Goldfinch Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

The room is suddenly submerged in dead silence. Noone was speaking before, but now it seemed as though even breathing was a noise. "Charles! " she finally screams. A sudden whimper is heard from the crowd. Two creatures from behind us ( the witch, me and gaze boy) suddenly fly towards the crowd. Fly!!... They fly!! My life just became a Harry Potter movie!. "Please, don't do this to me. Madre please stop them.... I beg you please!! " a shrill and tiny male voice begins to cry from the crowd. The creatures then pull up a little red haired boy from the crowd.

I say, stressing the 'sir'. It is a big wonder, that a warlock is head over the entire school… "Feisty. That I like." Principal Eldor smirks, bringing out his wand. My legs instinctively move backwards, he burst into laughter. "...oh, my my. Little Hermione is scared. I didn't think I'll get to see the day where the Phoenix is scared." He jeers, laughing loudly. Phoenix. Phoenix?!! "How did you...You just called me..." "Phoenix? Oh yes, who wouldn't know?" He smirks, appearing in a flash before me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

While she carried her continuously threatening tone with him, she made no actual threat that was verbalised. Unfurling his wings and cowering into a ball within them, Ingram responded back nervously. Fumbling over some of his words as he spoke. "HE IS A WEREWOLF PRINCESS!! PLEASE- PRINCESS SEPHORA CALM YOURSELF!" His wings were an appropriate, navy which was almost black, colour for someone living in the Noble District. They were beginning to show that grey speckling in his feathers, a show of age among all harpy, but usually most noticeable on Ravens and darker feather Clan's first. Like that of Maven's but not quite as much yet.

Narfi yelled. "I will stop... only when she's ready to sleep forever." he let go of Glinda who transformed into her bird form, attempting to flee, not minding the pain in her right wing. But he seized her by her feet. His eyes changed colour to viridian, his hair turned silver with cerulean at the edges and lengthened until his shoulders. "Actually, there's something I always wanted to do- cooking." Phoenix smilingly took out a large pot that had a lid obscuring its content. He placed it on the rock close to him and removed the lid.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

Erik made the 'stop' signal and the memory resumed. They watched the kids talk about the golden harp already present in the room and how snape was there first. They then moved the cerberus paw aside while doing commentaries about it, and apparently the cerberus had a name, Fluffy. The kids opened a trapdoor on the floor and discussed who was going first. Mr. Potter passed the flute to Ms. Granger jumped in after some discussion. Immediately the vision around the group faded a little, and Erik paused again. "Let's go, the memory must be from Mr. Potter because it faded a little as he jumped in."