Ferret Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It did not take Xavier longer than a minute for him to realize who that was. He watched as Ferran’s wolf bounded towards him, a dark glint in its eyes and he swallowed hard. Calistè had left him without even bothering to test if her weird blood magic worked and Xavier hoped that it did.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Harry looked down at the little boy, who looked just like him and smiled, ruffling his hair in the process. "Yes, it is mine." He has a very soft spot for this beautiful lady before him. Couldn't have been because he's a kid, he doesn't even like babies but there was something different about Fred he couldn't place his hands on He watched the boy stare at him in amazement and for the first time in a long time, he had a successive chuckle. Harry found the boy absolutely cute and innocent.

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

"Just breathe with Mommy. We're going to get you to someone who can help. I promise." “Natalie…” Freda whispers from the door, a hand covering her mouth from how terrified she is. Harry's grip is too strong, his claws too deep and every time I try to move my trapped arm, they dig deeper into my flesh, and I realize with growing horror that I'm completely helpless. "Mommy!" Harry's eyes are wide open now, filled with tears and a terror that no four-year-old should ever experience. "He wants to come out! There's something inside me, and he wants to come out!"

“Just don’t.” “Poor puppy,” Rhett smirked. “All traumatized.” “Oh my god,” Aislen leaned back having seen a flash of what they spoke about pass through Rhett’s mind. “Seriously?” “Talen’s third vampire child, Harry, zeroed in on Mr Edison,” Rhett confirmed with enjoyment. “Like a bee to honey. Set their eyes on him and put up a great big rainbow flag printed with ‘this one is mine.’ Though I’m not sure if Mr Edison has realized yet.”

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts. "It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly. "Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face.