Was James Potter An Animagus Novels & Stories

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

– I say and he smiles looking at me. “Now, let him out” – I say while I change into my magnificent wolf. I see James falling on the floor screaming in pain. His hands becoming paws and all of his bones breaking making way to his wolf shape. I look at him in awe, he is a beautiful grey wolf. His blue eyes shine looking at me “Let’s go for a run” – I mind link him He growls and replies through the link – “I’ll race you” – he says and starts running.

says the boy complaining, as my mind clicks and remembers him. "Oh, you're the pervert from that night" I say in a whisper. "Eugene. That's my name and no, I'm not a werewolf. I'm more of a wizard who using potions, can transform for short periods of time into animals." "What do you want, why are you here?" I ask covering my body, even though the water covers me up to my neck. After all, the water is very clear and because of that, you can easily see what I'm wearing underneath.

"What do I do?" Luke, struggling to hide a grin, stepped forward. "It seems the potion went a little sideways. It’s a transfiguration potion, but your apron protected you mostly, so you ended up with cat ears rather than in a cat body. It’s just a side effect of you being the one standing over the cauldron. Don't worry, it's temporary.” “Temporary?” I asked, feeling the ears moving around. “And w-why aren’t they wolf ears?”

He spoke a few spells and pointed the wand at the guard. Miraculously, the guard floated in the air. He looked like he was in pain. James didn't care. Wings grew out of the guard's back; his neck grew bigger, longer; his fingers disappeared. All of these changes took place as they did more until the guard was completely transformed into a flying horse. James boarded the horse and directed it towards Encrea. It took a lot of struggle, but he finally got the horse to behave. ++++××××××××××××××××××××++++

"I do. Come. We will take you there." They changed direction, heading toward the nearest entrance to the deep places. James followed nervously, constantly looking around as if expecting an ambush. As they walked, Clara asked questions. Learning James's story. How he had been attacked while camping. How he had woken changed and alone. How he had been surviving on instinct and terror ever since. "Did anyone teach you to control it?" Clara asked. "Control what?" "The creature. The transformation." James shook his head. "I just try not to change completely. Try to stay as human as possible."

Director Bones then starts talking. "What is your name?" "Peter Pettigrew." "Date of birth?" "May 12th of 1960." "Truth serum is confirmed to be working. Wizard in custody identified as Peter Pettigrew." She gives a small pause and continues to question. "Are you an animagus?" "Yes." "Are you a registered animagus?" "No." "What were you doing in the 2nd year male dormitory of Gryffindor's tower?" "I was hiding as a pet rat."

Someone had helped him become a werewolf using dark magic. James's transformation was completed, and he stood before me as a massive, corrupted wolf. His eyes burned with unnatural fire, and his scent was wrong—tainted with dark magic. *We can take him,* Lucas said, but I heard the uncertainty in his voice. "Can we?" *We have to. For Lily. For all of them.* I shifted again, feeling the ring's power flow through me. But as I faced James, I realized this fight would be different. He wasn't just stronger than he should be—he was desperate, obsessed, and completely insane.

Witches? Nope! Not gonna happen. Never! I don't want to be cursed and die a horrible death! So I pass. And, I don't have the plan on buying puppets. They might get suspicious. And besides I don't know how to use puppets. I haven't received formal education about the different races. I just shook my head and changed the topic. "There, can Professor James find out about you?" I asked, that's what really bothers me. Professor James is strong, a prodigy to be exact. So, how come that he can't sense Droon?

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.