Harry Potter Ferrets Novels & Stories

He thought the extra power flowing through Doll was coming from him. That was until the Bunny saw the apparition, the cosmic aura. Not only was he sure that wasn't Hades, but he sensed it could paradoxically be a hex magick that could poison or sicken the Black-fur. But Black-furs were made of Hex aura, weren't they? He tried to recall what he'd learned about what the Hares called the "lower species" and Black-furs in particular who were the "lowest of the low." Not that Bright thought that way. His Captain was noble and a tom. The Marker was kind and a tom. As far as he could tell, the meanest, scariest pirate on their crew was Nickel and he was a Hare.

I say, stressing the 'sir'. It is a big wonder, that a warlock is head over the entire school… "Feisty. That I like." Principal Eldor smirks, bringing out his wand. My legs instinctively move backwards, he burst into laughter. "...oh, my my. Little Hermione is scared. I didn't think I'll get to see the day where the Phoenix is scared." He jeers, laughing loudly. Phoenix. Phoenix?!! "How did you...You just called me..." "Phoenix? Oh yes, who wouldn't know?" He smirks, appearing in a flash before me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth.

I nodded absorbing the information. Mages, from what I had read and heard, possessed a unique trait where their eyes would flicker to a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue, reminiscent of the sea under a clear sky. It was a distinct characteristic associated with their kind. The enigmatic flickering of my pet's eyes only deepened my curiosity, but I chose not to disclose her to Matthias. Aware of his wisdom and inherent skepticism. "Why did you ask?" Matthias inquired, his gaze unwavering. "Nothing" I replied, evading a direct answer. His scrutinizing gaze persisted.

Not literally though, but still, he wasn't dying, not on her watch. "You're not dying." Her tone was firm. "I could," He pouted his lips. "And I could not if you let me see the book of Ginnak, just a touch." The puppy eyes he was making, made him appear more scary than pitiful. "B-but…that's what Robert asked me to bring to him, he needed to check something very important." Forsyth's eyes narrowed at her. "You little slu- Argh!" He fell back to the mattress and clutched his chest. God! The stupid spell was killing him.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

The sincerity in his voice made me feel something I don't even want to think about it, and it wasn't guilty. "You don't have to thank me for saying this." I clean my treehouse fastest than I thought, I give him the capped bowl with the stew and I just took my Kanata and Bakaashi my male ferret who was sleeping in my bed. "What is this little creature?" He asked startled and took a few steps away from us, I start to laugh out loud and he looked at me, pissed off. "Are truly scared of a little ferret?" I asked him laughing hard.

A bear’s pelt, a crocodile’s skin, and coconut tree’s woven leaves—a peculiar hut lived by an equally eccentric witch and her son. A ten-year-old Merlin was skipping his small feet towards their hut. His mum was waiting for him after he spent most of his afternoon nap time at the coven’s cemetery near their home. Though covered with mud and grime, Merlin’s twinkling flaming red eyes glittered with a ring of silver around his iris were beaming with happiness. In his arms was a small wolf cub, its black and white tails wagged as its eyes were unfocused.

When Lya opened the door, a little black mutt puppy immediately went for my arm, dragging at the sleeve of my jacket right where Rose’s mark was. “Hello, Henry,” I grumbled. Familiars made me uncomfortable. Purebreds had long been extinct, but there were still the distantly related part breds, bound to one form with limited abilities to communicate, around. It was usually witches and vampires that chose them. Sometimes one would find its way to a human, but the human would never know that their exceptional bond with a pet was supernatural. I didn’t understand why Oliver was opposed to Lya knowing her puppy was more than just a puppy.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

A low, vibrating growl erupted from the shadows behind the rocking chair. Zack froze. Two red pits of fire opened in the dark. Fenris stepped out. He was a massive, scarred Feral who had refused the cure. He hadn't shifted back to human in three days. His fur was matted with dried gore, his ribs showing through his flanks. He didn't move to attack. He just sat next to Lyra. He placed a heavy, clawed paw over her small foot. "Tell your dog to back off," Zack rasped, his hand hovering over the silver blade at his belt.