 Jimbo will set his turtle loose on you. { The Farley } "That's trademarked, don't use it."
Frozen! He was frozen! They were forcing him to drink the gross liquid! who knows what that could do to him? What if it would hurt him? This was totally unfair, he didn't even have a choice! He wanted to throw a fit, but he couldn't because of that darned spell. Evil, evil, giants. That's what they all are. Evil giants. And he was NOT happy with them. At all.
Even the golden haired giant was evil. She betrayed him. she teamed up with the other giants to make him drink that horrid liquid. Mean, mean, meanie!
As he was moved, he noticed that he wasn't in pain anymore. Especially after his broken wing was fixed. Okay, so maybe they weren't trying to hurt him. Maybe they had just been trying to help him after all.
Or maybe it was all a conspiracy. They would gain his trust and THEN hurt him.
O___o
He needed to watch out.
When the teeny bird was unfrozen, it started to jump around like a bird with WAYYY too much energy. The transition from bird to boy was slow, but quick. His beak shrunk, his feathers went away and the feathers on his head turned into blond hair. His bird legs fattened into boy legs and his wings contracted into skinny little boy arms. Unbroken, skinny boy arms.
When it was over, there sat a fifteen year old Slytherin boy with a few stray feathers on his head. One of which hung over his eyes. The first thing he did was blow that feather out of his face.
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