Harry Potter Rat Man Novels & Stories

“O, lord rat. I beseech you. Please don’t kill me.” Shadow looked at the messy man with amusement. Her red eyes flickered in between the hoodie. “What if I say that I am a hamster?” Hamster? A cool sweat rolled down his cheek. His whole body shuddered from his own thoughts. Then, it would be entirely a different story. The hamster clan was under the rat category but their cute appearance was nothing but a facade. To compare the hamster and the rat, Julian was even more pleased working with the rat tribe.

But that’s not what caught my attention. Kneeling by the water, apparently washing some clothes, was a figure about the size of child, a ten-year-old maybe. But not a child. Not even a human. In fact what it most resembled was a large rat. Covered in white fur. With a tail. I nudged Maurice next to me and pointed. He slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked in the direction I was indicating. His mouth fell open. “Is that a rat-woman?” The rat-person did look like a female. Not because she was doing the laundry (I’m not that sexist), not even because she was wearing a long yellow skirt, like a sarong (men wear them, too), but because of the six breasts on her chest.

Byron hadn’t called anyone on the phone. But his mental state had not changed he was still insane. He hadnt abducted anyone yet, but he still did his experiments. “All of my rats have gone missing, as if they knew I was after them as if they were saved by an angel.” Byron said, holding a rat with his two hands tightly preventing it from breathing. Byron then looked up at the ceiling, Agent lunga controlled the robo bugs to try and hide them.

The man groaned in pains as Dante took a cage of rats from Ditto. He ripped off the shirt the man was putting on, revealing the flesh of his tummy. The man struggled and screamed as Dante placed the heavy metal plate over his stomach before raising the plate up slightly and releasing four rats into it. The man's screams got louder as he felt the rats on his flesh. Dante got up on his feet and Ditto dumped a couple of hot coals on the metal plate, heating the metal up and causing the rats to scramble and run all over the man's stomach, in search of a way out to escape from the earth.

"Moss this is Rat, a rat, Rat this is Moss, an old man." Blanche saw how Rat's expression get crumpled as she instructed them to shake hands. "What a way to introduced me," Rat mumbled under his breath as he shook his hand with Moss who smiled and diligently accepted whatever Blanche introduced him to. Rat never left Blanche's side even though the manager of the coffee shop was eyeing him, giving him the certainty that every second he spent slacking off will be deduced two-folds on his wage.

Jules agreed. “Jules!” Someone called from the stables, and Harry and Jules crossed to meet them. It wasn’t someone that Harry knew, an older man, and a human, Harry realized as they drew close. “Would you have a look at you!” The man stared at Jules. “You look as if you’ve lost twenty years. Is that a werewolf thing?” “A vampire thing,” Harry replied when they saw that Jules was lost and struggling. They smiled their most charming smile and extended their hand. “I’m Harry, Jules’ partner.”

So getting him to do this wasn't very hard, “I have heard a lot about you and thought about the most suitable gift I should give you. I thought hard about this gift, so you should like it, don't you? It looks just like you.” The rat was made under a tight schedule, I didn't actually think it would get finished this early. But I had seen this guy that the jeweller sent to deliver the gift. Even if this woman didn't come to me, I would have gone to her myself. But it's all good. The whispers grew louder around us. I stepped closer, lowering my voice, “Do you know what rats do? They crawl in the shadows and they hide in corners. They bite what they cannot defeat. They eat away at what others bu

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

Neither was running barefooted, in the rain. While I ran, one of the wolves suddenly lurched himself at me, pushing me to the ground. He was large, I'll give him that. He had grey fur and orange colored eyes. He growled at me and my heart sank. The rest of the wolves were quickly approaching, so I did the only thing I could do. I muttered a spell which immediately transformed me into a rat. This threw the wolf off guard and I quickly ran off. I made my way into one of the dark alleys, keeping in mind that the spell had a disadvantage. If I remained in form of a rat for more than three minutes, I would remain like that, for the rest of my life. Two minutes after I'd transformed, I ran into a

He was wearing an all-black outfit while sitting on the open window. His image was seen as the curtain flattered every time the wind blew together with the skirt of his cloak. His right knee was bended on the top of the window while his right hand was on it's top. And his shadow created a horrible image in the floor. "Elixer, I told you..." The low tone of his voice was heard and he showed the dead ghost rat in his hand. He made it to float in the air and... "Blag!" The unknown man threw the dead ghost rat on the floor. After that, he jumped out of the window whole following the movement of the falling rat. He stepped on it and made a loud sound. The ghost rat turned into ashes and his face