Blue Harry Potter House Novels & Stories

POV: Harper You know, While they were in college, they had always talked about our future and how we would love to live after college. I had no idea that Liam paid attention to the details I have about my preferences and the type of house I love to live with my family. His house is built just like I described do many years ago. it has a garden at the back of the house with benches to sit and let the fresh hair with the scent of flowers fill your senses. It's painted all white, with a touch of blue and black to make it look more masculine and mature. There are trees and flowers all around the house, just like I've always wanted. I was sitting in a room that is no different from the way I'd de

“Susi will take the house certificate and all proof of vehicle ownership. There's an intruder in the main house, sir." "Dammit. She is a parasite who took advantage of her position as my papa's second wife." An emotional Harry immediately walked towards the door and opened his room then went down the stairs and took something from the private office. Many waiters stood waiting for orders. The bodyguards who were ready with their respective weapons he placed in front of his bedroom door to guard Anna, while he asked two bodyguards to escort him to the main house. Harry could not remain silent, allowing others to enter the main house which was built painstakingly by his father and mother. Seve

“So, these are the best colors.” And who am I to argue with such flawless logic? This isn’t a Muggle house, after all. We matched the rest of the house to those colors, and the mantelpiece in the living room even boasts a Gryffindor crest because the red and gold reminded us of the common room.

The boy nods in reply then are dragged by his father back to the cold mansion. Harry is presently sixteen and he is running an important role to support the Lilacs house. From business to innovation he builds it all with his own hand. He just finished his latest project that is to build train rails in order to encourage peoples to travel further and surrounds the world. It is a very successful operation and he received tons of honours from many Kingdoms in the Z world. The world where zombies reside. It is spring and colourful flowers hordes on the ground waiting to be swept by the maids... Although the weather is nice, Harry still feels empty...like a blank piece of paper searching for colo

Having a private property patrolled by actual wolves, like we do for our pack territories, would cause quite a few heads to turn, I’m sure. The guards wave us through when the gate fully opens after they check our IDs. Daddy drives his classic black Ferrari down the long road that leads up to the council’s mansion. It is a beautiful, traditional Victorian mansion, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. A full five stories in navy, black and cream. A large wrap around porch is the most prominent feature in the front and it spans the entire width of the building along the first, second and third floors. It is a grand, rambling style house, almost as if they added onto it as the years progres

And all of us, from old to young, know the game just got infinitely more complicated. I add the Old Man’s name to the board. The black ink bleeds slightly into the white surface, like it knows it belongs there. “Is there anything else we know?” I ask, scanning the room. Uncle John shifts his weight. His voice drops half a tone. “Yes. The last property ever registered to Harry’s name is the old ghost house on the south side of Sea Cliff.” He pauses. The words hit like a blunt object. The house where everything took place. That house.

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

In fact, thinking about it, the blame was more on his mind, which couldn't disconnect from the woman who, at that moment, he imagined was sleeping like an angel in a luxurious room in that same property. After consuming half of the water in his glass in a single gulp, Harry walked into the main living room of the house and walked around, paying more attention to the details of the decoration for the first time. The furniture was modern and light, and some spotlights, which stayed on even at night, had been strategically positioned to highlight works of art, such as paintings, sculptures, and a few picture frames showing Kath and people he obviously didn't know.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.