Blaise Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

Harry and Leo toured Disneyland like age mates, screaming and jumping whenever they saw the Disney characters in real life. Leo's favorite was the beast, and he kept trying to engage in a fight with him. “Come on boy, don't be a modern day Gaston, relax and you'll get Belle”, Harry said to the little man. Harry's favorite character was Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. She was all over the place, throwing belittling insults at everyone that she could and surging laughter from the crowd.

Alec was the only one keeping me sane because he was just being normal from everybody else. "So what are we watching?" my captain asked as she plopped down on Quinn's bed. "Got these new 4k Bluray copies of Harry Potter series," Quinn said, showing the stack of movie cases in her hands as she stood by the edge of her bed. I glanced at Bailey at the other side of the room. She was sitting on the couch, just watching us silently. "Bailey, do you want to see the whole series tonight?" I tried to pull her into our conversation.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip