Alfred Enoch Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

He really is a professor! [Oh my god! He's Professor Alfred Hatz from the psychology research institution! He’s a top-tier figure in the field of psychology. I'm so sorry, Professor. I shouldn't have made fun of you.] Due to the multitude of responses to Alfred's post, it quickly rose to the top. When Chloe awakened in the evening and read the post, her eyes glowed. She had tried to get an appointment with Alfred but had failed to get one. Little had she expected Alfred to reach out of his own accord. She found this strange, but she did not have time to ponder over it right now. She immediately contacted Alfred and arranged to meet him tomorrow.

"Is there anything I don't know about you?" Alice rolled her eyes. She was sure her husband had done his homework on what she liked and enjoyed. Besides, Alice knew not everyone loved Harry Potter as much as she did. "Well, I don't care how you knew. Once again, thank you for bringing me here." "Do you really like Harry Potter?" Alice nodded, laughing broadly. "Yes, I really, really love it. Don't you?" Ashton shook his head. While in the attraction, he had been clueless because he didn't know anything about it.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Anything" Abel was trying to slide down from his mom's embrace, Eva saw this and put him down, I kneen down so I can have the same height as little Abel. "Anything you want" "Will you read for me then?" Abel asked while looking at me with that puppy eyes, how can I say no? "Of course, I will, but what you want me to read?" I asked while patting his head. "HARRY POTTER" Oh, look like we have another Potterhead in the family.

Catherine led her to other rooms, the ceremonial rooms, the pack meeting room that contained the alpha’s throne room which she only pointed to her from outside as it was locked and other rooms which she took no interest to know what they stood for. “Who are those?” Eleanor asked pointing to the portrait of a man and a woman with a little boy in between them. They were all smiles. “That is the formal Alpha and Luna, Alpha Arthur’s parents. And that is him, the little boy.” Eleanor took a step closer. She started briefly into the picture portrait. “He looked sensible when younger…what about his parents, they don’t stay in this house with him?” “They are dead.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t t

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

Althea greeted me at the door, holding their daughter. “Killian, how nice to see you, come in, Morpheus will be done in a minute.” Althea was a tiny woman, slightly Asian looking with these knowing, and understanding green eyes. She was always warm and welcoming. Their daughter resembled her mostly holding Morpheus’s skin tone. “Killian, how can I help you?” Morpheus said gesturing for us to go into the living room. “We may have a problem. I may have a problem.” I answer sitting across from him and rubbing my hands across my face.

Henry nodded. Kou was confused and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you two, are you even talking? What are you, some kind of mind reader? Are you two psyhopaths?" "Psychics! It's psychic!" Henry corrected Kou protested, "That's what I said. Physics! Even Megumi doesn't know what you're saying!" "Hey, Physics' a subject." "It's not the same?" Henry shakes his head and said, "No." Yui ignored us and continued walking... Kou asked persistently, "Henry's a what? Megumi?"

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.