Bleach Harry Potter Crossover Novels & Stories

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

She was happy. “Goodbye, Justin Hayder.” Hayley uttered as she pulled out a dagger and stabbed him. Justin moaned, he felt the pain of the dagger in his belly, he stared at Hayley with pity-filled eyes. “No!” Janeka said stretching her hand forward as she ran towards Justin. They used their magic to travel so fast but they were not fast enough because the deed had been done. Hayley glanced at them and she stabbed him again, they were almost close when the oak tree absorbed him, it gave off a bright gold light and they shielded their faces falling to their knees.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

She muttered as she placed the herb mixture into the chalice. She then took the knife with her hand closing her eyes. She began to chant quietly, the words so soft and mumbled if someone was listening they wouldn't be sure if she was talking at all. She then grasped the knife and slashed her palm. Blood flowed from her hand into the chalice. As her blood hits the herbs and crystals the lights in the bathroom shut off. A glow came from the chalice that lit up the bathroom. A purple color smoke came up and wrapped around the mirror. Kristen leaned into it, her own reflection twisting and changing. Kristen's brown hair was replaced with soft golden blond and her eyes darken to brown. Lydia was

Blake Perspective As I slowly open my eyes, the tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee wafts into my nostrils. My blurred vision reveals a bustling kitchen where pots and pans clatter and clink in a harmonious symphony. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, and a soothing voice assures me I’ll be alright. The gentle touch and comforting words instantly eased the pounding headache and queasy stomach that plagued me after a wild night of drinking. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes lock on Hermione, who appears to be on the brink of collapsing.

I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the bloodroot in the pouch along with a knife. “What in the Harry Potter... Is the ceiling moving?!” She shrieks. I chuckle, “It's depicting our galaxy as it moves in real-time.” She blinks in astonishment, then her face contorts into a mask of guilt. “What’s wrong?” I ask in concern.

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

I scream, clutching my belly and bringing my glow to the surface in warning. A few of them step back. Nobody wants to mess with the crazy hybrid. A glass vial smashes over my head, hitting the large metal wall behind me. Looking up, I watch the fluid from the vial slowly drip down the smooth surface, its purplish tinge oxidizing into a bloodish brown color as it hisses and steams its way down the wall. I don’t know what that spell does when it hits flesh, and based on the smell, I don’t want to know.

"By the way, you know the babies, Selene and Luna… they carry three marks: Witch, Werewolf, and Healer. We only just noticed. They’ll be a force to be reckoned with.” “They’ll be strong and powerful,” Blaze said, nipping at my earlobe, “just like their mama.” His touch had me melting again, and though I protested, I wanted him just as much. We gave in, losing ourselves in each other once more. His thrusts were more gentle this time, until we both reached our orgasms and I relished in the feel of his seed spilling inside me. Later, bathed and dressed in my battle gear, I fastened my boots with steady hands. We’d received word: Halo had been found. Today, she would pay. I knew Holly and Elda’s

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.