This is a response to Whitetigerwolf's

Sacred Animagus Challenge

Requirements:

-Harry must be stuck in animagus form.

(age: eight or nine)

- Harry in animal form Must be found and made a companion animal by either a did or goddess

(Found: Persephone; Companion: Hades)

- Harry's change due to growing up in the animal form or because of the magic of the change affecting mindset, confusing it with the animal's natural instinct.

Of course...

- Whichever god/goddess that found Harry Must give Harry their blessing.

Persephone

- For whatever reason Harry must be fiercely loyal to their patron god/goddess.

Doable

- No MxM relationships

Sorry... I wouldn't be able to do it justice anyway so it's best I don't try...

Recommended:

- FemHarry

Accepted.

- Harry or FemHarry romantically paired with patron god/goddess— especially interesting if using a virgin goddess or Hera.

Sorry but no. Can't at least not in this one...

- Explanation as to why Harry stays in animal form as Sirius mentions emotions are duller and easier to deal with.

Plausible...

- Harry is sent to watch over the child or children of the patron god/goddess.

Plausible.

- Harry is romantically involved with a child of patron god/goddess.

Maybe

- Harry having a child with a patron god/goddess who is involved with either the Second Titan War or the Second Giant War.

Definitely Not!

- Harry being an animal one would not normally associate with their patron.

Black Nightmare Pegasus

- Demigod Harry with a different parent than their patron.

Poseidon

- Demigod Harry as a companion to his parent (with being an animagus exploited as a loophole that his parent feigns ignorance of.)

No can do sorry.

Prologue

Helena ran as fast as her short skinny legs could carry her, jumping knobby roots and dodging around the dense trees of the forest, away from her horrid relatives. Or more accurately, the giant creepy spiders that were quickly gaining on her.

Her relatives, the Dursleys, told her they were going camping and that she could go with them. Actually, the said she was going with them whether she wanted to or not. But being a hopeful bright-eyed girl she was, Helena had thought that they were finally accepting her into their family, as more than their housemaid. When she was told to go pack her things she eagerly did so, not noticing the ugly cruel smile that crept onto her Aunt Petunia's face nor did she notice the equally ugly smirk on her uncle Vernon's. She grabbed her things from her little cupboard under the stairs, well really she only grabbed her blue baby blanket. It was all she had from her parents.

The drive to the Forest of Dean, for that, is where they were to camp, was a lot longer and much quieter than the trip to the Zoo not too long ago for her cousin Dudley's ninth birthday. Then Uncle Vernon had complained the whole way there about the usual: people at his work, Helena, the council, Helena, the bank, Helena oh and motorcycles. Now though he was quiet aside from the odd grunt noise he usually makes when someone was talking to him. Helena was practically jumping with joy, though you probably couldn't tell. Ever since that weird incident at the Zoo when all the reptiles, aquatic and equine creatures were released from their enclosures(She swears it wasn't her fault!), she was locked in her cupboard for a week without food and now they were going camping could you imagine her surprise when they wanted her to come too? Helena couldn't believe it.

Well, that is until they actually got there. Her uncle dumped her stuff (read: Dudley's clothes) on the ground and then they left. That she could believe, but she didn't want too, she wanted to believe that they were coming back but a large part of her knew they wouldn't. The daylight was quickly fading into darkness, that was when the creepy clicking noises blocked out the sound of the crickets and birds. She froze glancing around her with puffy red eyes, not wanting to stick around and find out what was making the noises or what the long hairy Vernon sized legs were attached to, Helena clutched her blanket to her chest and took off in some random direction. After getting more and more lost until she had finally slumped against a tree but she didn't feel like stopping now not with whatever was currently following her.

The noises were louder in the tree canopy, not stopping she chanced a lookup and promptly screamed speeding up her pace when eight large beady black eyes stared hungrily down at her, she could vaguely make out more but at the moment, not even her ADHD could stop her from running. Ducking and weaving through the trees in a hope to leave the large man-eating arachnids behind. Her hopes were crushed when the clicking and scuttling sounds got louder.

For a horrible moment, she was reminded of her least favourite playground game. Helen Hunting. A game Dudley and his gang liked to play on their way home from school. Her beachball of a cousin couldn't even get her name right. Had she not been running for her life away from giant man-eating spiders she would have more than likely have been brooding over that in her cupboard. Not that the eight-year-old raven-haired girl knew what brooding was.

Her face and upper arms were littered with scratches from the more twiggy branched trees. Her right ear twitched as she ran, she could faintly hear the bubbling of rushing water. Not needing to think twice the eight-year-old took a sharp right jumping over a small log not bothering to listen to the satisfying sound of bugs splatting into the wood, as she ran like mad. Hoping against hope she would lose the monster bugs in the water. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, it was a shame the trees obscured most of it, gods know Helena could have used the extra light. As weirdly cool as her sea-green eyes were they didn't allow her to see in the dark, now she was mostly running blind. Honestly, she's surprised her glasses were still on her head.

The sound of running water was getting closer, sadly so was the clicking of spider mandibles. Helena was so terrified she barely registered the feeling of her body morphing shape mid-run. She could feel her legs grow and her feet shrink as she ran leaving horse hoof-shaped prints behind that wasn't very noticeable in the dark. Her arms felt as if they were doing the same as strange as the feelings were she did not dare to stop running, not even for a second.

Her blue baby blanket was left forgotten in a puddle far behind her. Well, it was it disappeared in a flash of light, not that Helena noticed. She felt her ears lengthen and move along with her no longer heart-shaped face. It morphed into what she would have called a prettier looking Aunt Petunia face, had she been able to see herself now that is. Her raven locks were now a burning fiery orange-red mane that matched her tail and the wings that had sprouted from her shoulder blades. When the transformation was complete she was quickly gaining speed she whooped, well whinnied really, at the feel of the wind in her black fur and the exhilarating feel galloping through the trees felt. For the first time, Helena wondered if this was what it was like to be free. But that feeling was short-lived when her front right hoof clipped the log she had tried jumping over, causing her to trip and tumble awkwardly in her new body. Landing face-first into the muddy riverbank.

The clicking petered off some time ago back in the forest. On the other side of the very wide and fast-moving river. Helena the now winged filly, could feel what she had heard many call an adrenaline rush leaving her. She felt so tired her hooves were planted ankle-deep in the soft mud of the riverbank her horse head was feeling very heavy right now. But she shook it off she knew she was no longer a normal person. Not that she ever was. She was still young and really, really wanted to know what she looked like. So she shakily made her way to the Riverside, the moon shone on the rippling water allowing the young filly Helena to see her reflection.

Had she been able to she would have gasped. Instead, she let out a strangled sounding neigh. Staring back at her were not the familiar sea-green eyes she knew were hers, but a pair of coal lack brightly shining horse eyes a fiery orange-red fringe, that looked like real flames with the way it moved on its own, that covered her right cheek it was that long. Her scar was there even! It looked cooler than she ever thought it could, it was like big white lightning not shaped blaze marking stopping just below her eyes in the middle of her horsey forehead. It was so cool! And her wings! they were so awesome, they were like epic eagle wings but on fire!

Helena was so absorbed in her reflection she didn't realise she was leaning down until she was in the water. Panic settled in the filly's gut as the river water seemed to pull her under as she tried to fight it. Moving all her limbs erratically as she tried to get back to the back. But no luck as she was swept away in the current. Oddly enough her flaming mane and wings didn't go out instead they turned green(Her second favourite colour behind blue). Her vision was blurring at the edges as she fought to stay afloat. It was all for nought as Morpheus claimed her mind.

So did you like it? Please review I would like to know your opinions on it. Also, I hope you are all in good health we live in very trying times in this day and age.