Bowtruckles Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She didn't want to enjoy his company that much. Pretty pimpled boy? He scoffed. Of all cliché names she could find, but then he was fighting a smile every two minutes, he felt, relaxed. They had a name already, it was an annoying one but he didn't mind. He whistled his way into the kitchen singing aloud "Beautiful by one direction" and took out his lunch from the fridge. He almost jumped out of his skin when Brooke shouted "Harry Potter" out of nowhere "What the hell Brooklyn!!!, I almost had a heart attack" he held a hand to his heart, fake gasping for breath

They decided that they should just make the existing spell stronger and use several witches and warlocks together to do it. I smiled as they all surrounded the house and placed the spell. The simple act felt comforting to me until we heard a scream coming from the coat closet in the living room. Zach opened the door and pulled the dark warlock out of the house, then stabbed him in the heart with an ice dagger that had been laying close by. Well, at least now I know the spell is working.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 30th, 1992, 9:51 AM - Monday He then stored the mokeskin pouch in an inside pocket of his robes. Erik then did the same with the cup and the locket, storing them inside his mokeskin pouch and putting it inside an internal pocket inside his blazer. "So, Mr. Croaker, what do you want to do about the disembodied soul of Tom Riddle?"