Metamorphmagus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“I’m trying to read.” We sat in silence broken only by Coryfe’s movements, the crackle of flames and sizzle of roasting rabbit, and the occasional turn of a page. “So, what is more important than my changeling brother?” I asked him as I took the rabbit off the fire and divided it. “That justifies stealing me from the roadside?” He put the book back into his bag. “Magic power. Mine was stolen from me. I need to reclaim it before the month’s end, or it will be gone forever.”

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

“I’m Yuki, I govern the magic of Conjuration, the ability to create matter, creatures, and even bridges to other realms. It is an honor to meet you.” The next person looks like a child, but then quickly morphs into a bird and then into an older man with a beard. “Knock that crap off Giles, show the boy what you look like so he doesn’t accidentally kill you in battle because you don’t look familiar,” Yuki yells at him and the others laugh again. I stare at the screen and see him transition to a fairly ordinary guy, slightly balding, heavy set, and quite normal looking. “Giles,” he says pointing at himself, “Transmutation is my responsibility.” He fidgets with his hands waiting for the next pe

He turned back to the task. “What is he doing?” Fatima wondered as they followed Tony back into the house. “Connery is a very talented alchemist,” Meguitte replied absently as they approached a bedroom door and Tony opened it into a darkened space. “And we have worked together a great many times over the centuries. He will prepare the ingredients for a healing spell, with a twist using alchemy, and I will return to infuse it with my magic. We will create a poultice for Harry’s eye… Oh, Harry,” she finished as she saw them laid out over the bed.

"I think she did something to it. That it's alive." He didn't laugh or deny it, simply held out his hand. My demon hummed unhappily, but didn't fight me when I let him take possession. Sassy rolled it over in his palm, frown back as I felt him focus his magic on it. The tiny amber flame inside it pulsed once, like a heartbeat. Sassafras looked up into my eyes, his full of excitement. "So you think we can use this to put Harry's magic back?" It was like he wanted to believe, but still hesitated.

"We know, you don't have pure magick. So, you must have soft magick. I can teach you how to make potions and teas and charms." "Charms?" "By using the mix of right herb and right spell and right charm bags, you can make a charm. Charms can be used for protection, healing or for starting a circle of magick in case the person has white magick." "And what is pure magick? Is it like the kind Harry Potter has? Levitate? Move? Change?" "Yes, it is almost the same. A person with white magick is the one who has the power of alter, shift, change things."

His voice died as the loud cracking of bones and the angry growl of a wolf shook the woods. Harry, furious to hear his Mate being insulted in front of him again, had been unable to control Till. His animal side had forced the metamorphosis and was now standing in front of the vampires, fangs out. The latter were tetanized and seemed incapable of the slightest movement. A frightening fear had arisen as they became aware of the wolf before them.

A couple of minutes pass before a voice calls out, “Next! Who’s next?!” “It is Hera of the Liddicoat Kingdom,” I answer. “You plan to become a citizen here?” A young man asks with suspicion in his eyes. “Tired of all the vampires there?” “Yes,” I answer. “And maybe,” I add. “What kind of spell do you use?” “Mostly elemental spells. Potions.” “How about combat?” “Not much.”

“I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.” I just stared at him, unsure if I’d heard right. “A Magyc?” “Yep,” he said casually. “You probably call us witches or warlocks, but trust me, there are major differences.” I couldn’t even find words. “So you’re telling me you’re a mythical supernatural?” I asked quietly, almost afraid to say it too loudly as if the illusion would break. “I am,” he said simply. “We all are.” My eyes flicked toward Raven and Damon.

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.