Harry Potter Ancient Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

“There’s one thing I don’t get. How did she get seduced by that moron? Sorry, Innis.” She shrugged, amazingly ambivalent. “Love is blind, and one could use that. I am of the Andago line, and I hope I would never disappoint either my ancestors or my descendants, but one rotten apple on a tree does not ruin it forever. What else could I do?” Gallant, I bowed before the girl and touched her slender fingers with my lips. “My Lady, you’re magnificent.” “Claws off, you tailed beast.” What the hell? A dark wave of necromancy splashed over the room, freezing the corners. Reflexively, I protracted my claws and turned around, ready to repel the attack.

The words were nearly a growl, but the truth in them was clear as ringing bells. Amerie thought of how unnaturally he had moved. How his eyes were too gray, too empty- not the deep calming ocean she was used to. How different he had acted towards her. How even the shadows seemed to act differently. How everything about him had screamed WRONG. “Then who was it?” He beheld her face and clenched his jaw. She sneered as she watched his features change as he battled with himself, remaining silent. “Tell me!” she screamed. He clenched and unclenched his jaw again, then whispered, “An Ancient. Some of them can shapeshift into whomever or whatever they please.”

"Augustine and Alo are here. They don't really need our presence..." "I know what you're doing, and it's wrong. You know for a fact that if I can stay away, that's the option I'd choose... although I wouldn't say no to a quick hug right now... but my room isn't really unoccupied at that moment. Maybe we can use the Crossroad Cafe's storage room?" Harry turned his head, not wanting to witness the happiness of a mated couple, then turned his attention to the little girl. He wanted to be able to look at her and understand why Connor said she was turning his wolf into a marshmallow.

I barely make a sound but just to be sure, I also activated a spell that will ensure he won’t be able to smell or sense me. At the bottom of the grand staircase, he turns right, toward the old museum annex I’d once helped design. It’s filled with relics and curiosities: swords, banners, magical artifacts, even a petrified lycan’s paw. But he doesn’t seem interested in any of those. Instead, he kneels on a display rug and removes it, showing a thick, iron-banded trapdoor that leads to the basement. He then unlocks it with a key hanging from his necklace.

"How?" "Right. You've not taken Ancient Magical Language yet." She taps a finger to her lips. "Hang on." I try another book that is full of symbols and no words while she rummages through her dresser drawers. "Here." She hands me a tear-shaped necklace that looks to be a polished tiger's eye. "It's beautiful." "Put it on." She sits on the bed across from me. "It'll give you second sight and interpret the words of mystical texts." "Thanks." I put the necklace on and turn back to the symbols in the book. Now they appear to shift, moving across the page, forming a picture of a witch turning into a cat. "A transfiguration spell?"

I realized out loud. Auntie’s face was grim, but she said nothing. As a leader of the temple, her role in our society was kept severely distinct from government. She had a delicate balance to maintain in all this. “Checking in on you and the baby is not the only reason for my visit today.” My gaze snapped to Auntie at her words, at the hope weaved in them. “I found an ancient spell,” she began, “in the depths of the magical libraries. It allows a mate bond to be imitated.”

“Why the hell will you go to the witch's town without a witch, What did you expect? They receive you with open hands?” “It wasn't human, neither was it a wolf…” I paused, winching as the potion she applied stung hard. “It's going to sting,” she said. “He was faster than anything I’ve seen,” he said. “Arthur could barely keep up, I have no idea what that thing was, but not knowing is far more dangerous.” Amelia paused, meeting my gaze. “It sounds like he’s something ancient,” she murmured. “Maybe a breed we haven’t encountered before.”

There is no conversation because Harry prefers to cover Ana's mouth with his right hand while his left hand hugs Ana's shoulder so that he doesn't let go. "Huft" Ana let out a heavy breath. She did not know what happened today. She could only surrender. There were no words and curses that She uttered for Harry. Only the loyal cynical gaze she gave to the arrogant boy she hated so much. She started crying. The tears that She had been holding back from the start, slowly streamed down her cheeks. "Obey me! I will make you my slave. Not a servant in my family's house " "What is the difference?'

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”