This little ditty was conceived and posted on the Caer Azkaban page, and was an idea of mine that I've been slowly working up over the last little while or so. How about if Harry were to
have multiple Animagus forms of Japanese Giant monsters? Even better, what if the Monster forms were what are considered some of the weaker Giant Monsters? Maybe next time, he could be a football-playing King Sessar?

For example:

"Harry, you're positively beautiful in that form," Hermione gushed, yes GUSHED, while Ron shook his head in disgust, and Harry just looked at them both quizzically.

'Mione, you've… I mean you've got to be kidding?! Ron started, ignoring Hermione's glare 'o doom(pat pending) "I mean look at him? He's supposed to defeat You-Know-Who in that form?"

Hermione stood up straighter, hands on her hips and bushy hair rapidly getting bushier as her face turned redder "Ronald Weasley! I can't believe that you're acting like this, like a...a...jealous
prat! Just because Harry has mastered an Animagus form that's bigger than yours...

That's not it at all 'Mione! Ron interrupted, ignoring the glare he got from using the hated nickname, "I mean look at him, really look at him!"

Hermione turned her glare from Ron, and her features softened as her eyes ran over Harry's Animagus form, from the cute little (well not really little as they must have been more than a few meters long) antennae that bobbed about continuously, to the 500 foot wingspan that he had, along with translucent wings that were colored all the shades of a rainbow.

That and the way that his giant green compound eyes glowed, and the way his head tilted, she could have just hugged him to death, well, if there wasn't so much powder that was floating around him that kept making them cough sporadically. Too bad no one else from the castle were able to get close to him like this, but for some reason, they'd locked down the castle and
everyone else was huddled inside, or standing at the battlements, even Hagrid.

"Yes Ron?" She snipped as she turned back to the carrot-topped lad, Harry tilting his head cutely to look as well, "Are you going to say that Harry can't win in this form?"

Ron rubbed his temples in exasperations, it was like arguing about S.P.E.W when she was on a crusade, "C'mon 'Mione, he's a GIANT MOTH! What's he gonna do, fly You-Know-Who to death! Maybe drop some powder on him! How is this form going to help Harry beat the Death Eaters? He can't even spy like Skeeter, I mean it's not like they won't see him coming from miles away even!"

"Well, maybe he can do something like create hurricane force gusts of wind, that'd blow Voldemort and his allies right out to sea, or something like that?" She started out before weakly dropping off a bit.

"Sorry Hermione" Ron sadly said as he put his hand on her shoulder, "I mean he's nice and big, but look at him, he's been hypnotized by the sun for the last five minutes." Both Hermione and
Ron turned to look at Harry, as he was indeed focused on the fusion-powered sphere with laser-like intensity.