Harry Potter And The Final Straw Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine snapped out of her reverie and suddenly felt a flicker of nervousness. After composing herself, she opened the door again. It was Jack Titterington, my close friend. Jack dropped a heavy box right in front of Justine, then clapped his hands. "These are all things Craig told me to give you. Take a look and see what's inside. "Oh, and he asked me to get a cloth doll from you. Said it was crafted by his father, and he only plans to give it to the one he loves."

I won't do anything to hurt her again! Sally was stunned, and after a long pause, she laughed bitterly. "Fine… I'll let you go. But can you grant me one last wish? Just once more, give me one last memory to hold onto. Please, I'm begging you." James didn't respond. The next second, Sally leaned in to kiss him. He resisted at first, but soon, he succumbed to temptation, falling into her embrace once again. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air.

The trench coat the stranger is wearing is dirty with splattered mud on it, I glance at his shoes seeing more mud as I frown, the driver starts the car persuading the journey. When I glance at the face of the stranger casually only to see his eyes shining golden in colour. I know who’s eyes shine gold and I know this stranger is no human but a beast who hunts in packs. My face turned pale in fear seeing a smirk plastering on his face. I know he knows who I am and he knows I figured out who he is. I gulp visibly not breaking the eye contact with him. “Let me go”, I tell him sternly to which he raises his eyebrows amused.

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

Business being what it was, I ran into my old boss, Jett Parker. Caden was on fire, snagging deals right from Jett's grasp. Jett was ticked off and started aiming for our little startup. To cool things down, I had to play peacemaker. Jett had one condition. He pointed to a bottle and said, "Down this, and I'll back off." We were the underdog to his giant—no contest. Caden's dream was on the line, and I was not about to watch it crumble. So, I downed that bottle.

Instead, a somber sway of deprivation fills their souls. Fear grows inside the forest fairies, but they continue. However, they encounter something with a horrible aura on the corner of the world. A mass of dark leaves and feathers wheezes with wickedness. The fear inside them finally pours out, and the sprites return to their safe place in the forest. Spring II ends with the sprites dancing away in fear.

As I reached out to touch it, I felt my form beginning to fade away. In those final moments of disappearing, I heard a voice from outside. "Somebody's committed suicide!"

Kara came last, her violet eyes narrowed, her silver hair pulled back from her face. The half-blood collapsed at Elif's feet. He was young, barely more than a boy, his dark skin streaked with dirt and dried blood. His left arm hung at a strange angle, broken and untreated. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Help him," Elif said.

My food and drink were all dropped on the floor. Sophia placed her hand on my shoulder saying, "Let's go, Bella." I stood from the place and took the strawberry drink from Sophia's plate and poured it over Harry's head. He got mad and grasped my shirt collar and stared at me. I whispered, "Are you going to tear off my shirt? Well, Go on." Liam came out of nowhere and separated us saying, "What are you doing? Did you two forget that there's CCTV here?" Harry gave a death stare and left with his friends.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did