you, y/n y/l/n, are an unregistered animagus. you have been for eight years. not once have you been caught, or even found out by anyone but your family. that is, until, one day you are rushing out of the castle on the verge of transforming, shaking with the restraint of holding it back. In your hurry, you don’t realise that aurors are approaching you. And in the blink of an eye, their hands are on you. You’re restrained. Stuck.