Harry Potter Ferrets Novels & Stories

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.

The beast was watching him suspiciously, not sure what to make of a creature that somehow looked like his two masters merged into one. Lupus Tenebris beckoned to him but he didn’t move, until he gave a familiar whistle. Ferrivor immediately flew to him. “You didn’t recognize me my pet.” Lupus Tenebris said stroking Ferrivor’s nose. “I don’t blame you, even my, know-it-all mother, wouldn’t recognize me now.” Ferrivor whined softly.

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

She was still screaming. He was still frantic, trying to calm her when her shrill scream turned into a loud howl and fur tickled his face. She'd shifted. He grimaced as a white paw clawed at him and claws slashed across his face, right where she'd clawed him before. His grip loosened and she jumped out of his hold, snarling, saliva dripping from elongated canines. Her wolf was an albino. Pure white, which was quite surprising since she had black hair.

Matilda asked worriedly seeing the shocked face of Hazel. “Hazel? Answer me?” Hazel snapped out of shock and whispered, “my husband.....” _____________ Harry opened the door to his house and saw few tall looking men outside. “Yes? How may I help you?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Where is young mr. Xavier?” One bulky looking man asked. Harry frowned in confusion, “who? Young mr? Are you talking about my little nephew? What’s your deal with him?” “We are here on order of Mr. Ferris to bring his son to him.” They spoke firmly with determination.