I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again since no-one has yet given me a valid reason as to why James Potter, lacking a wand, didn’t just transform into Prongs when Voldy turned up and like… fucking spear him. Why didn’t he do that? Like I don’t care how astonishingly powerful a dark wizard he was, no-one could ever be prepared for walking into a house and there’s just… a massive fuck off stag staring you down? How could you possibly react to that?
You couldn’t, giving said stag the opportunity to put an antler through his eye and save the day. Not to mention, can you imagine the Prophet headlines if that was how it’d gone down?
Valid reason coming your way….
You need a wand to assume your Animagus form.
You definitely don’t… Sirius did it in Azkaban.
Aha good point then yeah he should have impaled that motherfucker
He was unregistrated, right? I mean.. sure, he would have killed the dark lord, but still, it’s a crime. And then there’s the fact that the others were animagi too, which would lead to them being exposed and most certainly being accused of not getting themselves a registration. Their connections to Remus would be obvious, and I think he’d be exposed too. We all learned about the problems lycantrophy causes, and I don’t think James would have been stupid enough to risk that his best friend lost everything.
To be fair, you try telling the guy who FUCKING IMPALED Voldemort that he had to go to jail for being unregistered.
Also, it’s the ministry of magic. You could literally say that someone had created a stag by whatever means, and they’d buy it.
Another superlative point—"Where did the stag—yes, it was definitely a stag not a deer note that down please—where did it come from you ask? Oh, absolutely haven’t the foggiest Mister Minister Sir—it was just sort of there. Passing through I suppose.“
”…Passing through.“
“Yes.”
“Through your hallway.”
“Yes.”
“And stabbed Voldemort through the eye.”
“Through the eye, yes, and right through the brain: ghastly stuff, Minister, felt absolutely horrid.”
“It felt horrid?”
“I mean… I imagine so.”
“… right. And where did this deer go?”
“Oh, it vanished, Sir, quite spontaneously.”
“…uhuh. So the stag just wandered into your home, skewered a dark wizard, disapeared, and you saw neither where it came from nor where it went.”
“That’s about the size of it, yes.”
“… Yeah okay that sounds legit job done lads.”
Could have claimed it was his patronus.