Harry Potter Ancient Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

J fell into unconciousness. The Queen was still in the trance of amazement and shocked. This magic, the young man exuded is not just a simple magic but it was of very, very ancient one. Yes her Hellous Ancierre is of an ancient era but this? there are three powerful healing magic in ancient era. her Hellous Ancierre, Luminous spectre and this, the most powerful among the three; Lumen phoenixous. How could a kid acquired this magic? who was he?

A rue gasp escaped me, this was why my legs suddenly felt too weak, what are they planning, why am I still feeling hurt when I've long left this body. "Oh, Abel was getting all worked up with my constant worries for the pet," he gave me a flat glare, something's definitely not right, are they after me. "I heard you're a surgeon but you haven't bothered checking on the pet which should be your main aim," I growl inwardly who was this mother fucking wizard, he smiled and whispered some dull words to Draco -- I wouldn't want to know anyways, Draco whispered back to the prince and I almost thought it was my turn to hear the whisper as my ears strained trying to get a thing from their hush whispe

“Whoever did this moved quickly. I didn’t see their face, only the residue of a masking spell. The scent was almost erased.” “Almost?” She hesitated, then pointed to a broken vine tangled near the path. “There’s something else. You’ll want to see it.” I turned toward her, and she extended her hand. Resting in her palm was a small red hairpin, glittering like a drop of blood beneath the moonlight. My fingers brushed it. The moment the cold metal touched my skin, something inside me shifted. My beast in me,the ancient being that has been in slumber for a while awoken, for the second time.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

"If they want the harvest, they’re getting the rot too!" I slammed my hand onto the final page. The journal didn't glow; it screamed. A pulse of necrotic, purple energy erupted from the book, traveling along the ground and climbing the pillar of light like a vine of thorns. The Ancient let out a sound that wasn't a scream it was a glitch. Her golden eyes turned a fractured, digital grey. The baby in her arms began to glow with that same toxic purple. "What have you done?" the woman hissed, her form flickering between the white-haired rebel and the golden goddess. "You've tainted the heir! You've ruined the strain!"

“That’s easily the dullest branch of all.” She paused, then added dryly, “If you can sit through twenty minutes of it without nodding off, I’d call you a rare genius.” Despite the pain, curiosity sparked. “Then what exactly is ancient magic?” “It’s… everything,” Harriet replied. “The first werewolf tongue. The earliest wizard speech. Old Elven dialects. And countless forgotten human languages. Any creature that ever lived and spoke left something behind.” Her blade moved steadily as she spoke. “That’s what ancient magic is built on.”

The fire before us swirled, and silver symbols began to form in the air, shining brightly, symbols of an ancient clan that I had only seen in the palace’s forbidden books. Then the earth beneath us trembled softly, as if responding to the same blood. Lily stirred in my mind. "I know this place," she said softly. I closed my eyes, and in an instant, the scent of the old forest, blood, and the full moon merged into one. It was as if a lost piece of my soul had finally found its way back. “From tonight onward,” Harry’s voice echoed softly. “You are no longer just my child, but you are Viola Brielle Harry, the rightful heir of the Carpathian ancestors.”

Harry looks panicked as his eyes move back and forth between us, not sure if he should protect my secret or reveal the truth to Archer. A scream rips from my lips as I feel the change beginning to take form as my hands are starting to rearrange themselves to shift into paws and I squeak out, “Tell him.” Before Archer has a chance to ask anything, Harry rushes out, “She’s shifting.”

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.