American House Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was the only one for miles with huge gates, my mouth slowly opens looking around the huge house, this must have been so expensive. We pull up the car where he types in a number, the gates immediately start to open slowly, I thought his house before was expensive and glam, that's nothing compared to this place. We pull up outside the house where we both sit for a second, Aidans friend does sell some elegant houses, well more like mansions.

and something else. Magic. I stiffened. My wolf surged. Ward spells. Subtle, but old magic, she growled. Why would this house need protection spells? I walked around the side of the house and ran my fingers along the wooden beams. There. A symbol, barely visible unless you were looking for it. Faded, but real. Not something humans used. Harper’s voice drifted from inside. “I’m just saying, she’s different. Be careful.” I didn’t wait to hear June’s reply.

From his phone, we found he had bipolar disorder and had been taking those meds. Hank felt a splitting headache. "Remind me, which unit does Dwayne live in again?" "401."

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!" I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

She can’t even remember now. Harry pulls up to a very lavish mansion. It could almost be a palace where the f*cking garden is arranged, with neat and trim hedges and ornate glass decor. There’s a dark infinity pool out front, and what the f*ck for? It’s only three inches deep. “We’re home,” Harry chirps, getting out of the car and opening the side door for Ariadne, “Hurry up now. Don’t dawdle.” Harry’s acting like a dad from the sixties with his chipper attitude. All he needs is some dockers.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

He laughed, keeping his head tilted so it held the phone while another limb arranged the sheaf of papers scattered in the main bedroom of his boss. "Nah! Seriously, can't trust that jerk!" "Alright, love, that's enough. I'll catch up with you later. Love you" 'Yeah, year. Love you too!" Saying so, Harry ended the call, before another string of curses on Aiden barged upon his head. Now, what specialty did this noon have was uneventful, for the lights were swished up and down with balloons, personally by the gardener, Jacob. Aiden had mentioned vacuuming twice, to a stunned Harry who knew how annoyed his master was by the whirring sound of that machine, and all the bathrooms were cleaned perso

"It's not perfect without the QED. I could swear I saw him with it that day from Mr. Hans' workshop. Without that Quantum Electrodynamics, how do you expect me to get you both upgraded to win the contest?" "We scanned the whole room," said the one with the short bub. "Yes," agreed the other. "We dusted every nook and cranny, and I'm positive it's not in that basement—" "But it has to be!" the boy interjected, notwithstanding the fact that his voice was raising. "He keeps his important stuffs there — I can swear he does. "And whose home is this?" he finally asked. Harry gasped back, closing the curtain and resting his back against the wall. They were silent for a nanosecond before saying, "It

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe