Harry Potter Is A Metamorphmagus Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I frowned, guess I wasn’t one of the ones who could read it… "No luck?" Chris asked. "No." I handed it to Raihana, who flipped it open. "So, are we looking for a disguising spell to sneak us in, a tracing spell, or…?" She looked at me and I sat forward, furrowing my brows. "I'm not taking you in there… So something that can disguise me, so I can sneak in. Like a cloaking spell or something." "Giving me some serious Harry Potter vibes." Chris smirked "And that makes you guys the ugly werewolves." Raihana remarked.

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

"Noticed that, didn't you? Auror Tonks here, have an ability called metamorphmagus, it allows her to change her appearance at will." At the explanation, Auror Tonks started her own show, cycling through different colors of hair and different shapes of noses, much to the boy's entertainment. "That's brilliant!" The boy said as Auror Tonk went back to her 'original' pink hair and nose. At that moment the fire in the fireplace flared into tall green flames and Professor McGonagall walked out of it. "Good morning, Professor McGonagall, we were waiting for you." The strict witch looked around the office and took in the presence of Amelia Bones and two aurors, and Larry Potter.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

"The sooner, the better." At ten that night, Lucas called. "Sophie, about the marking ceremony tomorrow..." "Let's just cancel it," I cut him off. "Not cancel. Postpone." Lucas sounded exhausted. "Willow's situation is a bit complicated. She just got back from Europe, and the change has messed up her heat cycle. I have to stay with her tonight." "Doing what?" "Using my Alpha scent to help stabilize her hormones," Lucas said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "A pureblood's heat is agonizing, Sophia. It’s not the simple inconvenience you half-bloods experience."

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

"No… stop. I know about the letter," "What letter?" He asked in surprise. In response, Purple brought out the letter from her pocket, unfolded it, and showed it to him. "Do you recognize this?" Harry gave her a blank stare but didn't say anything for a moment. "Did you read it?" "I saw it by mistake, so yes, I couldn't help but read it," He frowned. "You had no rights!" And then, right there before her eyes, he was transforming into something dangerous. His fist was clenched tightly under the table, and her eyes did not fail to notice the twitching movements of his lips.

He seems to be concentrating on something, something I can’t possibly identify. "There is no way you can prove to me that-" I am halted by his quick transfiguration, looking in wonder and awe as the lovely guy suddenly melts, his head crashing into his body. It is like a waterfall, the way his body suddenly falls into itself. However, there is a glimmer of light before he becomes a puddle on the floor, his-body-liquid-I-don't-really-know creating a shape. Another instant and he is that form. A gigantic wolf with sharp white teeth and black eyes that matches his pupils.

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.