Graham Montague Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Come in.” Harry Montgomery, once known as Harry Hart, walks in. When I became Alpha, I adopted Harry and his older sister, Aisha, into my pack as my family unit. Now, Aisha is the Alpha Female of the Wolfguard Pack, married and mated to Morris, and Harry is my most trusted right-hand man. He’s in his early twenties now, and I sent him to the best business university out there. He’s intelligent and capable, and since I have no child of my own, I’m considering nominating him as the next Alpha of my pack, whenever that happens.

I stood up in pain to notice I was the only one left under the shade. "Nancy!" I screamed. "Help!" I heard other voices. "Steve! Help!" The cries could still be heard afar off till I could hear it no more. I screamed and I ruffled my hair in frustration. "What the hell is happening?" Sage's POV I stood up as I roared with laughter. I've just gotten more confirmation that shows Megan and the entire royal family of the magical world are all weaklings and a bunch of fools. "What do they think?" I scoffed.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

He narrowed his eyes rudely without inviting them in. “I am Caster Slegh.” Caster introduced pleasantly even though he wasn’t expecting an older gentleman to open the door. He was expecting to see a distraught Mira; He had his most charming smile to warm her troubled heart. “Why would I care who the hell you are?” Harry was known not just for his humor and wit… back in the day, he was also known for his vicious tongue and swift sword. It was Matthew’s modesty when he told Mira that he and Harry didn’t have any skills; Even a rock that stays near a perfumed flower for too long would have a fragrance. How could they be sworn brothers with Jerome and not have his skills.

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.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

He turned back to the task. “What is he doing?” Fatima wondered as they followed Tony back into the house. “Connery is a very talented alchemist,” Meguitte replied absently as they approached a bedroom door and Tony opened it into a darkened space. “And we have worked together a great many times over the centuries. He will prepare the ingredients for a healing spell, with a twist using alchemy, and I will return to infuse it with my magic. We will create a poultice for Harry’s eye… Oh, Harry,” she finished as she saw them laid out over the bed.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

Even among peers of equal status, occasional disagreements never escalate to outright humiliation. But now—being called a loyal mutt? This wretched bastard! Harry's eyes gleamed with intense murderous intent. "Keep acting cocky. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Watching his enraged retreat, Rachel leaned closer and whispered, "He seems pretty powerful. Are you sure this won't be a problem?" Gideon chuckled lightly. "I know who he is. He's Harry Yelverton, the third son of the Yelverton family!"

But he kept his cool. "Did she? How wonderful. It seems my spell worked." Now it was his turn to avoid looking at me. "Yeah, quite a birthday present," I continued, knowing I might be pushing too hard, but not caring overly much. Graves faced me. "Yes, it is." He took a sip from whatever was in the gold-filigreed goblet above his plate. I wanted to keep poking. If Rayne truly was my mom's half-sister, then that made her royalty of the highest order. Before I could prod him, Edge stood and the room quieted.