Harry Potter Rat Man Novels & Stories

The disgusting Ratman’s rusty, jagged sword struck the heavy kite shield over and over. Sparks flew with each blow as the barely-sharp blade left tiny scars and scratches in its wake. The Ratman itself was a fetid, disease-ridden beast-like humanoid. Its fur was matted, its muscles were sinewy, and its eyes were beady. It stank of the ripe combination of urine and rotting meat. How its weapons and armor didn’t disintegrate from direct contact was a complete mystery.

She pointed at the part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal. He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely, and rose to his feet. "Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!" "I am not a human male, female." She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?" He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator and no comparison." Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still on THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let me see—"

The old man said with a nostalgic expression. "Now we are at it again. I thought they'd treated and healed you of your madness old man, but guess I'm wrong. Who did you offend old man? Because I don't understand how an old man like you is talking as if you're not from this world. Have you been watching a lot of Harry Potter series too much?" Jon asked while laughing.

The wolf's red ears lowered in defeat before small grunts of protest rose. Black raised an eyebrow at them. "The wolf is more talkative than the human, I see." As if to back up the Mad One's words, the red wolf began to make small leaps from right to left as he continued to growl to show his displeasure. _ Why are we the only ones being transformed, Harry?" complained Till. "I have no idea," the young man replied at once.

“Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.” “You see? I was right. A white rat!” “They have red eyes.” Dorian looks down at his fingernails now.

He was barely familiar yet his scent was unique like a call of something wild, Harry realized that the man was a werewolf and a powerful one. He also approached the horse carriage, not sure where his help was needed. His attention was drawn to the wagon and the two men. Behind them were dozens of men in a peasant tunic, and almost everyone was gigantic and hairy. Are they a pack of werewolves? He thought to himself.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Deciding not to trust him, he shook his head. “Listen, you, mangy mutt. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll turn you into a rodent and send you off into a pack of your own and you won’t have to worry about me devouring you. I have no doubt your flea-bitten relatives would consider you a fine meal. What do you think?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, “A woodchuck? A squirrel? I know... a rat!” Adam hesitated just a moment longer while he weighed the truth to the magic man’s words. Deciding he meant his threat he saw no other choice, but to transform into his human identity. He did it with extreme reluctance.

The laugher quieted, as the people around him began to fade and fall. The rat man's laugher died. He hunched over and howled. Muscles bulged and built on him as he exploded upward into a huge giant, eye-level with me. The power coming off him was immense. It glowed with yellow and green. His fist swung at me like he was swiping at a fly. I zipped out of the way. Each faction took a step back as he stepped forward. I was in for it now.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.