Harry Potter 1 Novelas e Histórias

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

Tove provided a brief explanation. I snorted. Yeah, right. That wasn't possible. I didn't care what kind of magic they thought they had, there was no such thing as moving pictures. I'd seen one picture in my entire life, and it certainly hadn't moved. Unless someone thought the flames eating away at the edges counted as it ‘moving.' "We'll show you. I think Tove has the Harry Potter series," Tag said. "We can start tonight. Give everyone some time to process what's happened."

We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads. I sit with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and our drink while he starts the movie. I forgot the straws so i get up but harry grabs my wrist and stops me. "Where are you going ,claire?" he asks. "To get the straws for the drink." I say and roll my eyes. "There's no need for straws" He says. "Then how will we drink it? . I mean there is only one glass but if you want to share -" I am halfway done with my words but harry stops me midway by placing his finger on my lips and shushing me.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

He says with a smirk. “Tell, yes that’s right defiantly tell. I am watching Harry Potter. The first one. I had planned to watch all of them the weekend.” I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it.

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

"One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran. I shifted into my wolf form—the first time I had ever shifted fully—and I ran into the forest." "Where did you go?" "Nowhere. Everywhere. I ran until I couldn't run anymore. And then I collapsed." He looked at me. "And then I found you." The memory returned in fragments: A hollow tree. A crying girl. A boy with honey-colored hair and eyes like storms. "Hey. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." "Go away." "I can't. You're hurt." "Everyone hurts me." "I won't."

Perhaps Harry Potter was based on a true story. It just couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be serious. Yet my mind was trying to convince me that it hadn’t just been a trick of my eyes, but he hadn’t pulled out a hidden camera yet and screamed prank. Lucian wasn’t the type to play around like this. For other things, sure, but not in this fashion. He was a werewolf. “Who says there’s more to share?” Lucian challenged, raising a brow to contest my previous statement. “Do I have to start calling you Taylor?” I asked in response, making him laugh.

The room is suddenly submerged in dead silence. Noone was speaking before, but now it seemed as though even breathing was a noise. "Charles! " she finally screams. A sudden whimper is heard from the crowd. Two creatures from behind us ( the witch, me and gaze boy) suddenly fly towards the crowd. Fly!!... They fly!! My life just became a Harry Potter movie!. "Please, don't do this to me. Madre please stop them.... I beg you please!! " a shrill and tiny male voice begins to cry from the crowd. The creatures then pull up a little red haired boy from the crowd.