Equine Harry Potter Novels & Stories

" If you can be a mermaid, anything can happen scarf . Don't panic ... It's just a ... horse. ... No, no ,no ,no ,...no .... it's not a horse ... it's a horse with wings , a horn , silver toes, and ... sparkling tail .... Its ... it's ... it's ...a ... HOLY COW ....!!!! it's a UNICORN.." she shouted and the second moment covered her mouth with her hands taking slow steps towards it .

It might be a slow process, but he was willing to wait. Alexa walked out of the arena for the car race and walked to the other side; she had seen a sign of a horse-riding arena when she was entering the arena with Ethan. She continued to walk forward and saw a riding academy. She stood outside the fence and saw some equestrians riding on their horses. The lights at this side of the arena were so bright that you would think it was daytime. She wondered if they offered lessons for people who didn't know horseback riding; she would love to learn.

Our horses began to act anxious and tapping, whiny, stepping back and forward as if something was bothering them. “What’s wrong, what is it?” Molie tried to control her scared horse. Then something appeared behind the trees not too far from us. It was taller and bulkier than us, and his body was green with hair all over. An ogre… an ugly one of course. “Gaarrrhh!!!”

She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he smiled shyly. What a fool. He handed her a little glass bottle that glowed with a pink substance. I knew she was up to something devious, as usual. She had every poison and potion in the kingdom. For a werewolf, that meant she stole from witches. The doors burst open. The music stopped, and everyone’s eyes darted to the enormous black horse with a carriage behind it. Its long mane was silky and devilish. I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the other royal warriors to inspect it.

"He is betting on a horse named Harry Potter." "His fiancée is Emily Lawson? Good chance," I said, snapping my fingers. === I stared at the shiny brown stallion in front of me in awe. He was truly a top horse. He was not only dashing, but also looked strong and tough. "Are you interested in my horse, sir?" someone said from behind me. "You've been staring at him all this time." I turned and saw Harold York walking toward me. I smirked. Just like in the photo, Harold York walked with his chin held high and gave off an arrogant impression.

I've spoken referring to that incident earlier, and he laughed before nodding. "I understand you don't want winged horses!" "Yeah, those things make me crazy." “But ordinary horses will not do the trick.” He spoke with confused features, to regret a little, because I fear these creatures! He was silent for a moment and seemed to think of a suitable solution for my stupid desires. " I found it ". He said, his face lit up with an idea, and I stared around him curiously as he sang in sync. After all, Queen Elgara is not just an ordinary queen so she shouldn't have any of those ordinary horses.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

I look at him. "She is beautiful. Honestly, if you put a horn on this horse she could pass as a unicorn", I slowly stroke her body, she is perfect. "She is an Andalusian horse, Jaguar is a Friesian horse and fish, well fish is a fish" I laugh shaking my head, he is far from a fish, and Jaguar is beautiful and black, he reminds me of the story black beauty. "Okay Fish is a Knabstrupper, I had hoped MJ would look at the spots and call him Dalmatian, spot, but no he got fish" I laugh, the horse is unusual I have never seen a horse with spots.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”