Lmao

"What's happening?" Sirius inquired.

Harry was meditating in a glowing mystical circle.

"Loki said he was discovering his preferred other form," Carol said. "Whatever that means." She paused. "I think it's called… an animagus form?"

Sirius nodded.

"You know what that is?"

"You turn into an animal," Sirius said, shrugging. "It's a lot more complicated than that, but that's the end result."

"Do you get to choose?"

"No. It tends to vary based on your personality, though," Sirius said. "I'm a dog."

He shifted into Padfoot, then back.

"Somehow," Carol said dryly, having seen Sirius in full Casanova mode. Thankfully, it hadn't been directed at her, or Harry would have been deprived of a godfather. "I'd guessed."

Sirius paused. "Was that a compliment or an insult?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can figure that one out," Carol said, straight faced. "After all: you're hardly likely to go barking up the wrong tree."

Sirius pouted and began to reply.

Just then, however, Harry began to glow from within, a blinding white light that enveloped him, veiling him from Carol and Sirius.

"What's happening?" Carol yelled, covering her eyes.

"He's changing!" Sirius replied. "It'll be over soon."

Indeed, the light began to fade, revealing…

Carol frowned. "I thought he was supposed to be an animal."

The man before her was not an animal. Slightly spiky brown hair topped the face of the classic All American hero, pale skin, with a lantern jaw, cerulean blue eyes and a face made for smiling.

"Umm," Harry said, revealing a strong American accent. "Can anyone tell me what just happened? What I am?"

Loki poked his head around the door, and raised an eyebrow. "Ah. So you finished the ritual."

"Yeah. Uncle, what the hell am I, and why the hell do I sound American?" Harry asked.

"Your preferred form is, based on your personality, apparently," Loki said, blinking slightly in surprise and amusement. "Is… Jack Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness."

"I knew I watched that show too much," Harry muttered.

"Nah. Can't be that," Sirius said dismissively.

"Why?"

"Because if it was based on what you'd been watching recently, I'd be Farrah Fawcett."

"I don't want to know," Carol said instantly.

It was a wise decision.

In the end, Harry developed the abilities to a) not die for long ever again, b) look good in period clothing, and c) be irresistibly attractive to anything that moved, had once moved, or had even vaguely considered moving once upon a time.

He was very happy. And Jean-Paul was even more depressed that he was straight than ever.

The end.

Chapter 23, Mysteries and Madness