Blue Harry Potter House Novels & Stories

Ryan asks me, arching a brow. I give him a dismissive look and turn back to the bartender. “I’m looking for a property nearby. I need to speak to the owners.” I give the bartender the details Sarah told me–how the house was two stories high and painted white with yellow shutters. How there were two large barns with horses, cows, pigs, and sheep. How the couple that ran the group home grew pumpkins, etc. The bartender nods, leaning an elbow on the bar. “Aye, well, you’ll be looking for the Havisfield property, then.”

"Dad, can you let me run the World Cup book this year?" Sophie Bell's voice was sweet, but her ambition was impossible to hide. The huge living room went quiet the moment she said it. Everyone knew why. The World Cup brought global traffic, and for the Foster family, it was the most important six-month revenue line of the year. Whoever controlled that book was, by default, the next core heir of the family business. My father held an unlit cigar between his fingers and looked at her with helpless indulgence.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

Getting out of the car, Herb looked at the house and whistled. "Are you sure this dame's not a real witch?" he said. Herb's wife shushed him. "What kind of a question is that?" "A good one. Just look at this place." The old iron gate around the property's dying lawn creaked when he pushed on it, and a winding path of broken stones led up to the tall, dark house with Gothic turrets and staring windows. You'd basically have to be a witch to move in here, he thought. The realtor was probably even running some kind of witch special: "Extra large broom closets, new cauldron included with down payment," that kind of thing.

“You look beautiful.” Harrison kissed Sara on the cheek before placing his hand on the small of her back. He guided her toward the front door of his parents’ home, which in Sara’s estimation, looked rather like the front door to a castle. His parents’ place was huge. She’d heard that the Thorntons’ house was palatial, but when they’d driven up the endless driveway to the house perched on a hill overlooking the lake, her breath had left her body. The house was an older Victorian with a wrap-around porch and painted a dark blue, sensible yet pretty at the same time. Sara had no idea how many rooms this place had—ten? or more? The front yard consisted of steps trailing up to the front door, whi

By the time I reached the living room, my parents were already waiting for me. “Let’s go.” I said looking at my mom and we started to Harry’s house. It’s not that much far. It’s walkable distance from my home. We reached his house and got down of the car. It’s a big building with a great entryway which looked like aisle with grass on either side of it. Everyone there was already waiting for us. I saw Harry along with them. He looked like a gentleman in his expensive suit. Granny welcomed us and we went inside.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

I scolded myself and decided to go to sleep. The next day, Merry and I went to the house that Harry bought for her the first thing in the morning and when we got there, it was insanely quiet. The first time I stepped inside, I knew Harry was not here. He wouldn’t be able to reach this far place if he didn’t reach his motorbike which was at the beach house. I followed America all over the house and there was no sign of Harry. Where could he be?

Harry paused as the look in his eyes turned increasingly greedy. He took a step forward and stared at my parents, not holding back his words at all, "Besides, you promised me before that you'll give me this house. Transfer the house to my name right now, and I'll take good care of you. I'll cook and clean for you just like before. Otherwise, don't even think that I'll do anything for you!" "No way!" My father started yelling as he pointed at Harry's nose while trembling. "Sandra and I worked hard all our lives for this house. Why should we give it to you? You're just a liar, and we were blind to have accepted you as our godson!"