Acid Pops Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The whole room went dead silent. Everyone just stared at each other. I ignored them. I scanned the room and saw Finn, completely out of it, slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed. His handsome, stern face looked dark and hard to read in the dim lights of the room. I walked over and helped him up. His arm pressed down on my shoulder, the weight nearly making me stumble. That familiar Tom Ford cologne mixed with the smell of whiskey hit me, and for a second, I felt a little dazed.

Hester was fast asleep when Harry hacked into her phone, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “What are you writing?” I whispered. He grinned. “An apology.” I watched as he typed a post from her account: "I want to sincerely apologize for the false pictures of Sienna Brooks. I acted out of jealousy and malice, and I deeply regret it. Sienna is a wonderful woman who deserves respect, and I hope people can forgive me for what I did." I snorted. “Too nice.” Harry chuckled. “Alright, how about this?” He tweaked it slightly before hitting Post. Once it was done, I moved out Harry, taking one final glance at Hester with contentment flowing through me and then I and Harry ran out, chuckling in chi

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

I couldn’t help but snort as he dropped into a squat, popped back up, and spun in a circle—repeating the motion over and over, his hands held out in front of him like he was gripping an invisible pole. “What in the world are you doing?” Artemis frowned, leaning forward to study him better. I closed my laptop, giving in—there was no way I’d get work done now, not when Apollo looked this ridiculous. “You look silly, Uncle Handsome!” Summer giggled, and I burst out laughing right along with her. “Are you… pooping?” Artemis guessed. Apollo rolled his eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. “Does anyone poop standing up and spinning?” he snapped.

ah! There is another way to make me believe that the man is Hayden. That is by changing appearance! I am not the one exposed to the alchemy potion. But the man was! Hayden makes him drink a potion that changes his appearance to look like Hayden! Like the polyjuice potion in Harry Potter! Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner? Oh, of course, because I'm stupid! Amazingly stupid! 'When the potion's effect wears off, he'll return to his original physical form. That's why he is gone and his black hair also turned blonde,'

“Easy baby.” “You are mine.” Charles growled causing her to chuckle. “Yes babe, I am yours.” She moaned to him as he lifted her and walked into a room. Hasik and Apollo took there seat at the table waiting. It didn’t take to long for the lovers to emerge. “All done lover boy.” Apollo chuckled. He was stopped as the witch held up a finger. Her magic constricting his breath. “That is for us.” She snapped letting him go. Apollo apologized as he fixed himself and sitting at the table properly. “Now when do we start the war.”

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

Panic swelled within me as I glanced back at the unconscious Apollo. Please Pick up, pick up,

I slide my fingers through the puddle and manage to get about a tablespoon’s worth in one swipe. The guys are still bickering when I return. I reach past Kian and turn my fingers over above the open mason jar. The sap plops right off my skin into the potion. A ripple passes through the air. Something invisible to the naked eye, but potent nonetheless—a wave of magic as the potion completes. “See,” I tell them with a snarky grin, “the trouble with you assholes is you always need a plan. When the real answer is, just do it.”

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”