Acid Pops Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He informed all of us. “I hope you are not waiting for an invitation,” Set commented in his usual sarcastic tone. “Using the rape drug means that they knew that they were dealing with a wise one.” None of us had any idea what that meant, as we looked at Aaron for clarification. “The aphrodisiac dulls our power. Higher the impact of aphrodisiac, the lesser our powers,” he mumbled. “Now that is some Witch 101 buddy,” Draco remarked. “How to defeat a witch? Make them horny.”

If it weren't for the day before Henry came to him and asked him to be a witness in Louis' case, he wouldn't have died. Harry Johnson attended the Army School for six years, like Louis, he was an excellent student, however, until one day the chief's son, Alex Sison and Jacob Liquin joined the school. It was the end of his day when he was first exposed to the drug, the drug was compressed into a white pill smaller than a knuckle, but when taken in, it was extremely attractive, it made all depressions. His feelings were gradually relieved and he studied better and better. However, not long after that, something terrible happened, he started to have a craving for cigarettes and asked Jacob to g

She didn't want to enjoy his company that much. Pretty pimpled boy? He scoffed. Of all cliché names she could find, but then he was fighting a smile every two minutes, he felt, relaxed. They had a name already, it was an annoying one but he didn't mind. He whistled his way into the kitchen singing aloud "Beautiful by one direction" and took out his lunch from the fridge. He almost jumped out of his skin when Brooke shouted "Harry Potter" out of nowhere "What the hell Brooklyn!!!, I almost had a heart attack" he held a hand to his heart, fake gasping for breath

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Alice POV I was in shock when I saw Harry appear in front of me wearing ripped jeans. Adidas trainers and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt hugged his muscles showing of the perfection under the fabric. He put a baseball cap on and we walked out of the bedroom. We walked past the press unnoticed which made me happy. I don’t know how to react in front of them.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.