Albatross Harry Potter Novels & Stories

There is only one the person that she can run to when she is troubled like this. “Oh? What is wrong, Little Bird?” the Centaur cook asked as she just finished preparing breakfast. “Is bad, Mama! Is bad!” the Harpy said with the same high energy she had as she entered. “What is bad?” the Centaur cook asked, feigning ignorance. “Pretty Human! Is Pretty Human!” The Harpy is practically jumping up and down with a distraught expression. “What happened to your friend?” the Centaur cook asked, still pretending that she has not heard about what is happening yet. She had to humor the Harpy.

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

The princess curtseyed before the Lord at the head of the table, "Lord Easton of the Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy Clan, I presume? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Lord's eyes never left Seraphina, and she felt as though this harpy could strip away every lie and peer into her very soul… at least the way he was looking at her. This was the stripping gaze of an inquisitive and respected Owl Harpy. Under King Easton's, Seraphina felt far too transparent, and it made her a little uncomfortable.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

Her panic attack was causing her major issues and she was getting lightheaded. "Go sit down Sophia. I don't want to catch you and kill you inadvertently," Atlas mumbled. Sophia made her way to the couch and promptly fainted. Atlas continued to think about what spell Vincent could have used and thought that his adopted brother Hoka would be the perfect person as he was an ocean nymph and a highly skilled necromancer. Unfortunately, he was in Hawaii. He could look up the counter spell but figured he was far from an expert at welding the gifts he carried.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

She let out a loud laughter, drawing everyone's attention towards our direction. “Ohh my God!” Sable yelled out. “Ohh my God this bird looks like a clown.” She mumbled out, pointing into the air. Ysoria who had turned towards our direction, moved her gaze as well to the direction where Sable had pointed. “That's an Atlantic puffin, stop acting like an illiterate.” Ysoria mumbled out, looking away almost immediately. Sable shrugged her shoulders before heaving out loudly. “Well, that was close.” She whispered before leaning into my chest. I froze for a second, my heart beat tripping up. She'd been on my chest all along, but didn't lean into it. This was different, she got to listen to my hear

Harry chortled. “But I gotta say, never seen anyone fight like that before. I mean, is she an assassin or something? How about one of those 'monster' mercenaries? Weren’t they supposed to be modern ninjas or something? Everyone's literally staring at her though but I mean, who wouldn’t?” Alastor rambled as he scratched his head bashfully, still amazed by what he saw. Then he noticed his friends staring at him. “What?” Alastor asked. “Oh no, Mr. Nyx,” Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!”

And suddenly, they're there, in front of a shady building, with a man standing in front, a dragon tattoo wrapped around his neck. "Nice, she'd fetch a good price," the man comments, looking at Ariadne in a way that makes her stomach sink. "F*ck off," Ariadne growls, causing the dark man to smirk. "Forget what I said. She'd fetch an astronomical price with that bark," the man continues. "Lotta Alphas like that. I know Harry does." Ariadne's ears buzz. She knows that name. She has heard it somewhere, but it's not the name that she's looking for.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.