Golden Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!” Abby frantically tried to explain herself, but Harriet looked very displeased at her presence and snapped at her in a low, terrifying voice. "Insolent. Who are you to enter someone's room without permission? Get out of here and never set foot in this house again." Harriet was very surprised when she opened her eyes. Slowly her vision, which had been pitch black, showed a dim picture of her room. But she was even more surprised when she saw a black silhouette reaching toward the wooden box that contained the Philosopher's Stone.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

The subordinate nodded. Hearing his subordinate's words, Harry had a smile on his face, and a little joy on his face. "Okay, tell her, I'll wait." When his voice dropped, he suddenly raised his left wrist, with a silver chain on his wrist. The necklace's shape was very simple, only a small heart-shaped pendant, and it was pure silver of a slightly translucent metal. Harry lowered his head, stunned at the pendant on his wrist. … In half an hour. The revealingly dressed Luna appeared at the door of the villa, after getting off the car, she led a woman wearing a hat and mask like her.

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day

He stared at me over the brink of his cup and shifted in his seat. "0909." I stared at him with confusion. "Wait, isn't that the same pin for your bank account?" He chuckled while nodding his head. "Yep. I always have the same passcode for everything, it makes it easier to remember." ~End of flashback~ Right. I quickly pressed in the code and to my relief, the safe door opens and I grabbed all the files inside and placed them on top of my lap. I reached back inside and my hand lands on a cool small object in a corner and I pulled it out and saw that it was a silver USB drive. I opened the first file on top and my blood turned cold when I realized what these files are.

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

He waved his right hand and called for the two men behind him to rush out immediately, saying, "Destroy him!" The Master of Ghost Gate had ordered that Harry be kept alive if his identity was confirmed. The situation was no longer the same. It was said that Harry possessed a valuable treasure. When Jensen saw that, he stepped forward immediately and kept Henry behind him. "Kill them!" Henry said. Jensen was startled. He thought that just defeating the other party would be sufficient. He did not expect Henry to ask him to kill them. The most important thing was that Jensen was not good at killing people.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.