Harry Potter Basilisk Animagus First Task Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Instead, it was a part of me; we were one and the same. I would still live an immortal life, only having one enemy that could stop me from ever being reborn, permanently ending my life. A Basilisk. A venous snake shifter that, like me, was rare, most believed them to be extinct. But now that I existed, one would be born, if not already—the universe now having to find balance in all forms. It was mindblowing the things I had already read about. For example, I could enchant items with my flames, similar to everlasting fire. But unlike everlasting fire, I couldn't break wards or spells with it, only strengthen things.

Maula immediately tries to get up and, almost comically, his intestines again boil out of his stomach and unspool everywhere. Trying to fight off the werewolf, Maula manages to slip on one of the slick tubes, and he pitches face-first into the floor. To the symphony of crunching noises of a feeding werewolf, I pull the knife free and use the blade to dismember the Cockatrice. I have no idea how much damage a basilisk can recover from, so as I cut pieces free, I throw them into the middle of the room. Once this grizzly task is done, I do the same to the body of the Shayṭān.

It felt too still like the calm before the storm, and I hated it. My stomach let out a loud growl. I sighed. The idea of surviving on pine roasts had been a stupid one. Maybe I needed to hunt something small—a bird or, better yet, a mountain rabbit. I decided to go with that and started sniffing the air, using every bit of my senses to pick up a little mammal. But there were no warm heat signatures anywhere. Confused and suddenly on edge, I opened my eyes. Thank the Goddess I did. Right in front of me, a snow basilisk was baring its fangs, venom and poison dripping from its jaws.

“aunlish di amord a mesnish, aunlish di amord a mesnish, aunlish di amord a mesnish” my eyes roll to the back of my head as I chant. Holding the yellow python in my left hand, as I took a knife, I sliced it straight from its head to the tail, drawing blood. As it falls into the bowl beneath, I start to smile. Taking my fingers, I put them into the blood, circling around, again chanting the same words. The blood starts to boil, blue sparks igniting like flames. The spell is working. As the sparks ignite, a symbol appears in the shape of a circle. Taking my fingers out of the bowl, I rub them together, looking up. I feel the sparks as they travel inside my veins, turning them to a shade of bla

It was almost the end of the evening before Lua finally said, "We're getting close to the other side. Just one more Basilisk to kill and its eggs to destroy. It might take a little longer, but once this is done, we'll be able to see where to go." "It's good to hear. I can't keep staying here, "I told her, but by then she was gone. This time, too, the process was the same. We waited, and as she played with the basilisk, we heard her. This time, it took longer because she said it would.

Bolton updated me as a woman carried on about her kind, Basilisk, needing more herbs planted. She reminded me of the Dragon I met, both reptilian and both with an air of evil that swirled around them. This plant she asked of helped her kind rejuvenate a poison they naturally produced in their spit glands. "You don't want to look them in the eye too long." Bolton began speaking in my head again. "They have a second eyelid that can hypnotize you, usually to immobilize you and kill you with their venom." "This place keeps getting creepier and creepier. I guess I should be thankful all you vile creatures are on our side."

Now that I had a better idea of how to manipulate the magic coursing through my veins, it wasn’t as hard as I thought to breathe life into the scraps clinging to my body. The crowd made sounds of surprise as the scraps clinging to my form shifted. Dingy browns melted into sparkling silver armor, set with scales that glittered like flecks of starlight. They trickled down my chest and arms before reaching my legs. The hissing grew louder, enough to send me darting around a corner. From there, I could use the mirror’s I created to track the basilisk’s movements. Sure enough, a few minutes later it slithered out from the left, banking right where another one of my mirrors hid. Pressing myself ag

Now she knew better. “Fine,” she said. “It’s my fault. But what’s done is done, and it’s too late to be wishful. Are you going to stand there and refuse to let me help because you have a grudge?” He said nothing for a long moment, and she wondered if he was going to remain silent after all. But finally he sent her a half-look over his shoulder. “There is nothing you can do. And there is nothing I can do. Yes, he can heal. But no, it is not magic. Not the kind you think of. The basilisk poison stops him from healing, so he will have to endure with his own strength. If the poison weakens, his wounds will close.”

But the Prince had hid them, and raised them, and now they rip apart Anomalies and lay the bodies at his feet. But the worst of all these was the serpent. His Master had great regrets about the serpent, because it had originally been his favorite experimental subject. It was a basilisk, a creature that had a thousand lives. The Prince had witnessed its five-hundred-and-fifty-ninth death at the hands of the Master, and the Prince felt pity for it and helped it escape. The Prince then made a contract with the basilisk by granting it one wish, and from then on the creature was changed. The basilisk, which the Prince had named Jorus, became an existence like a curse. It gave up its remaining fou

I didn't know they were still bullies licking in the corners of my father's pack. I made it my life mission to end the act even if it'll be the last thing I do for the pack. "In my opinion, you don't seem to need reading books to be the princess you were born to be. What you did back there should be enough evidence for you. You need to believe in yourself." My focus shifted from the path we were walking on to Basil's face. His expression matched the tone he was using to describe what he had seen in me that I was yet to acknowledge. My assumptions were that he was trying to take my mind off the incident we just witnessed and it worked. I soon began to smile as he gesticulated hilariously. He