Harry Potter Animagus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Done.” Staring at me, Harry threatened to kiss me, but I put my hands up, interrupting his advance. “Oh, darling, you wouldn't want your brother to notice that, would you?” I smiled innocently, pretending to be upset. “We'll have time for that later.” “Of course…” Harry reluctantly stepped back. “Where were you going?” “I want to see if this has any use when it comes to restraining the beast. I can control it, but who knows, maybe we can extract its strength and transfer its dominance to you!” I stared at him confidently.

If Mate had been a wolf, she would have been an Alpha female," Till barked happily. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he felt his soul mate's canines pierce his lower lip again. "Mate, I think you've had enough for now," Harry tried to articulate. Emmanuelle froze, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze. She had to stand on her tiptoes to come and speak against his lips: "So tasty," she said seductively, running her tongue over his lips. Harry's skin regenerated again, and he couldn't take his eyes off his soul mate. Till trembled in one of the recesses of Harry's mind: _ Harry... I really don't know how to take this. Usually, I wouldn't mind our Mate talking about us as a snack. But

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

“My son’s father used to love ripping people’s heads. Today, I’m going to do it.” "Wh...what?" “Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” I whispered before shifting into a black wolf with golden eyes. “Aaaahhhhhh,” he screamed, moving back. Without wasting time, I lunged at her neck, digging my canine inside; I bit her. He shouted, cried, tried to fight, and yearned in pain, but I showed him no mercy. I pulled his flesh out of his neck and bit again and again until his neck was finally out of his body.

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

Lucas adds under his breath. “You can do that?” Abby asks. I purse my lips and glare at Lucas. “No. Absolutely not and I’ve never accidentally transfigured anyone before.” Abby cocks and eyebrow and refills her glass. “I’m trying to keep my questions to a minimum because I know how annoying it can be, but what?” “Transfiguration is a type of magic. It’s the way werewolves shift and the way my familiars can take on the form of a regular animal.”

Victor waits for him outside, so furious, so hurt, just inches from death. Harry fights for himself, and Victor is fighting for Ariadne. He needs to end this right now if he’s to have any chance of saving Ariadne and the baby. Victor’s limbs move on their own. The instinct he’d been trying to bury and be the man all erodes away. And suddenly, he is nothing more than an animal with a threatened mate. Harry senses the change and hops back, from snarling to a wary defense. He sniffs the air cautiously, as if he’s driving by animal instinct as well, or perhaps he always was. He shakes himself off, and thick flecks of blood fly away from him...

Their dying screams echoed just as more and more of them came out transformed into shadow beasts. “No, you're different Your Majesty, dirty! I-Is that what they're going to do to me? M-make me like them? L-like you?” He whispered hauntingly and I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. I couldn't help the sting his words left in my chest but I smiled through it either way. Careful to keep my face impassive. “You could never be like me Hagrid, even if you wanted to. You’ll probably be a cargo beast at most.” I tittered absentmindedly, stroking a finger on my jaw before the sudden movement caught my eye.

Besides, if magic was real, why couldn't this guy be a psychic? 'And maybe I'll grow a tail and swim away,' she thought dreamily. 'If only.' She felt her smile grow wider with every step Damien took in her direction. When he stopped in front of her and took the leash from Psychic Boy, Damien looked at her like she'd gone crazy. "I don't remember you ever smiling this much," he commented. He had a point. "Uh, well, you make me happy," Belle explained. "The spell has turned her into your dog," Psychic Boy offered an alternative theory. "If she had a tail it would be wagging. She whines all day when you're gone. Obeys your every command."

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"