Chosen One Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Her friend told her that she knew about the invisible cloak from a famous book called 'Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a famous book and movie back on Earth in the 21st century. She doesn't know how her friend find about a book that came from the 21st century, however, she got interested by the cloak. If she bought this, she would show it to her friend if they meet someday. “You got interested in it, Soheila?” Hector asked when he saw that Soheila stood up. Soheila looks at him and said, “Yes, I'm super duper interested in that item.” She smiled brightly after saying that.

The world was moved by their reunion, showering them with blessings. Only I died with nothing but regret. This time around, I would stay far from Darian, protect my parents, and live. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, I turned and walked toward the young man sitting alone in the corner. "Hi. Would you do me the honor of the opening dance, Alex?" Before Alex could respond, I took his hand and led him to the center of the dance floor. Gasps erupted around us. "Did she just grab Alex's hand?"

A sharp fear hit me. No. I don't want to go back. The fortune teller looked at Carla. Then he looked at me. I froze. He could see me? This surprised me. He said calmly. "No. It's not possible. Also, I forgot to tell you something. Both souls had one chance to choose death on their own. Harry chose it himself." After saying that, the fortune teller turned and left. Carla stood alone at the door, frozen and heartbroken. The thought that Harry had chosen to end his own life crushed her.

He points to my plate. I pick up my fork and start to take small bites. A man I came to know as Derick, looks at me. “So I guess this is a major change for you, Phoenix.” I nod. “Yes, it is.” I say quietly. Charlotte smirks. “I don’t know. I think playing with the tree men would be fun.” Sage rolls his head. “Charlotte, have standards. Please.” “I have standards.” She smirks. “They involve rough, big men that don’t say much.” She leans to me. “Much more fun to toss around.”

"I did it. The young Death Eater became my spy into the Dark Lord people, and I warned the couples about how the Dark Lord was after them and their babies. They, then, went into hiding. They even put their hiding houses under the Fidelius charm. By the Halloween of 1981, the Dark Lord had made his choice of who was the 'chosen one', and with the help of the treason of their secret keeper, he attacked the Potters' hiding house. The result of it is already well known. The couple got killed, while the baby managed to survive and rebound the killing curse back to its caster with only a wound in the shape of a lightning bolt in his head, fulfilling, so, the first part of the prophecy." He said an

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

She knew that this was it, that this was her chance to make the king pay. She took a deep breath, and then she began to chant. The words of the spell flowed from her lips, and the air around her began to shimmer and glow. The king's guards looked up, startled, as Luna's magic washed over them. They tried to run, but it was too late. Luna's spell had already taken hold, and they were frozen in place. Luna smiled, a fierce glint in her eye. She knew that she had the king right where she wanted him. She began to walk towards the castle, her magic swirling around her.

Feeling the weight of responsibility hanging over my shoulders, and my heart beating fast in my chest, I walked up to the altar. Decorations hung everywhere there, but I didn't notice them. Only the person standing there with me, Fiona, looking more pretty than I had ever seen her before. For a moment, just a moment, I had a rethink. Maybe she was the right person for me after all. We were both werewolves, and choosing her would make things easier for everyone.

Chris, dressed in a coat, took my suitcase with ease. I nodded, my nose tingling as emotion crept in. Five years ago, after marrying Nathan, I moved with him to Narla. In my past life, when everything fell apart, my father sent Chris to Astrait for a training camp. I never saw him again. "Ms. Caldwell, are you planning to leave again after coming back?" he asked. I shook my head. "I'm not leaving." Chris smiled. "Mr. Caldwell is happy that you've returned."

Antonio chuckles, drinking from his beer, as Adam motions to Paisley, who’s finally grabbed me a bottle and a wine cooler for herself, which is a bit of a surprise given the fact that she was staggering sloppily after a twelve-second keg stand last week. “Here you go,” she says to me proudly, handing over the gold labeled beer. It’s actually my least favorite of the three, but I’m not going to tell her that after the show she just put on. Adam smirks, because he knows what I usually buy. I pop the tab off with my keys and drink, trying to ignore him. When I look at Jordan, he’s just staring at Paisley, all confused like someone just told a joke that he didn’t get.