Chaser Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His attention snaps in my direction as soon as he smell my presence. "Thank Goddess you are back."He rush to me whole his eyes search for any injuries on my body. "I am fine Chase and there is still two minutes of your deadline."I smirk showing him my wrist watch. "Remarkable buy would you like to explain about this return gift you brought here?"He gestures behind me and the blood freezes in my body. Didn't Hercules say that he can be invisible if he wants then how does Chase see him? "What..do you..mean?"I make a silly attempt to act oblivious.

"You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game." I shrugged my shoulders at that. There is hardly anyone in this world that does not know about the marvelous series of Harry Potter and the miraculous and incredible elements the series has. The Potter Heads are acquainted with every minute detail shown in the stories to their very bones. And me being one of the hardcore Potter Head, gave out a light chuckle as soon as dad started with that. Snitch is a nosy little,

She looked at him when he said, "Tsk! Who would be so stupid to teach that to their student?" The man stopped walking and put the shakles on Revy's hand, who looked way too afraid to talk or even fight back. This man was her partner, Chaster Chaser. That's his code name. He was estimatedly 27 years old. Though that is only an estimation as personal information such as name, age, and gender are all highly classified information that even they, the members of the agency, have no permission to access.

He stared at me with the desperation of a child. “You were the final key,” he whispered. “My salvation.” “You were never salvation,” I said. “You were unfinished.” His jaw unhinged in a silent scream. Then Draco vanished. No explosion. No falling body. No dust of a corpse. Only silence. The fog evaporated, revealing the aftermath. Wolves crawled to their feet. Witches lifted their heads. The wind moved without whispering his name. Draco was gone. The magic drained from me like water leaving a broken cup. My knees buckled. My vision swam in darkness.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

Moving to the left I watched as his eyes followed me, but he made no move to stop. Jasper’s reverie was broken by the same guy he was with the day we watched Harry Potter, calling his name, seeing as his attention was no longer on me, I hurriedly packed my stuff and made my way out of the gym, but not without catching his eyes straying to me before I made it out the door.

Soon, the rabbit would no longer blink. Chase shook his head, muttering, “So cruel.” Startled, Harper froze, her face draining of color. Chase found her panic amusing. He smirked. “You get scared too? Guilty conscience?” Harper, still in shock, asked, “How did you get in here?” Chase stood tall, hands behind his back, exuding authority. “I’m a pharmaceutical tycoon, here to inspect your work.” Then he glanced at the rabbit and the chemicals, asking, “What exactly are you doing… sneaking around?”

He asks viciously. I fight hard to come up with an answer, but I don't find any proper justification. It's true that I fucking remember nothing. Why am I not able to answer him? "No matter how much you try, you would never manage to be me." He smirks as he circles me like a predator stalking his prey. "I am the real Christopher." He yells at me. "I am bloody Christopher Harris and you are nothing but a pathetic little worm who doesn't even know his own identity." His eyes grow darker with every sentence he directs at me.

Now I knew it just meant he was bored. I turned away deliberately and headed for the bar. "Champagne," I told the bartender. "Make that two." The voice came from behind me, smooth and confident. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel Alexander's presence like a cold wind. I took my champagne and turned slowly, meeting his eyes with complete indifference. "Do I know you?" I asked, though of course he'd just watched me walk away from his conversation range. His smile widened slightly, intrigued. "I don't believe we've met. Alexander Sterling."

Val has to be the trophy daughter and marry some rich guy but not me. "Alright honey, I'll tell him you couldn't make it" mom finally agreed. Val rushed to hug her so I quickly left. My work here is done. I made my way for my Chevrolet Camaro. I was supposed to be meeting the guys at the bar for some drinks but I had other intentions. One of which kept swimming in my head all day. The blue eyed girl with raven hair that dumped my Knishes on the floor. I know I have to see her again so I had Jack, he's a really good hacker. He got her name and location for me. she wasn't hard to find, given she was the only student granted scholarship in her department. Smart ass isn't she?