Harriet Potter Novels & Stories

Her eyes never left the flowers she adored. Morrigan’s hands are as delicate as they used to be before, however, shreds of evidence of her aging can never be concealed forever. Streaks of silver hair on her silky smooth head had been noticeable over the years. Wrinkles by the side of her eyes and on her hands are also evident as she watches the kingdom changes over the years. “Reporting to you, Queen Mother.” Rita curtsied hoisting her dress. A fair princess Morrigan had raised over the years, Rita grew up as a rightful heir to the throne. She could not be more proud of how dignified and elegant she had turned into. The young child that used to be malnourished from the borders grew up as a f

" What a tome. Such an arcane... 5 year has passed, we are again packing our bags to head for Rue. We are dressed up nicely and neat unlike before. I mustn't forget the events of yore for I know it lies beneath the contemporary of the enchanter. The once help of the man shall be unforgotten. The healing he lent simply taste like fresh pomegranate. My oh, my I wouldn't be surprised! we might walk above that ground. "Oh, how about flowers? do you think they have powers? A creature like you, do you know their nature?" "In the pain they perceived, my arcane will make thee deceived. Helenium flowers descended my eyes, my oh, my I can't evince!" "Feasibly, it isn't the culpability of the flower, y

I growl before going for him, but just before I reach he moves and I kneel on the grass almost eating it. I felt my shoulders bunch up and the anger choking me, I thought this dude was_ “Stop it, how dare you bully him, you dunce”, I hear and I quickly spin to see the greenest green I had ever seen. William’s daughter was gorgeous, nothing less could be used to describe her, at 14 she already looked like a queen, she was tall, not too much for her age but definitely more than most her age. Her hips were still developing and so were her breasts but you could see what it was going to be like in a few years.

She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

She looked worn out in a way I’d never seen before. I tried to lighten the mood, even just a little. “Back there… how did you pull that off?” I asked. “That creature you became, she was huge. Strong. Honestly, terrifying in the best way. Was that some kind of magic?” Harriet stared at me for a long second, her expression unreadable. Then her brows knit together. “Ember,” she said carefully, “that wasn’t a spell. That was Lenny. My wolf.” She hesitated. “She introduced herself, didn’t she?”

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

Harriet gasped and took her head away from the girl's swiftly. Was she dreaming? Was it a wrong revelation? Worry filled her face, It can't be! She took the girl's head and placed it on hers again and she looked into the silver eyes again. And again, she saw her. *** HARRIET'S POV *** She knew all about the former fairy Queens curse on the guardians of Angels and she too was surprised to hear that Kiara was Angel's mate and she agreed to look through the girl. Maybe she had a connection with a fairy.

For now, that’s my solution to that one problem—because I have fucking a lot. “What was Harriet like?” I asked Tora, the girl who was guiding me a while ago. I learned that she’s Harriet's secretary and loyal friend—more like a loyal slave for years. “Excuse me, Miss Harriet? Did I hear you right?” “Yes, you heard me!” I tried to sound arrogant and grumpy. “I am asking you what I am like for people around me. I want to hear what they’re saying behind my back.” “Uh,” she hesitated.