Adrian Pucey Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"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'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.

she asked, putting the towel down. "I don’t know what to say." I exhaled the smoke, feeling the tension leave my muscles. "I’d rather you not keep reminding me. I already know all the facts. And besides his visit to Adeline, I haven’t seen him in a week. Right now, I need to focus on what’s more important." I took another long puff. "But besides our efforts with Project Patronus, you’ve now involved the Heir of Slytherin." I looked at her, shocked. "Did you just reference Harry Potter?"

He does this same thing up until he reaches the fire prince himself. Within his left hand is a jar and it shakes in an erratic manner. This catches the eyes of the headmaster and he propels his hand over the body of Troy. The headmaster grins at what he feels. The color of his power changes from the dim purple to black. A voice of excitement reaches his throat. “Ah, this is the one, the Fray’s boy.” Quickly, the man latches his hand along the lid of the dark jar and twists it open. He sets the top of the jar down on the stone table and then teaches his hand within the jar. A long serpent wraps around his arm. One that has black scales and is faceless. Long and tired blue orbs look back at Ad

"Yeah, and I'm Parseus so get to talking before I behead you." "Actually, it's Persues," Adrian corrected, "and I feel like my likeness to him is more fitting in this situation. Aside from his heroics, he was notoriously handsome. Although, you my love, are a dead ringer for Athena herself." "Indeed," Abe chuckled. "Ah enough you two! Can you be serious for one goddamn minute?"

My eyes wonder seeing different types of creature our age and some who look too old to be in school, teachers perhaps. In front of us was a warlock, you could tell because he had a broomstick and a cauldron he had on the side of himself, he read “The Mystery of Potions By Anges Light Heart” one of the most top witches in Utopia. If I'm correct she is actually one of the founders of Utopia High, meaning he himself could go there also. Studying for potions if I’m correct. His head went straight up freeing my gaze upon him, his green cat like eyes stared only to bring his dilated eyes up and down making me more uncomfortable.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

he almost cries, but manages to hold it together but turns placing his hand on his head, I make sure to look down so he wouldn't know I can hear his conversation. "I still don't get why, yeah he crashed the car with them inside it but that don't mean he goes to the police" Aidan says, basically talking to himself, trying to figure out why he would do it "you know I've got your back, so I'll get in contact with a mate of mine, he sells houses up in the hills and as we're mates he'll probably give me a discount" Aidan explains, pulling his phone out probably to call that friend of his, Aidan actually seems like a loyal friend, if he wasn't one of Anthony buddies, I would probably want a friend

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

His voice wavered, but he tried to sound firm. Harry let out a low, amused chuckle. "Never." Adrian’s eyes darted to the wheelchair parked outside the door, then back to Harry. "I thought you were crippled…" Harry tilted his head, his smirk widening. "I guess I'm full of surprises."