Harry Potter Fanfiction Animagus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I murmured, feeling an instant connection as I ran my fingers through her silky mane. “Her name is Ginger,” Leo said, stepping closer. “She’s really friendly and currently Lucas is the one riding her mostly.” “Ginger,” I echoed, the name rolling off my tongue like a sweet melody. I couldn’t help but smile as I interacted with her, feeling my worries melt away. Time slipped through my fingers like sand as I lost myself in the simplicity of the moment, forgetting the tension and chaos of my life. “See? I told you it would be fun!” Harry said, watching me with a grin. “Animals have healing properties, they can calm any soul.”

After doing much research in the library, I’ve come across quite a few readings that explained that witches and wizards can have mates and it wasn’t unusual for them to mate another species. I looked down at Harley, finally pulling my gaze away from Sarah for a moment and I told Harley to get Anila out of there. I knew, even if he wasn’t in control of his bear, that he would listen to me. If it meant protecting Anila, I did not doubt in my mind that Harley and his bear would do anything necessary. Once they were out of sight, I turned my attention back to Sarah. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked through my teeth, unable to keep my cool any longer.

And the face she begrudgingly copied was of the girl who she knocked out, tied, and gagged behind her closet doors. By tonight, everyone at the castle was buzzing about the party. Her party. But to Clara, it only meant her actions were restricted. She stared down at the tin tub of scuzzy water, full of loathing. A light tug on her dress pulled her attention from the dishes. Peering down, a small smile curved her lips at the sight of another dear friend. A cute and tiny four-legged creature looked up at her with his innocent beady eyes. The fur that surrounded his eyes was spotted in a different shade of purple. Two feathery wings were sticking on either of his sides, and two baby spiral horn

"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

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

Chapter Eighty-Six **** Kieran went to Morwen in the dark. He entered Morwen’s sanctum like a shadow given form, boots soundless on stone, face half-hidden under his hood. But his eyes weren’t that of Kieran’s. They were Harry’s. And they burned with something...Fear Morwen stood by the scrying mirror, arms folded, and her expression was unreadable. She didn’t ask why he was there. She already knew. “She did it again,” he said, voice low, rougher than before. “ She lifted me without touching me. Just… looked. And I was off the ground. Frozen and helpless.”

Would Lilian sway him? As the pack's Luna, I was supposed to be calm, strong, and unshakable. Yet, this relationship held together by magic was wearing me down little by little. I was slowly crumbling into pieces. I became sensitive, paranoid, and unstable. I started making mistakes at pack meetings. I fumbled business negotiations. Even my wolf form's fur coat turned dull from long-term anxiety. One day, I was taking a walk in our territory in hopes of clearing my mind when I overheard a group of Omegas whispering.

Henry*** The moonlight bathed the forest in a silver glow. I shifted. My body felt strange—disjointed, like I was becoming something else, something I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just a physical change; it was as if the very core of me was being torn apart and remade into something more powerful, something ancient. My muscles stretched and rippled beneath my skin, bones cracking as they shifted, pulling me into my true form. The world around me sharpened, the air growing crisp with a clarity I’d never known before. The wolf inside me roared to life, hungry, eager, demanding that I embrace what I was meant to be.

Nathaniel suggested. "Seriously?" Anna smirked. She raised an eyebrow. There was an outburst in her brain... the reasonable sort... the type that holds more chances than she could be aware of... but there were hundreds of notions there in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of the journey, of paths awaiting her feet. "Maybe, after all, I'm the prince and Nathaniel here was a werewolf as a well right cousin?" Harry answered with a wink.