A Confuzzled Potter Tale (A Harry Potter Furry Fanfiction)
Harry accidently gets introduced to furries.
Takes place many years after the events of the books.
James Potter pulled upto the hotel and parked his SUV. He had been driving for a few years now and still found it sort of strange but by now he was used to it. He got out on tired legs, it had been a long ride to this Private Security conferance in Birmingham. He had been sitting for way to long.
He walked around and took out his bags and began to walk towards the lavish hotel. The Birmingham Hilton Metropole, a very nice place to be sure but he was to tired to notice. As he was walking up he did notice a sing board that read "Welcome to Confuzzled". He stopped looked at it and shruged , went to the front desk and checked in. He made it to his room somehow and layed down for some rest.
He awake the next day dressed and went downstairs for some breakfast. On the way down he noticed people staring at him. And then the confusing comments started. "Hey man, nice suit! WHo made that?" and others like "Wow very nice dude hope to see you downstairs during the parade. That suit is awesome!". The comments continued all through breakfast but he didn't think much of it, until he went to get up after waking up fully , after a cup or 3 of coffee, and noticed his hands where furry. He gasped, looked around and no one seemed to mind. Then he noticed others that where also furry but not animugus such as himself but appeared to be in manmade suits of some kind that where made of Fur. Some even had wings. This intrigued him. He listened in on conversations around him while still eating breakfast, because he was still hungry why not. He heard conversations about Furry games, and Fursuit makers and the like. He slowly got up and went over to a computer that was off to the side for the public to use and begane to look these things up. He soon came to understand what he had stumbled upon, A furry convetion. He felt accepted. He felt at home. No one cared he was THE Harry Potter. All they saw was a furry looking man who had horns. This was his partial transformation. He looked like a tall stag that stood on two legs with horns. He was brown in color. Nothing fancy but still a walking talking stag. Most people would be freaking out about this, but here they did not. THey thought he was one of them, a Furry. So he decided he might as well have fun with it and joined in their Furry games for the weekend. He ended up having the time of his life.
(NOTE: IF anyone wants to adopt this story and continue it , do a rewrite to flesh it out. Please let me know.)