Harry Potter Metamorphmagus Novels & Stories

"I think we can start introductions while we wait for Professor McGonagall. Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Amelia Bones, and I am the Director of the Department of Magic Law Enforcement. These are two of my Aurors, Master Auror Alastor Moody and Trainee Auror Nymphadora Tonks." Director Bones said, introducing herself and her Aurors, gesturing to each one when introduced. Moody gave the boy a grunt together with a nod, and Tonks gave him a wave with a smile, her hair quickly changing from pink, to red, back to pink when her name was said. Larry watched the woman's hair change color on its own with wide eyes. Director Bones noticed that and chuckled. "Noticed that, didn't you? Auror Tonks here

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

ah! There is another way to make me believe that the man is Hayden. That is by changing appearance! I am not the one exposed to the alchemy potion. But the man was! Hayden makes him drink a potion that changes his appearance to look like Hayden! Like the polyjuice potion in Harry Potter! Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner? Oh, of course, because I'm stupid! Amazingly stupid! 'When the potion's effect wears off, he'll return to his original physical form. That's why he is gone and his black hair also turned blonde,'

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.

The doors close right as she screams. “See?” I say, looking down at Scott. “This is what happens when you cross me.” I’m trying to sound tough, but I know the shock in my eyes is anything but menacing. I have no idea what I did. I had no idea I could even do that. Transfiguration is complicated magic. I spent some time studying it during my university years, but my main focus was on conjuring. The same magic that causes werewolves to shift goes into the basics of transfiguration, and a spell gone wrong can result in serious disfiguration or death.

The maids looked at her in confusion, wondering how the deep waters changed her into a different person in just a matter of minutes. Her eyes are dead but her face says otherwise. She was smiling. A smile that brings a different kind of horror to the nerves of someone who goes near her. She was acting like she didn't scare everyone else with what she just did. Acting indifferent to her change in mood. "When I finish dressing up kindly call for the King's Physician. I need him to take care of my injuries." Morrigan said as the smile on her face grew wider. Combing her hair continuously. Her sweet hum echoing around the room. A plan was brewing in her mind to finally take out her ace and win t

replied The Heart of Magic. "So you are Draco's golden heart?" asked Astrid in surprise. "Right. I am the core of Draco's power. I've been with you long enough, Amicus," said The Heart of Magic. “How could you have a form? So then is the Draco I know, not the real Draco?" Astrid asked, confused. "Calm down. This form of mine is just a manifestation of Draco's core strength being separated from his body for hundreds of years. When we reunite, there's only one Draco. My consciousness will fuse into one with Draco's," said The Heart of Magic.

He almost shouted, being careful not to wake her up. "You can't deny it, Hayes. You also know in yourself that what we said is true." Draco drawled. "She was the reason why you have been able to transform again to your beast after a hundred years, right?" When Rosemarie died, he never transformed into his werewolf. even when he tried, even when he forced himself. He has also attended rituals several times but nothing has happened yet. He is not weak but his wounds healed for a long time. He's not that fast anymore but he's still stronger than the average person.

said doc which shocked us. What? How come? Impossible. This was unexpected. We expected one of us to be her blood match, but I didn't expect someone like King Calix, especially Queen Victoria, to be her blood match because Raven's blood couldn't possibly match to them. The couple's blood is different from that of ordinary typical magi since Queen Victoria is a goddess and King Calix is a demon, therefore the blood of demons and gods/godesses is not the same unless you are of the same blood or kind. That just implies Raven is descended from a god/goddess. I knew she was different from us, but I didn't anticipate our differences to be so extreme.

She wanted to go after these racist bullies for hurting Aubrey. And nothing was going to stop her. When Callie was fourteen, she met Circe, one of the oldest witches in Hell who had a fondness for turning people into animals. Circe’s particular favorite was turning men into pigs and women into hens before cooking them in a variety of ways. Callie never accepted any food offered by Circe. She did accept the lesson in human to animal transmutation. Most witches and warlocks could achieve this magic but only for short periods of time. Making a long-lasting spell took skill and power. Placing a delayed spell on an object even more so. Circe was a very good teacher.