Ficwad Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

as she said that, she stumped at Niccoli's foot as hard as she could. "AAAAAAWWWWWW" a deep sorrowful wail escaped Niccoli as he touched his sore foot. How heavy this girl could be?!! Is she some sort of itinerant A****n? Niccoli grieved for his unfortunate first love encounter. Unaware of Niccoli's thought, Audrey continued to pursue her goal which is getting that piece of unimpressive stick lying on the ground. She was pretty sure that it works like a wand exactly how wizards in Harry Potter stories used to cast spells.

I smirked at them. Everyone burst out in giggles. Just then, the lady I met this morning arrived. All the senior students stood up to greet her, we followed the same. She stood up from the aisle and spoke out -" Welcome to Witchward Wizard school, to each one of you. I am professor Hyle. I believe all of you had a fair journey to the school. Nevertheless, before starting for today, we welcome our three royal students of this year." She opened up a scroll and read out the names-" Well, I welcome Miss. Jennifer Laynin, our very own Sir Stagrid's daughter. We welcome you to our School."

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

"You are telling me, that even being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, you are the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot too? Do you have any more political positions that I have to know?" Not really expecting anything more, he heard a small voice from a student in one of the tables, not really identifying the owner of it. "He is the Supreme Mugwamp of the ICW too!" Not really believing in what the little voice said, he looked back to the Headmaster's now even more smug face. And Erik let a groan out like someone that just got up with the worst hangover yet. The solidified ambient in the Great Hall seemed to turn back to normal when he let the groan out.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.