Game Of Thrones Harry Potter Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

cried Hana who was sitting on her chair and looking at Harry. "But…." Harry had just come to his senses, and he was quick to curse at his stupidity at this point. Harry quickly got up from Hana's bed and looked at the girl. "Han, how about this. I didn't realize that Rita was a bucket!” Hana shrugged and started to turn on the screen in front of her. It made Harry grumpy. This seems to be the reason Hana kicked him. But Harry remembered something, he looked at Hana who was already playing her game. The girl from time to time has always loved games. It never changed and Harry knew it. Harry took a seat next to Hana, staring at the panda eye bags and also Hana's strong body odor. He bet if the

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

I asked him sweetly, crossing my legs as well as my arms over my chest and nudging him as he gently pushed me away. "Replying to fans, so don't bother me." I pouted at his reply, running a hand through my hair before I rested my head on his shoulder with a sigh. "I'm hungry." I whispered so only Harry can hear. "Lorien said she's-" I gasped just as Harry started screaming, I immediately covered his mouth with my small hands.

i have to be the bigger person here because she wouldn’t back down. I almost wanted to kill Sofia right there and then but my sanity stops me. When I was done, I saw Hardy outside as he pulled me to one of the rooms here. “So it’s true...you agreed to be with him…” said a voice when she entered. Lightening up the candles, she saw Harry sitting by the window, staring at her. “Harry, what are you doing here?” He put his finger on my lips, quieting me down. “This is my wife’s company. Of course, I am here.” He then smirked, I heard you are a girlfriend of Theon now. You are doing that just to make me jealous right?”

A memory of the day I fell into his lap while watching Harry Potter floated to the top of my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smirked, “Do you remember the time I fell into your lap at the Moon Shadow pack house?” “Of course, we were watching a Harry Potter marathon with a bunch of people and you tried to escape me, but instead you fell right into my lap. Literally knocked the sense out of me, I was just glad you didn’t feel how turned on I was.” Jasper grimaced. “Really? You were so mean to me back then.” I pouted, looking away from his face.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

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.