Was James Potter An Animagus Novels & Stories

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

"Find a loophole and fix what you have done!" He commanded the fat dirty mess to reverse a spell he performed. "As I said you over grown lizard, it is on him to remember. I'm not a witch I deal with actual magic." James held the dirty trash in the air, he was ready to take this parasite out of its misery. "Wait. Spare my life an I will tell you a secret." "Right now you have more to lose than I do." It laughed its teeth brown, its breath foul and intent clear.

He judged it perfectly given that the glass didn’t shatter. Then we escorted our ‘victim’ to the walk-in refrigerator as a temporary measure and the Alpha requested lots of ice from a suddenly hovering Potter. “Now!” he ordered. “And if you have a bath, even better.” “Do it,” I said, improvising madly, “or I warn you, he’ll roar again.” I had to point to Kane so there was no misunderstanding. The mage was covered from head to foot in some sacking we’d found. Potter probably thought it was the clone parts.

“Xavier! Xavier, what did you order them?! Did you ask them to cast a spell to kill me?! Hey!! Reply me! Why are you and all of you just standing by and watching?! Damn you all! They are both witches! It's not right for werewolves to team up with dirty witches like them!” James was starting to look quite scared and also really freaked out right there right now. James himself even started walking right towards the other side of the prison, and immediately tried to be able to open the iron bars of the prison right now. Which, of course, was very difficult for James to do.

"He can cover up whatever he does to us. Don't push this, James. He will win." "How can he just cover it up?" I asked. I couldn't even hide the frustration building or how my voice raised higher as I asked. Nor did I care that I slipped up, oddly. This was Peter. I'd probably slipped up more in front of him than any of the others, yet he never even acted like he noticed. He was my friend. I could trust him. Peter looked at me like I was missing a glaring fact. "He's a Mage, James. He isn't all-powerful like he wishes, but he has enough power to hide things and manipulate situations."

I shot a confused glance towards Nova, who waited until Ryker was finished speaking to chime in. “Manipulation is mental magic. Kind of like Diana’s coercion.” Her eyes became tight around the corners, “Jameson’s ability to make himself look like other people is also a form of manipulation because he’s not truly becoming that person. He’s only tricking your mind into seeing them. Transfiguration is where you become that person. To the rest of the world you look like them. Hell, you even take on their scent.” Sterling stalked into the room twirling one of Regina’s necklaces around his finger. “That means Atticus Morningstar could be anyone, anywhere, at any time.”

It all seemed like a confusing mess, but there had to be a way to sort it all out and find the person responsible for all of this, responsible for what he had become. He laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and passing through what memories he had of that time. James remembered a dark room, a cold metal bed, lots of needles, a lot of intense burning pain, and someone always nearby. He had tried every way imaginable to remember that person. James had tried drugs, some legal and some not so legal. He had tried hypnotism, meditation, but nothing had proved effective. The face of the man who made him into the beast he was today refused to surface to the light.

The sound of rattling chains filled the basement as he tried to free himself, looking like he wanted to protect his master from me, the enemy. I shrank back in fear of both James and the beast. “Why did you do such a stupid thing?” he reprimanded me with a growl and a glare. “You had done a terrible job. What will you do if that creature is found by the royal pack or the werewolf committee?!” He lunged toward me and grabbed my neck, stopping the air from entering my lungs. “J-James...” I struggled to free myself. He had a magic amulet with him, and my magic would be of no use to him.

Wells led us to the room where experimental animals were placed. This time, the chosen experimental animals were two rabbits. After drinking our potions, the rabbits showed some improvement in their injuries, matching the effects of the basic blue potion. This confirmed our previous speculation: Haydn didn't have my special talent, and I had to wear the magic necklace to create extraordinary potions. Dr. Wells regretted that Bella's talent couldn't be replicated. However, from today onwards, he planned to closely monitor Bella's study of medical knowledge, ensuring she became a qualified pharmacist and not wasting her talent.

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.