Blue Harry Potter House Novels & Stories

“Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!” Abby frantically tried to explain herself, but Harriet looked very displeased at her presence and snapped at her in a low, terrifying voice. "Insolent. Who are you to enter someone's room without permission? Get out of here and never set foot in this house again." Harriet was very surprised when she opened her eyes. Slowly her vision, which had been pitch black, showed a dim picture of her room. But she was even more surprised when she saw a black silhouette reaching toward the wooden box that contained the Philosopher's Stone.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

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.

However, my hunger makes things worse for me. "Okay, Harry, we can go to your house." I agreed with his suggestion. He resided in a lavish four-bedroom condo. Although his house is smaller than Samuel's, I still adore it. It evokes feelings of familiarity. I was able to walk into the hallway once he unlocked the front door. "Harry, your home is stunning." I turned to face the hallway's interior. "Scarlet, you can change your clothes." "Clothes? However, I do not have an extra dress." I looked at him in confusion.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

Terrick and Annex shift back into their human form. The house is not so big but pleasant. It is painted white, and the front porch is big enough to build another house on. Stepping in to the house without knocking. The living room looks big. Looking around you'll find potions on shelves, a pot which looks like its boiling something inside. Standing not so far is a witch with hair as white as snow, with green eyes, her body looks like any model's.

my uncle said bashfully. "Hey, I'm such a good influence; how dare you badmouth me?” I continued to banter with my uncle until we entered the hall. The house was tastefully decorated, with lots of windows that made it feel very fresh and relaxing. When I saw the military personnel guarding the entrance and some patrolling the yard, I thought the place would look like a military camp, but even though the house has a gym and training room, it gave me a very homey feeling. I was positive I would enjoy my 3 month stay here.

Stepping up the steps, stepping over the threshold and entering the yard, Charles looked around and let out a sigh. Just looking at this house, you can also see that the Perkin family was also a big family home and has a lot of background. This kind of building is more like an ancestor upload. Now there are few houses that can preserve such a good building with a large area. . "Wow, my big goose swing is still there." Entering the yard, Cassandra let go of her father's hand and ran towards the swing under the tree. Harry looked at his daughter and thought to himself, the last time he came to White City, Stacy took them out under the pretext that he should have come here, where she knew all t

The place was breathtaking—marble floors shone under the glow of chandeliers, velvet drapes framed floor-to-ceiling windows, and an expensive scent of aged wood and leather filled the air. She turned to Harry, eyes wide. “You call this abandoned?” Harry shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he shut the door behind them. “No one lives here.” Ivy scoffed, stepping further inside, her fingers brushing against the polished railing of a grand staircase. “Right. Because all abandoned houses come with fresh flowers and a fully stocked bar.” Harry smirked, watching her take it all in. “Let’s just say… my father never liked the idea of true abandonment. He keeps things in order, just in case.”