Gryffindor Hermione Novelas e Histórias

she said with a mischievous smile on her face. It didn't take long for me to understand what she meant, and an image of a British actor portraying a fictional character popped into my head. "Oh, you mean, Harry Potter, and yeah, it was Hagrid who was the keeper of the keys," I exclaimed. "Bingo!" "Wait, are you saying that there is someone here named Hagrid?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course not! But there is someone here named Lucy, and she kept all the keys in each room," she said, still oblivious to my excited heart.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

she asked, leaning closer to the table. He lifted his head and tilted it sideways. "I haven't gotten a read on you yet. I don't know where to place you, Hermione Windsor." He sighed. "But you're the only one who's shown genuine interest in me since I arrived at this snobby rich school, so I guess you're not all that bad." Hermione smiled. "The feeling is mutual, Rhysand Huxley." Rhys grimaced. "Rhys is fine, thank you."

Not because she didn't know what was in the bag, but because she could see that she was shaking violently. The platinum-blonde-haired witch tried to compose herself and calmly explain why she was there. "As you know, Bianca, my sister, Dhara, and I are witches. However, each of us has a gift of our own. As for me, I am a potions master..." "Like Severus Snape?" cut in Bianca, suddenly excited. "Who?" asked Dhara and Darya in the same voice. Bianca quickly put a hand to her lips before clearing her throat in an attempt to quell the embarrassed laughter that ran through her. She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!"

She would still be alive if I didn't become hardheaded. It was all my fault! "Stand up!" My father commanded but it can't... I don't want to leave my mother... I want to feel her embrace even just for the last time but it seems like no one wants me to do what I want because my father pulled me with all his strength for me to stand up but he won't be able to stop me. I used my ability to surround myself with fire just so no one can stop me from doing what I want. "I said stand up, Hermione!" His shout echoed all over the palace but I pretended that I can't hear him and cried my heart on my mother's chest.

She yell then head for the exit door. She twist the door knob but turn. "I'll rescue you from this mess little one" she smile cheerfully. All rage gone. Such mood swings she's got. Angry a minute, cheerful the other. It's pretty wierd. But anyways, I've finally gotten a friend. One who attains extra miles for my safety. Hermione since age twelve is my first friend and I'll certainly cherish her. **** Rowan's POV. I return to the location I abandoned the guards and brother Ron's rescurer.

All to keep low. Pulling a gown over my shoulders, I wander around my room and throughout all the space given to me. My slippers scuff against the floor, as I run without guards around, looking for Hermione. I don't just rely on her, I care about her. She is my best friend, almost like a daughter to me. Did Moon do something to her? Is she being held captive- I catch sight of her. She's walking toward my quarters, head down, looking at her feet.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”