Harry Potter Ancient Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Welcome friends, family and loyal subjects. I'm very pleased with my decision on who will be the next Ancients. It was an unbelievably tough decision but I had finally made it and I hope you all are happy as well as I am. I chose these people knowing that they are worthy of the title after all the bravery and loyalty they showed me but most importantly the love and friendship they showed and I am in debt to them all forever. Each Ancient knows who will be taking their place and they happily accepted my choices. First is Micaela. Please come up Mickey." She stood up and walked onto the stage. Ancient Kaitlin stepped forward and spoke," I Ancient Kaitlin appoint Micaela as the new Ancient of

It sure was nice to hear that Dan could be killed if Old Fan was left with no other ‘option’. “Is there anything else?” Ashera’s brows twitched a bit when she heard Mane’s mocking tone, and her intentions to tell the boy about how the Ancients had bred Magical Beasts relying on Pazuzu’s blood was thrown outside the window. Maybe it was better this way. Unless the boy wondered about this and sought the answers himself, it wouldn’t improve his Scholar level in any way.

It was like being centre stage—a feeling she'd never appreciated much. "Erm, my victim is Catriona Sykes." Jess bent to throw a brush into the centre. It still had puffs of Cat's blonde hair attached, which could only be a positive if what she understood about magic was accurate. "Brush complete with hair." Damien smiled his approval. "Nicely done." He stood, did a theatrical spin, and threw a sock into the mix. "My victim is Annabelle Ross." Kiaan frowned, looking down at the dirty off-pink sock. "Where did you get one of her socks?"

Her now uncreased eyes twinkled in amusement, reflecting a knowledge hidden to Taiju. Then Taiju looked at his own hand, now a spotted arthritic claw. He watched as his fingers fell off one by one. "This can't be good," he whispered, his last observation before his brain disintegrated. The Ancient looked at the shrunken and shrivelled body on the mat in her cottage and thought that his bones were going to make nice concoctions just like the other victims that had come here before him. But there was another presence in the room which shocked her. There was another like her, another with the power of death singing in her veins.

She yelled and try to walk away but not so fast as Harry grabbed her. And it all happened once,he sent all the makeup kits on the table crushing and breaking on the floor, he placed her on the table and whirled her around so he could have her back, he lifted her gown to her waist level and came behind her. He tore her pant,he was so angry.. His animalistic urge had taken over him. "I will show you how a beast behaves" he whispered huskily into her ears making her shiver,his hand grabbed her face and crushed his lips with hers,all bethels pleas fell on deaf ears as Harry was already consumed with his dark past.

Then keep it to yourself! Ryann- Well, I guess I’ll vote yes too. It can’t be worse than the intentionally gross drinks she was making you before right? Harry- True. Well in that case, bottoms up! Ryann- ….. Well? Amber- OMG Harry- -_- Amber- This is hilarious! I love this chick! Ryann- I know right? Harry won’t let us meet her though -_- Ryann- What did she give him??? Harry- A silencing spell. I can’t talk.

Something was stirring, even here, And then the Ancient’s voice rolled through the fracture like thunder. “Daughter.” Sera gasped. It wasn’t just sound, it was command. It cracked her soul open, poured something vast and unbearable into her veins. Her shadow chains snapped, not in freedom but in transformation. They turned molten, glowing, fusing into her skin like brands. The Ancient was not outside anymore. It was here, inside the fracture, inside her. Its presence bent her knees, crushed her lungs, demanded surrender. The molten one bowed to it, triumphant. “At last.”

She could feel the magic coursing through her veins like liquid fire, burning brighter with every passing moment. Damien's eyes locked onto hers, his expression a mix of awe and concern. "Ana, what's happening?" he whispered. Elizabeth's eyes were wide with wonder. "She's tapping into the ancient magic," she breathed. "The magic of the elements." Victor's eyes flashed with fear. "No," he whispered. "It can't be." And then, in an instant, Ana was transformed. Her body glowed with a fierce, golden light, as if the very essence of the elements had been unleashed within her.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the

he suggested, his voice filled with a spark of hope. Amelia's eyes widened at the suggestion. The ancient spell was a risky move, a powerful and ancient incantation that could tip the scales in their favor. But it had been practiced in the lost stories of their ancestors, and its risks were great. "Are you sure, Fenrir? The ancient spell has been a legend for centuries, and no one knows its true power," Amelia cautioned, concern etched on her face. Fenrir nodded firmly. "Yes, Amelia. We have no other choice. The creature's strength surpasses our own. The ancient spell is our last hope."