Harry Potter Fox Romane & Geschichten

Ink walks over to me asking if I was okay, I smile thanking him where he shakes his head. "I should be the one thanking you, you helped me get out of a situation where I'd probably be in to the day I died" he smiles, I mean I didn't do much I just knew what was best for him "oh I got you this, back when we had our first conversation you mentioned something about mice drinking milk, so I thought I'd buy you a book" he smiles, handing me a little book with a mouse on the front, I can't believe he remembered that was so long ago. He picks Amelia up telling me he wanted to show her a cool fish tank, while I flip through the book, once I find the answer I turn to look at Blake.

“Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more line, the door swung open. “Stay away from my stuff,” she hissed, snatching the book from me. “Your stuff? Really? I scoffed. “I and Lucas found it, so how is it yours to keep? I added. She sighed, rubbing her temples “look, just stay away from it. Some secrets are best left buried,” she said, her eyes narrowed, drawing closer. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then a dead, heavy silence descended. I tried understanding the warning but the image of the nine-tailed fox couldn’t leave my head. “ So vampires re

It soon morphed into realization. "The Potter boy?" "Ay. One of the items, the one wheezing colored smoke, had the color of the smoke change while Lord Ravenclaw was removing the… 'thing' from the lad's head. It went back to its normal color after he applied the phoenix's tear." Auror Moody said. His magic eye had caught the change of color in the smoke that the silver knick-knack was producing. He didn't say anything at the time to not alert the not involved people. Director Bones nodded at her Auror, and barked an order.

It looked so beautiful on her. "Why is the Fox there?" She had asked when she saw the drawings. "He is my last spirit beast," "You haven't introduce him to me," "I can't," "Why?" "He doesn't have skin like Ice Fang, Fire or Windy. He only shows when I am angry, very angry and that's only in his spirit form." "Why is the Fox like that?" "To be sincere I don't know Vala, I can't really remember and the only one who is in a better position to tell me is my late mother, but she is gone."

"Why the hell are you all glaring at me? I can't afford another mad hound going feral in my territory." A short chuckle slips from Darren, and like dominoes, the tension cracks. The others laugh - lightly , nervously. Even Alessia smiles. But I don't. Not yet. It's obviously the first time Derek reacts visibly rattle. Alessia steps closer, her voice quieter. "What is a Kitsune? Really?" I turn to her slowly. My gaze drifts back to Raven, her breathing shallow, the book still on her chest. "The Nine-Tail Fox," I say.

It was coming from the outside, the front of the cabin. I opened the front door, rushing through, while White struggled to wiggle himself through. I stopped when I was met with a completely horrifying sight. Hazel was writhing in pains on the ground, beside a small fire place. She seemed to be... smaller, this time. This was the Hazel I first met. I looked beside her to see some empty bottles of an unidentified potion. A pungent smell was coming out from them and I scrunched up my nose. I looked up at White, who seemed to have seen this so many times before. He wasn't making any move to help her out. Seems like this was what she meant when she told me of the youth potion she bought from a fo

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Trainee 031 perks her head up at the one thing she can actually relate to and curtly replies "a fox" "Precisely, a hollow fox modified to be an aurum. Aurums are people with very strong power and not every single one of them is nice." The man continued talking and Trainee 031 wasn't sure if she should scold herself for not being interested in what they were telling her.