Harry Potter Argus Filch Novels & Stories

Curvy hips, full tits, long auburn hair, smooth shaved pussy and I couldn’t even cum on a cock. That’s when I felt him. My eyes snapped open and there he was, standing right in front of me like he’d materialized from the shadows. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders straining his black t-shirt, dark hungry eyes devouring every inch of me. His jeans did nothing to hide the thick, heavy bulge running down his thigh. My breath caught. He looked like pure sex. “I’m Alex…I heard everything,” he said, his deep voice sending a jolt straight to my core. “And I can fix you, sweetheart. I’ll make that neglected cunt cum so many times you’ll forget your own name.”

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui

He handed Reinhardt a crumpled, blood-stained paper. The words were barely legible, written in a frantic, trembling hand. Most of it was smudged, torn, or soaked through. But one thing was unmistakable. One phrase, jagged and carved into the paper with such force the letters nearly tore through: ARGUS PANOPTES. The room went dead silent. Even Helga froze. And Reinhardt knew. whatever nightmare they feared… …it had already begun. “Siegfried… can you tell us what happened?” Kasper rose to his feet, the first time in the entire meeting he’d done so.

The room reeked of chemicals and tension. “A package for me at this time of night?” Argent’s voice filled the space, her silver hair gleaming in the dim light as she turned to face him. Her gaze was predatory, assessing. Hound dropped the rope, the boy’s body slumping lifelessly to the floor. He stood silent, his mind racing. Another Seer. Not just any Seer. Argent—a name whispered with both fear and awe. “Who would have guessed a deal with Binge gone wrong would cause this much trouble, eh?” she said, chuckling darkly.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

His collarless, white long sleeved shirt hugged his upper body perfectly. He sat down directly next to Karla who was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Her cheeks were on fire. He looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. I could still hear the giggling and the whispers coming from the other girls. He whispered something to Karla and she giggled. Mrs Filch, our AP statistics teacher walked in. After we'd exchanged greetings, she hummed softly, her eyes scanning the classroom. "I see we've got an addition to this class. He's very dashing. Don't you think so ladies?" She said, smiling. The girls began to giggle. Seriously, it was getting annoying.

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

Archie continued, patting Ash on the shoulder. "Hold on, young man." The only man with shoulder length hair interrupted. He is Charles Argent. The only 10th Century pureblood vampire of the Argent Family lineage that remains. Charles walked over to Archie and stretched his right hand out towards Archie. "Let me see." asked Charles politely. Archie also welcomed Charles's helping hand without hesitation. However, Ash swiftly grabbed Archie's hand, who almost managed to grab Charles's helping hand. Charles chuckled softly as he shook his head as his pair of blue eyes caught the vigilance in Ash's eagle gaze.