Title: Hard to Kill
Author: fluffypuppykins
Summary: Harry is strangely reluctant to register his Animagus form…
Hard to Kill
HARRY POTTER FANFICTION
At Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry Potter was fighting a worse battle than he fought against Voldemort. He was trying to convince Professor McGonagall that he didn't need to register his Animagus form.
"Come now Mr. Potter, as Hero of the Wizarding World and Defeater of Voldemort, you must be a proper example and register your Animagus form."
Papers rustle as they are pushed along the kitchen table top.
"But Professor...I mean…Headmistress McGonagall…it's so embarrassing…"
"Nonsense, your Animagus form is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it's a rather fine specimen…"
"Potter, that explains many things…no wonder, I had a hard time poisoning you at Potions."
"Snape, you're a fine one to talk about privacy, peering over my shoulder like that!"
"Pardon me, but I could hardly stop to indulge my curiosity about our resident celebrity's Animagus form. But it hardly matters, when you are so eager to wave your registration form to anyone that comes into the kitchen looking for breakfast."
A hand makes a whapping sound on wood as it covered the paper on the table.
"Congratulations, Harry, I heard from Professor McGonagall that you managed your Animagus form."
"Thanks, Hermione."
"Yeah, way to go, Harry."
"Thanks, Ron."
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter is adamantly refusing to register his form, maybe you can convince him."
"Harry!"
"It's not that I want to break the law or anything, it's just that my Animagus form is rather...well, unimpressive."
"What Mr. Potter means is that his form is rather surprising considering his fame. Why a…"
"Snape!"
"Is it too much to ask that both of you be civil to one another? You fought in the same side after all."
"Now, Minerva, I do believe that his friends have the right to know what his form is."
"But it's for Mr. Potter to tell them."
"What is it, Harry?"
"Yeah, mate?"
"Er…"
"Don't mind the greasy git. Whatever it is, we won't mind…"
"I'd rather not say."
Paper crumples as fingers tightened on it.
"Come on, Harry, we won't laugh. Just tell us."
"No thanks."
"Harry, I really won't laugh. Remember the time in second year when I got myself turned into a half-cat with the Pol-project?"
"Why how interesting, Ms. Granger, would you care to finish what you were saying?"
"Uh…never mind that, Professor… I really want to know Harry's form."
"Yeah, we've been through a lot together, promise mate, we'll still like you. No matter what it is."
"All right…all right…I'll show it to you."
Poof.
Smothered snickers echo in the kitchen.
"No wonder Voldemort had a hard time killing you."
"My word!"
A hand moves through the air only to hit against another.
"No Mum, don't! That's Harry!"
Poof!
"I told it was embarrassing and you promised not to laugh."
"We couldn't help it, mate!"
"It's all right, Harry. They did say that cockroaches are very hardy, they can even survive a nuclear disaster."
"A new-clear what?"
"Never mind, Ron…"-The End-
Author's Note: I've seen several fics with Harry as a Phoenix Animagus as an explanation for his survival of the Killing Curse. So here's a parody...