Golden Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

"Okay, then. Harry, correct me If I'm wrong, are you a werewolf? Care to tell me now, I'm dying of curiosity." Harry proceeded to provide his theory. He knows about his bloodline for that matter but was not entirely convinced of its likelihood not until their experience at the Lamia where in his mind he shifted into his wolf form and fought the Lamia. He never thought he could shift as such but it happened on his own illusion. He knew his bloodline could do many wonders but being one of the Golden Royalty lineages was way more surprising. He knew it from what Lanah and Chaney told him when the two ended up telling him about their doubts and when he told them about his theory of him being a w

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it. " Let's get your frustration out. " Harry said. " What are you planning? " I asked. " Something which could bring my brother back. " He smirked evilly. We went in. A troop of hot girls welcomed us. The hall was filled with VIP personalities. They covered their dark side secret from the world and made hay while in the sunshine. This spoiled richies with double personalities were the biggest black spot of the world. We were the same in the dark and the day.

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

“What is this Harry Potter wizardry?” I ask in awe and grandma chuckles. Even my voice has changed. “You are still the same underneath. This is what we call Glamour. Press the implant behind your ear and you will see.” She says and I do and the disguise disappears and I am standing the same as I was when I walked in.

She was left looking at their back when she saw Ibrago looked at her again coldly. "What's his thing!? He can't even hide his disgust! Oh, Lord now this makes me more nervous being in this place, it was just another prince, what more with the king and queen," she said at the back of her mind while she let out a deep sigh. "My Prince Ibrahil!" That enchanting sweet voice came from a graceful lady that looks exactly like a goddess, with long dark brown hair that almost hit the ground with a robe silver and dew. Wearing that tall golden crown designed with different fine jewels. She also has that leaf-shaped pointed ears just like Ibrahil when he changed into something powerful. She stood up fr

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.