Harry Potter Fanfiction Dragon Animagus Novels & Stories

I darted in and out of the trees as fast as my legs would carry me. Soon enough I came into the clearing by the lake. Sat by the edge of the water was Draco's enormous ashen gray dragon. He let out another deafening roar into the air, and it was such a sad song. My heart broke for him when he lowered his head and nudged at the lifeless body of Lorena. His snout was huge, almost half the size of her tiny body, but he was so gentle when he tried to nudge her awake. He knew she was gone, but there was a part of him hoping that he was wrong. I stepped forward with my hands up, and when my foot snapped a twig he startled, shooting a fireball at me. I jumped out of the way and shouted out, “Draco,

The searing heat washed over them, but their quick reflexes spared them from being scorched. "Lucas, now!" Amelia cried out, signaling him to execute the plan they had devised for such an event. With a daring leap, Lucas scaled the dragon's hind leg, his knife seeking the tender junctions between the scales. The dragon roared in fury, its body shuddering with pain. "Keep it up!" Amelia encouraged, pride swelling in her chest for the young werewolf's bravery. "Almost got it!" Lucas grunted, his efforts relentless. "Remus, Finn, now!" Elijah commanded. The two cooks hurled pots filled with a concoction designed to disorient the creature. The containers shattered against the dragon's snout, rel

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

“Now is not the time for this. We’ve already had this discussion. It’s just… ludicrous. How could it be you?” “It is, Tarra,” I insisted, pushing my horse to the side of hers. “Tarra, look at me. Give me the sword,” our eyes locked. “Give me the sword Tarragon and transform into a dragon.” Somewhere, out of sight, there was a groan of wood in torment and the rustle of branches far louder than any stirring of the wind, as if a large creature moved between, bowing and breaking boughs with its body. In the leafy canopy, there was a trembling, and then a hole formed where there had been a tree, leaves, and branches sucking down as if pulled from below.

Havermouth, Present Time Tears streamed down Harry‘s face as they rose to their feet. They ran their hands over the lush hide of the weredragon. It was precisely the colour of Jules’ hair. Harry draped their body over the dragon’s chest, pressing their ear to the hide, celebrating the steady beat and rise and fall of the ribs. Alive. Gloriously alive. And they could feel the tie of their mate bond twining them together. With their eyes closed, Jules was a glow within the darkness.

"Does the name Anne Wilson ring any bells?" Dominus asked. He was the only one with a dragon from where he had come from, his mother had given it to him alongside her powers. "I'm afraid it doesn't," The dragon replied politely. "Is something troubling you?" The dragon inquired. The dragon slowly transformed into a man in his mid-thirties. "The girl is strange. At first, she saw my other self slaying a bunch of people, and now she noticed the black gene vapor. What is she?"

“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.

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

I must not let him catch me. "He likes a good chase," I say with words that are not my own, as if the dragon is trying to come forth, remembering who she is. What will happen next? Will I sprout wings? Will my teeth grow and my nails elongate into talons? I look down at my hands, They are simply hands, nothing more. "This is crazy," I say as I hide behind a tree to rest, gasping for air as I struggle to regain my strength. "Why am I doing this? What is the point?"

He gets knees, and his whole body changes. ' A dragon,' my wolf breathes. ' Oh my fucking gods,' I mumble. The transformation takes less than 3 minutes, and I gasp loudly as he shifts into the most gigantic, magnificent dragon I've ever seen. Its scales are black, mixed with silver, and it has a long, slender body. I involuntarily move away from him, keeping my eyes on the dragon's substantial emerald eyes. His gaze is curious, observing me.