Cerita Fantasi Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It felt like I was a page ripped out from one story and forcefully pasted in your book of life. Mom brought storybooks of princesses and prince, angels, demons, mermaids, fairies, magic and whatnot to make me believe that magic exists. And like Cinderella, one-day Kirito will come to my place and take me away to a huge castle and angels would guide our way forever.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

He pulled Grainne's hand and said, "Mom, let's go to the contest then! Harry already knows what to draw today!" Grainne asked: “Is that so? So what is Harry going to draw today?" Harry shook his head, raised his hand to his mouth, and snorted, then said mysteriously, "It's a secret, mom will find out soon enough!" In the final contest, the children participating in the contest tried to show their imagination, drawing all kinds of fantasy fairy drawings.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

He was still carrying Harry, however, he later left Harry to stand on his own after he sat down on the sofa. Something came to Harry's mind, and because he was so excited to share the news, he stood in front of Kendrick and said, “Dada, the other day momma took me out, I saw a very beautiful lady. She was just like a fairy!”. “A fairy? Fairies don't exist, son”. Kendrick simply said to Harry. “But- but, the lady was so beautiful like a fairy, Dada! And, she seems pitiful to me. Though, I didn't say anything to her”. Harry announced with a sad look on his adorable face.

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope chuckled softly. “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” Anya sat up straighter, her face animated. “I dreamed I was a princess in a giant castle made of candy! And you were my fairy godmother with wings that sparkled like diamonds!” Penelope laughed, brushing a stray curl from Anya’s forehead. “A fairy godmother? That sounds magical. Did I grant you any wishes?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Yes! You gave me a flying unicorn and a crown made of jelly beans!”