you'd better go up and pack, Harry, and we'll have to get ready to go when the signal comes.

We're here to help you, said Tonks briskly. She and Fan Lin followed Harry back to the living room and upstairs, looking around full of curiosity and interest along the way.

The funny thing, said Tonks, is that it's a little too clean. You know what I mean? It's a little unnatural. Oh, it's better this way. When they entered Harry's bedroom and turned on the light she added.

Harry's room was definitely messier than the others.

For four days he had been in a very emotional state and shut himself up in this room.

Harry took pains to tidy up the place when he was there.

Most of the books he owns are cluttered on the floor and tossed aside after he flips through them himself. Hedwig's cage also needs a thorough cleaning, it's starting to smell.

His suitcase was lying open on one side, and Muggle clothes were jumbled together with wizard robes, all over the floor.

Harry began to pick up the books and hurriedly stuffed them into the box. Fan Lin really wanted to use magic, but since Harry still had traces on him, if he was casting any magic, Fudge would count it out without hesitation. Lee's head.

No doubt this would get so troublesome that Moody's simply wouldn't allow it.

Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open wardrobe, and looked critically at her reflection through the glass framed inside.

You know, I don't think purple really suits me, she said hesitantly, trying to tie up her long, spiky hair. Do you think it makes me look a little ostentatious?

Hmm— said Harry, looking at her over the posters of the British and Irish Quidditch national team.

Maybe you can change the color, it's not difficult for you. Fan Lin said helplessly, Maybe you can come over and help.

Yes, that's it, concluded Tonks. She closed her eyes with a nervous expression as if trying to remember something. A second later, her hair was the color of chewing gum pink.

How did you do that? Harry asked in amazement when Tonks opened her eyes again.

I'm a shapeshifter, she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, turning her head so she could see her hair in every direction.

That means I can change my appearance as much as I want, she added after seeing Harry's puzzled expression in the mirror. Top marks, but I didn't learn it at all, it's the best.

Are you a member of the Aurors? Harry was impressed. Being a Dark wizard hunter after Hogwarts was the only career Harry had ever considered.

Yes, said Tonks, looking proud, so does Kensley, though he's a little more magical than I am. I was only admitted a year ago. But I've failed completely at stealth and tracking. I Stupid as hell, did you hear me smashing the plates when we got downstairs?

I warned you, Tonks, but you didn't pay attention. Fan Lin said.

I'm just curious. Tonks said with a laugh, You should be cute like a child, Fan Lin...

Do you know how to be a shapeshifter? Harry looked directly at Tonks, completely forgetting to pack his things.

Tonks chuckled.

I bet you don't mind hiding that scar sometimes, do you? Her eyes found the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

No, I don't mind, grumbled Harry, who turned and walked away. He doesn't like people staring at his scars.

Well, I'm afraid you'll have to study hard, said Tonks. Shapers, or Animagus, are really rare. They're all born, not man-made. The vast majority Wizards have to rely on wands or potions to change their shape. But we can change if we want. Harry, I think our task now is to pack.

She looked at the messy floor around her and added a guilty conscience.

Oh, yes, said Harry, grabbing a few more books and stuffing them into the box.

Don't be a fool, I'll do the packing a lot faster! Tonks exclaimed, as she made one long sweeping sweeping motion of her wand across the floor. Books, clothes, binoculars, and almost everything else flew into the air, and all of them flew into the suitcase.

Why does Moody not allow me to use magic? Fan Lin said dissatisfied.

Because I'm an Auror! Tonks said quite proudly.

It doesn't seem very neat, Tonks said, walking up to the top of the suitcase and looking at the chaos inside. My mother has the knack of this spell, and she can make things fall neatly in place—she Was even able to make the sock fold itself - but I never got hold of how she did it - it was a quick tap - Tonks tapped her wand hopefully.

One of Harry's sock made a feeble rocking motion, then dropped back to the top of the jumbled box with a plop.

Ha, good, Tonks slammed the lid shut, at least they're all in. That needs a little cleaning too. She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage.

With the surge of magic, several feathers and bird droppings disappeared.

Okay. Better this time - I've never bothered to memorize those nasty housekeeping spells. Okay - got everything? Gas cooker? Broom? Wow! That's a Thunderbolt broom--

Tonks' eyes widened as they sat on the broom that Harry held in his right hand. It was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard Quidditch broom.

I'm still flying Comet 20, and only a guy as rich and powerful as Sirius would do this. Tonks said enviously, Next, is the wand still in your jeans? Our asses are all safe and sound Is it? Okay, let's go.

Harry's suitcase was floating a few inches in the air. Tonks' wand was like a conductor's baton, and Tonks let the suitcase hover across the room and out the door ahead of them, Hedwig's cage clutched in her left hand.

She's a bit off-line, isn't she? Harry said blankly.

If you get in touch with people more, you will get used to it, I promise. Fan Lin nodded, And Animagus, it's not as difficult as imagined, but with your current state, it's very difficult. It's possible to turn into something that isn't what you want.

What will it be?

I don't know, maybe it's a stag, maybe it's a snake...

Snake? Harry was surprised, It's not that Animagus is the image of his patron saint, how could it be a snake...

But soon Harry stopped talking. Naturally, Harry also understood what Fan Lin was doing...

Back in the kitchen Moody had put his eye back on, and it spun so fast after cleaning that Harry felt sick looking at it. Kensley Thackeray Poulter and Sturgis Podmer were checking the microwave, Hester Jones was rummaging through a drawer, and she was still looking at a potato when she arrived The peeler couldn't stop laughing. Professor Lupine was writing a letter to the Dursleys.