Hairy Potter Novels & Stories

I saw the wizard Doyle Stalin for the first time in my life, although I had heard of him previously because he was a famous magician and his name kept appearing in the news headlines. He was an old man, and the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible. He seemed to be extremely wise and experienced. I noticed his hands, and I could see wrinkles there too. He had a thin frame and a long beard. Even his gray hair was long, and he had tied it into a bun. He was wearing a white robe with a black cloak over it and a pointed hat on his head. His expressions seemed to be kind and humble, contrary to what I had imagined. I thought him to be as rude and heartless as the vicious Joseph Andrews.

Charlotte pov Harper is a peculiar being . She has a bright personality and I thought it was nauseating but not anymore . She is just a nice person . Her long black hair falls down to her waist which I haven't stopped admiring . She has pretty brown doe eyes with beautiful rosy cheeks. She lifts her long floral dress and gets some cups from the cabinets on top . She isn't as skinny as the normal female werewolves. But she is quite slender. "I am so sorry for ruining your lunch , "she apologizes again . She places a plate on the counter as she talks.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

She looked at them, "Do you want it?" Benedict shook his head. He didn't need it. He didn't even know if he could finish eating these dishes. A hairy crab pot would be a big pot. This product ordered the largest portion. There are three kinds of hairy crabs in pot, large, medium and small, you can choose according to the number of people. They have one adult and two children, and the small one is enough, but this one wants the largest one. Harry didn't need food either. He wanted to taste the porridge his daughter said Stacy liked. Besides, with so many dishes, he probably didn't have the stomach to eat.

I scan the counter for a brush to try to tame my locks as the bathroom door opens in walking Anthony, I pull the towel slightly further up as he looks me up and down. "I wondered where you went off too, I see Amelia's awake" he smiles walking passed me and over to a smiling Amelia as I continue to look for a hairbrush "I'll go out in a bit to buy you some stuff as I know you left it all behind when we moved, but here you can borrow mine" he smiles reaching into the cupboard pulling a black hairbrush out, why didn't I look in the cupboard? That would have been the logical thing to do.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

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.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?