Harry Potter Is An Animagus Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

Wind swirled through my hair as I ran towards the end of my of my world and entered the human world, it was as filthy as it was yesterday. The sun up gleaming in its greatest light and i couldn't endure to waste this precious time in werewolf world though I still couldn't believe my mate was a human but I had to meet him once to ensure our bound. I came as early as possible so I would meet my mate for sure and this time I knew where I had to look to find him. The university, his ID card said Concornia University so thats where my destination was.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

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.

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

Peter Petigrew then went on, answering Madam Bones questions, on what he did after, hiding within a pureblood family, to keep an ear on the news about the Dark Lord, disguising as a pet rat for one of the children. This last one, added a charge of trespassing private property to his long list of crimes. Not that the extra charge would really make any real difference to the result of the trial. Madam Bones asked too if he ever would register himself as an animagus, which he denied, claiming that it was something that gave too much of an advantage for him. When questioned since when he could transform, he answered by having learned it together with Sirius Black and James Potter during his fift

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

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?