What Animal Did James Potter Turn Into Novels & Stories

But she seemed not to hear any word. “AAAAHHHHHOOOOO!” His eyes widen when her next scream sounded howl at the end. It went weaker until it faded as her strength started to withdraw. The hairs on her body started to grow and turned to fur. Until the child, he was holding turned into a puppy. It was pure black, too dark, and shiny. “Wof! Wof!” She started coughing blood and taking deep breaths. Once he lifted his head around, Zild was already looking at the puppy in his arms.

He smiled. I looked over at Deirdre and found her playing around with her food. She didn’t even try to hide how displeased she was at her father and his antics. “That’s…” I shrugged. “Well, ever since that day, has he turned back into an animal?” “No, but they do believe me because they saw the wound. Only an animal can make something like that, and they know it. He’s been adamant about changing into his abominable form ever since, but it’s only a matter of time.”

I hoped my voice sounded steadier than I felt because internally, terror consumed me. Several guards shifted uncomfortably and one actually stepped farther away from me then hope flickered faintly inside me. Maybe this could work. Suddenly, the leader laughed then he tilted his head slightly. “You won’t do it" he said. I froze. “What?” “You heard me. If your blood truly affects wolves that strongly, then you know exactly what would happen after you started bleeding" he said, his eyes narrowing sharply. My mouth went dry instantly. Damn him. He saw through me.

She spoke in a tone full of grief, "For example, transmutation." I didn't know. But the well-informed Aaron obviously knows this thing, and his face was unprecedentedly serious. "A spell that can turn a beta into an alpha, an omega into a beta, and even catalyzes the evolution of a half-wolf into a complete werewolf." "That's right." Saying these words seemed to drain Susan's energy, and her tone became even grimmer.

I shielded my eyes from the intense light, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination. As the light subsided, I blinked my eyes to dispel the spots dancing before my eyes, my gaze focusing on the transformed figure of Jasmine. She lay on the floor, her body bathed in otherworldly light, her face softened by an ethereal aura. There was something about Jasmine's transformation that spoke of ancient magic and the power of heaven flowing in her veins. A pure power far beyond anything I had ever encountered. But then, to my surprise, Jasmine's form changed once more. Her body shimmered and twisted until it turned into a small grayish puppy. A sight that stunned me for a moment.

Not wasting time, I closed my eyes and said the last prayer for Thomas while casting the spell on him. He turned confused, “What are you doi-” too late for him, he disappeared from my body and I lowered my face to see a little bush rat looking up at me with cute eyes, cute face. I made him cute so that other mighty bush rats will consider taking him in as a family. Thomas squealed, releasing a sharp shrill cry. I gave him a gentle smile before waving my hand. At the moment, I felt my wolf stirring inside of me, like someone wanted to mind link with me.

"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."

It was up to him how to make it work once we failed. At that moment, all the fur on my skin started to drop to the ground. And the shape of my wolf started to shift back to my human form. It means that the production of the serum and my idea of mixing it with heavy rain works. Mr. James flashed in my direction. But the distance between us was enough for his dense fur to turn bald. His colossal size also returned to his old self. He stumbled and shoved his face to the flooded ground a few times. Until I could sense nothing left inside him but his human side. I walked toward him on his behalf. Then I hold onto his head and punched him in the face, not just once, twice, or thrice, but hundreds

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

Her fingers elongated as fur replaced flesh. James looked at her with an evil grin. "You are truly my daughter," he said before dropping her to the floor. James took a series of steps- completing his transformation. Now standing just shy of nine feet tall, he brandished taloned claws. At his feet, a pool of torn fabric settled.