Animangus Quiz
Severus is an Animagus no Hermione is an Animagus wait aren’t we all animals underneath? I would like to think my Animagus form would be a giraffe. That way I would get all the best leaves to munch on.
A special thank you to keladry_lupin at wikttguides for all her help with finding stories for this quiz. If she had a nickel for every time I asked “What is the name of that story where Severus is an Animagus and…” she would be rich!
The quiz is
Match the story to the quote:
Arachne by Sylvanawood
The Raven by Bree McGregor (WIP)
Catspaws by Doomspark
Teacher's Pet by Didodikali
A Choice of Roads by Imhilien (WIP)
A Terrible Temptation by FriendlyQuark
The Higher Graces by Strega Brava
Animagus Anonymous by OzRatBag2
Catalyst by Madame Y
Hermione’s List by Moonglow
Funny Found Love by Ivre (WIP? Abandoned?)
1. “Um… well, Professor, the problem is that I have a cat; and cats eat birds, especially wounded ones.”
“Your cat is part Kneazle, is it not?” Dumbledore asked kindly.
“Yes, sir, he is.”
“Well, then,” he said, smiling greatly. “There is no problem. I know you will take good care of him.” He tried to pick up the raven himself, but the bird refused. The animal just stayed on the table, glaring at the Headmaster.
“My, what a stubborn fellow you are,” Albus said, his eyes twinkling merrily. “Well, if you do not wish to stay with Miss Granger, then the only other place for you would be the Owlery.”
The bird hung his head and slowly walked onto Dumbledore’s hand. The Headmaster then put him into Hermione’s hand.
“Now, off you go, Hermione,” Albus said kindly as he gave her a gentle push toward the door.
2. I looked in the mirror. I was a snake! Eeew! But I couldn't help feeling delighted that I'd finally done it. I looked again at my reflection. I was brightly coloured in red, yellow and black stripes. Rather pretty, actually. Wow, I look absolutely poisonous! How cool!
And then I saw a movement in the mirror; there was something behind me. I whipped around, tasting something delicious on the air, and I looked in the direction of the taste. Something hot and furry, its blood strangely visible to me, glowing warmly through its fur...I grabbed it in my jaws and choked the life out of it...and then it was gone.
3. Until the next time…and I will think of a name for you as well. Happy hunting,” he kneeled down to scratch under her chin briefly and, as he stood up, Hermione bounded away.
Finally reaching her dormitory she jumped up into her bed and changed into her human form. Listening to the quiet snores of the other girls, Hermione looked out the window and watched the moon as it went to hide behind some dark clouds. She felt proud and excited. She had saved a life. She had done something truly wonderful tonight.
And she had become Professor Snape’s pet.
Hermione buried her face in her pillows so that her friends would not awaken to the sounds of her hysterical laughter.
4. Well, well, Hermione. I had expected something a little different." Professor McGonegall's voice came from somewhere high up. She gently picked her up and Hermione coiled herself around her arm in panic. Her forked tongue flickered out, tasting and smelling the air around her. She looked into her teacher's face.
"This is what comes of sneaking around for the last three months, my dear." She put her on a chair.
"Try to change back and we'll discuss this further."
Hermione concentrated hard again and felt her limbs growing back.
"Why a snake, Professor?"
"As I said, your actions over recent weeks have influenced your inner self. There are secrets you've been keeping, even from those closest to you. These are all snake-like characteristics. But I don't think this is an unwelcome change, is it, hmmn?" she smiled at Hermione over her glasses. "Severus would be very pleased, I imagine."
"Pardon?"
"Don't worry, my dear. Your secret is safe with me...and the headmaster..."
"He knows too?"
"He knows everything. But it's not us you have to worry about. Professor Snape is a stubborn man. You'll need every bit of cunning in that brilliant brain of yours to bring him round."
5. Convocation was held in the greenhouses. To his cat-self, which was even more sensitive to smell than his human nose, it was a riot of sensory pleasures. Rain was beating down on the glass and wind rattled the doors, but inside was snug and cozy, warm and full of dirt and plants. It was a cat paradise.
Severus had been convinced that seeing Hermione in cat form would pose no danger to him. After all, she would be a cat not a girl, hardly something to be attracted to. He had managed to forget that at the moment he was a cat as well.
His first sight of her, sitting demurely beside Minerva set his whiskers twitching. He stayed behind Crookshanks and kept his distance, suddenly unsure of his own ability to remain calm. He folded his tail neatly over his paws and kept his body language expressionless. She probably had not learned enough about feline society to know how to read him, but he was unwilling to risk it. He was discovering that feline hormones, backed as they were by hind-brain instincts were almost worse than those of a teenage human boy.
6. One night, not long after most of the locals had taken to the idea that like The Shrieking Shack at Hogsmeade, this pub was haunted. The chattering, raucous behaviour had to signal some sort of paranormal meeting house and the less said about it, the better. Had any of the residents of either Diagon or Knockturn Alley chosen to investigate the regular weekly occurrence of these noises, they would have surely dined out on the knowledge that tucked away in this neat, but rancid establishment, was a lone Witch and seven Wizards with secrets that they wanted no one to EVER know.
7. So it was that after carefully checking that no one was watching, a small tortoiseshell cat bounded happily into the garden. Everything looked big and wonderful as usual to Hermione-Cat’s eyes and all of her cares seemed to melt away as she hunted for her Black One. Her delicate nose could smell his distinctive scent before she actually saw with feline delight Severus-Crow perched upon a low stone wall, his glossy black feathers gleaming in the sunshine - he had probably felt it wise to wait for her as usual in his Animagus form. He gave an instinctive and sharp ‘caw!’ when he saw her approach and for a moment she could see that the crow was tensed to fly away as a true crow would at the sight of an approaching cat.
8. Afterwards, when he was no longer needed, he’d started spending more time as a cat. He’d discovered that though the Dreamless Sleep potion no longer worked, sleeping as a cat meant he was disturbed by nothing worse than thoughts of his territory being invaded by Mrs Norris or juicy plump mice.
Cat’s thoughts were simple, sharp and clean: all jump and run and prey; the joy of the kill; the hot flood of blood in the mouth and none of the guilt.
As the year wore on, he’d spent more and more time as a cat. Detentions were now a rarity, or spent with Filch; he wanted nothing more than to spend his evenings drowsing on the rug before the fire in his quarters.
Until she came. Granger. Who sat in Minerva’s chair and took Minerva’s classes and got in the way. Mercifully even she had balked at taking on Minerva’s rooms.
9. Well, why not? His research assistant had been rather more accurate than she knew, when she said there were many unregistered Animagi around. He concentrated for a moment and shifted, feeling bone and muscle sliding into new forms, new connections of nerves, veins, and arteries. In a moment, a fifteen-foot sea-serpent hissed his pleasure and dove for the bottom of the underground lake, silvery scales etched with green knifing through the clear water.
10. "Of course I have my spider-glasses! How could I go anywhere without them?" I laughed. I don’t think you know about this, Severus. My spider-glasses are eight very small lenses, set in a thin, complicated wire frame. They are unbreakable, and my own invention.
The reason for this is that a while ago, I decided to become an Animagus, which didn’t really surprise anyone who knew about it. You know that I’ve always been outstanding at Transfiguration, and it challenged me. I thought that something Peter Pettigrew could do shouldn’t be too complicated for me. Minerva agreed to tutor me, and after a short time of intense training, I succeeded.
To the amusement of Minerva, and the utter shock and horror of Ron Weasley, my Animagus form had turned out to be a giant tarantula. I found that a spider could be quite useful, but Ron couldn't get over his disgust and revulsion. This had, eventually, caused our break-up.
A special thank you to keladry_lupin at wikttguides for all her help with finding stories for this quiz. If she had a nickel for every time I asked “What is the name of that story where Severus is an Animagus and…” she would be rich!
The quiz is
Match the story to the quote:
Arachne by Sylvanawood
The Raven by Bree McGregor (WIP)
Catspaws by Doomspark
Teacher's Pet by Didodikali
A Choice of Roads by Imhilien (WIP)
A Terrible Temptation by FriendlyQuark
The Higher Graces by Strega Brava
Animagus Anonymous by OzRatBag2
Catalyst by Madame Y
Hermione’s List by Moonglow
Funny Found Love by Ivre (WIP? Abandoned?)
1. “Um… well, Professor, the problem is that I have a cat; and cats eat birds, especially wounded ones.”
“Your cat is part Kneazle, is it not?” Dumbledore asked kindly.
“Yes, sir, he is.”
“Well, then,” he said, smiling greatly. “There is no problem. I know you will take good care of him.” He tried to pick up the raven himself, but the bird refused. The animal just stayed on the table, glaring at the Headmaster.
“My, what a stubborn fellow you are,” Albus said, his eyes twinkling merrily. “Well, if you do not wish to stay with Miss Granger, then the only other place for you would be the Owlery.”
The bird hung his head and slowly walked onto Dumbledore’s hand. The Headmaster then put him into Hermione’s hand.
“Now, off you go, Hermione,” Albus said kindly as he gave her a gentle push toward the door.
2. I looked in the mirror. I was a snake! Eeew! But I couldn't help feeling delighted that I'd finally done it. I looked again at my reflection. I was brightly coloured in red, yellow and black stripes. Rather pretty, actually. Wow, I look absolutely poisonous! How cool!
And then I saw a movement in the mirror; there was something behind me. I whipped around, tasting something delicious on the air, and I looked in the direction of the taste. Something hot and furry, its blood strangely visible to me, glowing warmly through its fur...I grabbed it in my jaws and choked the life out of it...and then it was gone.
3. Until the next time…and I will think of a name for you as well. Happy hunting,” he kneeled down to scratch under her chin briefly and, as he stood up, Hermione bounded away.
Finally reaching her dormitory she jumped up into her bed and changed into her human form. Listening to the quiet snores of the other girls, Hermione looked out the window and watched the moon as it went to hide behind some dark clouds. She felt proud and excited. She had saved a life. She had done something truly wonderful tonight.
And she had become Professor Snape’s pet.
Hermione buried her face in her pillows so that her friends would not awaken to the sounds of her hysterical laughter.
4. Well, well, Hermione. I had expected something a little different." Professor McGonegall's voice came from somewhere high up. She gently picked her up and Hermione coiled herself around her arm in panic. Her forked tongue flickered out, tasting and smelling the air around her. She looked into her teacher's face.
"This is what comes of sneaking around for the last three months, my dear." She put her on a chair.
"Try to change back and we'll discuss this further."
Hermione concentrated hard again and felt her limbs growing back.
"Why a snake, Professor?"
"As I said, your actions over recent weeks have influenced your inner self. There are secrets you've been keeping, even from those closest to you. These are all snake-like characteristics. But I don't think this is an unwelcome change, is it, hmmn?" she smiled at Hermione over her glasses. "Severus would be very pleased, I imagine."
"Pardon?"
"Don't worry, my dear. Your secret is safe with me...and the headmaster..."
"He knows too?"
"He knows everything. But it's not us you have to worry about. Professor Snape is a stubborn man. You'll need every bit of cunning in that brilliant brain of yours to bring him round."
5. Convocation was held in the greenhouses. To his cat-self, which was even more sensitive to smell than his human nose, it was a riot of sensory pleasures. Rain was beating down on the glass and wind rattled the doors, but inside was snug and cozy, warm and full of dirt and plants. It was a cat paradise.
Severus had been convinced that seeing Hermione in cat form would pose no danger to him. After all, she would be a cat not a girl, hardly something to be attracted to. He had managed to forget that at the moment he was a cat as well.
His first sight of her, sitting demurely beside Minerva set his whiskers twitching. He stayed behind Crookshanks and kept his distance, suddenly unsure of his own ability to remain calm. He folded his tail neatly over his paws and kept his body language expressionless. She probably had not learned enough about feline society to know how to read him, but he was unwilling to risk it. He was discovering that feline hormones, backed as they were by hind-brain instincts were almost worse than those of a teenage human boy.
6. One night, not long after most of the locals had taken to the idea that like The Shrieking Shack at Hogsmeade, this pub was haunted. The chattering, raucous behaviour had to signal some sort of paranormal meeting house and the less said about it, the better. Had any of the residents of either Diagon or Knockturn Alley chosen to investigate the regular weekly occurrence of these noises, they would have surely dined out on the knowledge that tucked away in this neat, but rancid establishment, was a lone Witch and seven Wizards with secrets that they wanted no one to EVER know.
7. So it was that after carefully checking that no one was watching, a small tortoiseshell cat bounded happily into the garden. Everything looked big and wonderful as usual to Hermione-Cat’s eyes and all of her cares seemed to melt away as she hunted for her Black One. Her delicate nose could smell his distinctive scent before she actually saw with feline delight Severus-Crow perched upon a low stone wall, his glossy black feathers gleaming in the sunshine - he had probably felt it wise to wait for her as usual in his Animagus form. He gave an instinctive and sharp ‘caw!’ when he saw her approach and for a moment she could see that the crow was tensed to fly away as a true crow would at the sight of an approaching cat.
8. Afterwards, when he was no longer needed, he’d started spending more time as a cat. He’d discovered that though the Dreamless Sleep potion no longer worked, sleeping as a cat meant he was disturbed by nothing worse than thoughts of his territory being invaded by Mrs Norris or juicy plump mice.
Cat’s thoughts were simple, sharp and clean: all jump and run and prey; the joy of the kill; the hot flood of blood in the mouth and none of the guilt.
As the year wore on, he’d spent more and more time as a cat. Detentions were now a rarity, or spent with Filch; he wanted nothing more than to spend his evenings drowsing on the rug before the fire in his quarters.
Until she came. Granger. Who sat in Minerva’s chair and took Minerva’s classes and got in the way. Mercifully even she had balked at taking on Minerva’s rooms.
9. Well, why not? His research assistant had been rather more accurate than she knew, when she said there were many unregistered Animagi around. He concentrated for a moment and shifted, feeling bone and muscle sliding into new forms, new connections of nerves, veins, and arteries. In a moment, a fifteen-foot sea-serpent hissed his pleasure and dove for the bottom of the underground lake, silvery scales etched with green knifing through the clear water.
10. "Of course I have my spider-glasses! How could I go anywhere without them?" I laughed. I don’t think you know about this, Severus. My spider-glasses are eight very small lenses, set in a thin, complicated wire frame. They are unbreakable, and my own invention.
The reason for this is that a while ago, I decided to become an Animagus, which didn’t really surprise anyone who knew about it. You know that I’ve always been outstanding at Transfiguration, and it challenged me. I thought that something Peter Pettigrew could do shouldn’t be too complicated for me. Minerva agreed to tutor me, and after a short time of intense training, I succeeded.
To the amusement of Minerva, and the utter shock and horror of Ron Weasley, my Animagus form had turned out to be a giant tarantula. I found that a spider could be quite useful, but Ron couldn't get over his disgust and revulsion. This had, eventually, caused our break-up.