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 children of my own, I'm considering nominating him as the next Alpha of my pack, whenever that happens.

"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?"

Simon turned to Grainne with a smile and hurried after him. Grainne stood behind her and glared at both of them, she just found out today, so the faces of people with money are so thick, where did I invite them into the house? She had to close the door, suddenly seeing a super skill that Harry seemed to have just awakened. Harry clings to Carwyn Levi's body like glue, his knee-high body Carwyn Levi is always by his side, Carwyn Levi goes wherever he goes, Carwyn Levi has just sat down on the sofa, Harry grabbed his lap and sat next to him.

I couldn't tell what was going on in that monster’s thick skull! I couldn't just sit around and cast my lot with some losing team, Nikolai was everything under the blasted sun, but he was not stupid, he would figure out sooner or later that the darned girl had something everyone wanted, whether the power was to be had between her legs or with her neck sliced open was another matter entirely. “Your Majesty!” Hagrid’s warbled voice panted suddenly and I snapped my head up to look at him, watching the tan skinhead’s pale face and rising reflexively to my feet.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

He slid a look at Cameron’s dad, impressed. “Oh dear,” Aislen smirked. “That looks like it hurt.” “Takes a big man to beat another in chains,” August sneered. “Well,” Connery stepped back. “I will leave you to it. If you care to stop back by Meguitte once you are done here and donate some blood, that would be appreciated,” he said to Harry. “We’re going to need a lot of it to perfect this spell.” He turned and strolled away.

That meant she had been under a heavy spell. They had discovered that Floyd de Graham was the head of a lineage of ancient black magicians. That he had to do with the opened portals in Hintlop, Stonehenge, the pyramids of Chizeh. He had wrapped Omen around his finger, as were Jente, Anke, and Lies in his power. They walked around the house like zombies. Fulfilled assignments for Floyd and his men.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!