Cormac Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Yes, you did.” His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching tight. “You want to pretend that we both don’t know what you saw the other night in that alley?” I can feel the color draining from my face as the shiver teases up my spine. Cormac just shakes his head though. “I already told you, I’m not here for that. I’m here to make sure those pieces of shit don’t hurt you.” “Who are you?” “Someone with a job to do.” “And your job involves throwing girls half your age over your shoulder and hauling them away like some sort of caveman?”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Gracie was surely scared of Niall when he got angry but seeing Jason's eyes darkening with pure rage was something that had her body feel chills in August. Sira closes her eyes to compose herself and smiles sarcastically, as she asked. "Oh, may I know your name?" Gracie could see how angry she was. Sira could almost cry and stab someone's throat at the same time. "Harold Corrigan. You can call me Harry." Harold grinned.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

Avery Taylor’s “Cormac. . . Cormac Carter,” I said incredulously. I now focused directly on finding at least a little information about the man. Still, I’ve already spent two hours in front of the computer, and I can’t find anything but his age, date of birth, and a little information about his own company. “This is frustrating!”

Cormac O’Callahan. He stood with his hands behind his back, shoulders squared, the very picture of quiet authority. The years had not softened him. His dark hair, streaked with silver at the temples, was still neatly combed back. His strong jaw, covered in a short beard, was set in its usual firm expression, but his hazel eyes—so much like my own—were warm as they landed on me. I hadn’t seen him in so long. Not since his body had been laid in the cold earth.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Mya's appearance had garnered a lot of attention. "Isn't that Mya Dean? She's War Legate Draco's confidant." "I've seen her on television before. She really is gorgeous.” "I agree. And a powerful woman too. Just the kind I like." Cormac shut the door upon hearing the chatter inside the hall "Professor Cormac, there's a location I'd like to ask you about." He nodded and gestured. "Let's talk in my office." "Lead the way.” Upon arriving at his office, Cormac poured Mya a cup of tea. He then sat down and asked, "What is the name of the place you’d like to know about, Ms. Mya?"

He's the chairman of the Quadrant Association and has worked hard for the Draconian Order all these years. "For his sake, I won't kill you. However, your life can be spared, but it doesn't mean you can go unpunished." Cecil quickly said, "Mr. York, what you're saying is…" Cassian abruptly made his move, swiftly stomping on all four of Cormac's limbs. Cormac howled in agony as all four of his limbs were broken. He was crumpled on the ground, his body shaking and his blood soaking into his clothes.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.