Feast Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“I was close. You didn’t either.” “I promised I wouldn’t ruin my makeup.” “Smart,” he said. The feast began soon after. People ate. Danced. Talked. Music played. The air smelled of meat, bread, and sweet wine. We sat at the front, at a table made just for us. I looked at the crowd. Everyone seemed happy. Well… almost everyone. My eyes landed on Percy and Ron again. They hadn’t left, but they hadn’t smiled either. Percy looked at me once, then looked away. Ron didn’t even glance.

I stepped back and turned to greet them, forcing my face into one of strength, of triumph. They needed to see reassurance. They needed to see potential. But I looked to my new Luna, and she was no longer looking at me. She was looking at the crowd. Smiling, yes—but not at me. Not with me. ⸻ The feast began at the end of sunset. Tables were groaning under roasted game, honey-glazed roots, blood-orange wine, baked tarts, and flame-roasted lamb. Servants flitted across the hall, filling goblets and beaming nervously. Music issued from the raised platform on the east end of

SOFIA Breakfast was the most chaotic thing I’d ever seen. Everyone was gathered at the table, and it looked like an actual feast. I honestly felt like I’d just set foot into the Hogwarts great hall when I walked in and saw the table lined with freshly baked bread, some freshly picked fruit, strips of bacon, baskets of muffin, jars of honey, cheese, scrambled eggs, some salad, and a bunch of other things I couldn’t even look at. It was just so much, and I couldn’t believe this was just a regular breakfast at the DeLuca manor.

Ryann- Yes Harry we used the spell and you always help, if only because it’s nearly impossible to be miserable and too serious around you. Harry- I can work with that. Aaron- Take care of her. Like he needed to tell me that. Of course I’m going to take care of her. Right now she’s half curled up on my lap, her eyes are falling closed, I doubt she’s really watching the TV. Bellamy eventually returns with two plates heaped with pancakes, bacon and eggs. I’m surprised that I manage to finish my meal and even more surprised when Kiara finishes hers and nods her acceptance when Bellamy offers more. Woah, that potion is definitely kicking her metabolism into high gear. Cool. Don’t tell the masses

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

A feast was laid for the humans upon the low tables and as the day aged into night it became evident that the drinks were alcoholic as the celebration became rowdy, in a euphoric, bacchanalian way, the feasters moving to dance around in rings around the central table, their hands joined to form a snake. Throughout the feast, Thaelen and Meguitte were brought a wide range of creatures, in a ceremonial presentation of each living creature into Meguitte’s hands, before the human took it again and slicing its throat, draining the blood into the wooden mugs for Thaelen and Meguitte to drink from. A feast of blood, the many different flavors of it bathing Thaelen’s tongue and combining to swell hi

’ She didn’t have to tell me twice; I was too hungry to wait. As I entered the dining hall, it almost looked like I was walking in “The Great Hall.” If you haven’t seen Harry Potter, then you won’t understand. It’s bewitching and extravagant, it's just missing the floating candles. I’m gonna miss this place when I’m gone. I went and hurried to get in line. When it comes to food, I don’t know anyone, and I don’t like being interrupted. Evie was the only exception. She was the same way as I was.

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

Orion let out a long breath, smiling at me with his tone bright again, “Anyways, that was not why I came to see you today.” Why was I not surprised? That he didn’t came today to apologize, after he called me a liar in public, ignored my mindlinks, and marked Hannah over and over? “The Feast is next week,” Orion tipped my chin up to meet his eyes, “You know? The Full Moon Feast? Once every year, when the red moon is full, the pack holds its grandest feast that--” “Yes,” I stopped his culture lesson impatiently.