Y/n pov:
I sit in my common room in the training room as I feel my metal arm shift and mold itself into a new shape. When it finishes it looks like a cannon with a curved extendable blade on one side.
I look at it amazed before aiming at a training dummy and it fires a blue ball of plasma that obliterates the dummy and I notice that I barely felt the strength of the kickback from the shot as it molds back into my hand.
((A/N short one while I work on the next chapter of the book) )
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death's right hand: The Death Bringer
FanfictionA Hermione x shape shifting male reader story. what if there was a fifth house in hogwarts that was created by the most feared individual in wizard history, no not voldemort but someone or something else created by death themselfs, but since then n...