Blue Harry Potter House Novels & Stories

"It is a favorite property of mine, mostly because of the shield around it. You see, the house is completely detached from the rest of the world, in a little space I like to call the bubble. There is no problem moving out, but a certain level of magical skill is required to move in. Needless to say, this place is completely inaccessible to your filthy kind." The last comment had been clearly uttered to provoke her. However, the plan fell flat. There was no sign that jab had affected Belinda, or that she had even made the connection that she was the filthy kind he was referring to. Rather, she nodded, taking another look at her surroundings. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary ab

It also includes in-house jacuzzi that is located near the terrace. Harry's reaction was the main highlight of the activity. He's face was contorted as the agent spit the prize. "Miss Siren, sorry if I gonna ask this, but why would you want to buy such a property? Don’t you already own some mansions and residential manors?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Huge houses are beautiful to look at. But when you get to live there, you'll find it empty, cold and scary." I say. The guy nodded by hearing her words.

“I’ll come back another day.” “I insist,” she pressed, reaching out to grab my wrist. “Please, wait. I’ll make you a drink.” I felt incredibly uncomfortable beneath her gaze, but it seemed as though I didn’t have a choice. Finally, I nodded, although I kept my gaze averted. “Alright. I’ll wait.” She led me into the lavish house where I had only set foot a few times since Harry had bought it. It was the very definition of squandering money, from gold-accented railings to marble sculptures. It was garish and opulent, and, frankly, ugly.

So the two decided to go home, but Harry suggested for them to go to his bachelor pad nearby a few blocks away from the DRI instead and she later agreed. His bachelor pad was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his mother. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light bareness, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. She

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

“Dad… I’m here,” Swara exclaimed loudly, the moment she entered their house. It was not as big as Knight Mansion, because Knight Mansion, or better to say palace, was a real palace. However, Harry and Aadhira’s new house was perfect in every means. Harry, who was in the kitchen, came out, after hearing her voice. He saw her standing near the entrance and was looking around. “Here is my girl…,” Harry said while opening his arms, on which Swara with a wide grin ran towards him and gave him a tight hug.

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe

"You brought them here which saves the day although it didn't save our blood. I hope you know now that this house isn't ordinary." "Exciting! I heard from my grannies that this house is the safest place in Plandreas." "Yes, because this house... is like a spellbook itself." I sip some chocolate and clack the spoon on the cup thrice, the lights blacked out for a blink and after that, the mess and blood stains on the floor and on our clothes are gone and groomed. "Far better than your toys." "That's magic, not technology."