A Christmas commission (posted a little late) for as a gift from the client to her friend.
Their self-insert Harry Potter OCs, Holly (kneeling) and Ashley (standing). Ashley is an Animus (who takes the form of a fox), and Holly an Animagus (who takes the form of an arctic wolf). Hence their animal-like qualities in this scene.
(Commissions are still closed at the time of this posting–this was one I agreed to do on the side in the spirit of Christmas! )
Has there been talk about what Snape’s animagus would be? I saw someone say it’d be a camel which is so rude anyway, what’s his animagus?
Ok a Raven sure. Ravens are definitely one of my favorite ideas.
But consider the Moth:
They are pretty shabby-looking, not very noticeable (like a spy), and nocturnal. They’re overlooked, unappreciated, and overshadowed by the more popular butterfly. Snape doesn’t feel beautiful or social like butterflies. He feels small and gross, like an insect. Moths hangs around dusty books and old moth-eaten clothes.
But the real kicker: moths are attracted to flames. To light. They also come in black. And there’s a really great metaphor here about “a moth to a flame” who got burned, and turned to soot. So Snape wears black. Gryffindor represents fire. Red represents fire. And Lily is both of these things.
And it’s also unexpected. It’s not what you’d think Snape would be, which is on brand. You’d think he’d be some nobler, more attractive, cooler creature. Not some fragile, shabby insect. But that’s exactly why I love the moth so much. And Snape’s vulnerability, his emotional fragility and his strength to survive despite that is why I love him so much.
Snape’s patronus is a doe, which was the last thing first-time readers would’ve ever expected from him and his caustic personality. A moth is exactly the last thing anyone would expect too.
I also think it’s funny that Snape is often called a bat, and one of the moth’s most prolific predators are bats. So it’s funny to imagine Snape taking on a bat-like appearance because he’s dressing up like his own predator to make himself seem scarier and unapproachable.
Requested: Hi! A Fred Weasley imagine where he finds a cat animagus and he takes a liking in it. Maybe she’s hurt and he helps her, but she’s stuck somehow. And he’s with her all day, then later during dinner, she falls asleep on his lap, and suddenly she turns back into a person but she’s asleep in Fred’s lap, and everyone’s shocked to see who it is. it’s Draco Malfoy’s best friend who’s in slytherin. Maybe Fred’s always had a crush on her and she likes him back.
Warnings: injuries
A/N: I just want to say that I love this idea and I hope I wrote it well
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Stupid first years. That had been the only thing on your mind as you limped around the halls. You’d been trying to practice your animagus skills when you’d gotten sidetracked by a group of first years coming around the corner. They’d pet you and you pretended to enjoy it, purring at them and hoping they’d go away soon enough. That had been until one of them decided it was a good idea to pick you up from only one of your arms. With a cry you’d fallen to the ground and you’d been stuck as a cat for longer than you would’ve liked.
“George, look. A cat.” You heard someone’s voice. “I think it’s hurt.” The voice that you’d now realized was Fred Weasley said. “Oh you poor thing.” Fred’s vice startled you when it was right above you. With one hand he scooped you up and pet you between your eyes. You let out a hiss and bit Fred’s finger. “Ow! I’m trying to help you.” Fred whined and settled for carrying you with no other movements.
Out of all the people that could’ve found you, you hadn’t wanted it to be Fred. You’d had a crush on the boy for years, and this is the closest you’d ever been. You were sure Draco would be having a field day if he saw you. He knew just how your animagus form looked, and he’d known about your crush on the older Weasley twin ever since the both of you had become friends. You wanted nothing more than to rub yourself against his cheek as a thank you for him picking you up.
“What’s wrong with her?” George asked, both of the boys looking down at you on Fred’s bed. You stared back up at them, wishing you could somehow communicate what exactly you needed.
“I think it’s the arm? Maybe her paw.” Fred explained, gently probing your arm once again. “Oh!” He exclaimed when he’d finally found the problem. “Poor baby has a dislocated arm.” Fred diagnosed making your heart drop.
You’d hissed when he tried picking you up again, clawing at his hand with your good paw. A dislocated arm most likely meant you’d have a dislocated shoulder in your human form. You remembered the feeling the last time you’d had one and popping the bone back in place was never fun. With both of the twins coming at you at once you couldn’t fight them off, both of them throwing reassuring cooes your way while Fred put your arm back in place.
“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Fred scratched under your chin and you let out an involuntary purr, relaxing into him. “I think she’s saying thank you.” He laughed when you rubbed your head on his cheek. “I think I’ll keep you.” Fred pondered, sitting on his bed and placing you in his lap. You crawled up his chest, sitting down while you looked down at him.
“What should we name her?” George asked, scratching the top of your head.
“Y/N.” Fred explained making you look at him in shock.
“What? Why?” George asked, voicing your thoughts.
“I don’t know.” Fred shrugged. “She just reminds of her.” He continued, petting your head all the way down to your tail. “What do you say Y/N?” Fred asked, earning a purr in response. “She likes it.” He smiled at his brother.
George made his way out of the room, muttering about how crazy his brother was under his breath. You’d tried changing back so you could thank Fred, but the dull pain when you walked let you know you’d be stuck for a while longer. You laid down on Fred’s chest and got comfortable, giving his chin a lick just to hear him laugh. You’d figured you’d make the most of the time you had left. Fred played with you until George came back in, declaring it was time for dinner.
“You can’t bring her with us.” George protested when he saw you in Fred’s arms.
“Don’t be mean. Poor thing probably hasn’t eaten. I’ll give her some food and bring her back.” Fred explained, both of them walking out of the Gryffindor common room. Fred continued to baby talk to you, and only stopped when Draco started walking in your direction.
“Have you lot seen Y/N?” Draco asked the twins, only for his eyes to land on you in Fred’s arms, a knowing smile forming on his face.
“No, she’s your best friend Malfoy, shouldn’t you know where she is?” George asked, and Draco moved closer to you.
“I just remembered.” Draco smiled. “Where’d you find a cat? I know your parents don’t have enough to get you one.” He explained and you hissed.
“She was limping around and we helped her.” Fred explained, ignoring his comment while Draco reached his hand out to pet you.
“Merlin.” Draco hissed pulling his hand away from you.
“She doesn’t like you.” Fred laughed as Draco shook his hand to stop the pain. “What a good girl.” Fred cooed down at you only making Draco smirk down at you. You would’ve bit him again if it weren’t for Fred holding you, and with a rough pat to your head Draco left.
You curled in Fred’s lap when he sat down in the Great Hall. At first you’d eaten some of the food held out for you, but you soon felt tired. With a purr you’d rubbed yourself against his stomach and your eyes felt heavier. Before you knew it, you were sound asleep in Fred’s lap.
“She’s so cute.” Ginny almost squealed but with Fred’s death glare she kept it quiet. She pet you softly and it seemed like everyone’s attention was on the cat in Fred’s lap.
Fred had stayed seated while the majority of the hall was being cleared out. He hadn’t wanted to wake you up, so all he did was sit and speak quietly to his siblings. Somehow through your nap you’d changed back into your human form, and it seemed on instinct that you curled further into Fred, getting comfortable on his lap and chest.
“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaimed, his hands raising up and away from himself when he finally took you in.
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We’ve had Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot… and here’s Prongs!
He’s got: Xerneas as his animagus form. I thought it was significant that Xerneas is the Life Pokemon, and James gave his life so that Harry could live. I like to think that one day, Harry will have Xerneas on his team, too.
He’s got: Mightyena as his animagus form. It was a toss up between this and Houndoom, but Sirius’ dog form is often described as shaggy, so I thought this one suited best ^^
I have a few to share with you, the next one will be up tomorrow! <3
