Harry Potter Batman Novels & Stories

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

"Let's throw out some names and see which one we like the best." "Pride of the Man," Kade suggests. We write it down, but it doesn't seem to resonate with anyone. "Princess and the Beast," I propose. Shaylee thinks it's a good one, but the boys aren't convinced. "Um, how about 'Pride and Prejudice'?" Shaylee suggests, but I don't think we can use that since it's a book. As long as we steer clear of Jane Austen, we should be fine. The three of us look at Andrew, waiting for his input. "Her Dark Knight," he suggests, and holy crap, that's the best one so far. "Dang it."

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. "Dandridge is coming with us," he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he's still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry's face are telling and there's a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

A sudden memory came to him about earlier as to how Max made him like a punching bag. "This won't do. Before I can kill him, he will kill me first." He whispered. "Keeek!" He screamed in surprise when suddenly a small round bat with one-eyed appeared in front of him. "Sir," It called him. Jubatus immediately covered his mouth to not let out his scream. Then he looked at Max. Max was still busy looking for someone. Fortunately, his scream was buried with the sound of the harpies and minotaurs fighting with the Shadow Moon fighters. He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him.

Once he was finished reading he just hands it back to Jacob, leaning against the car beginning to cry, now he knew what kind of monster they were dealing with, he didn't know if he's ever gonna get her back. He looks up at the sky praying for a miracle, cause that's what he felt like he needed. Things still weren't great with Blake, I hate hearing about all the stories even now, the police were getting close and Anthony knew it but he also knew he had friends who would do anything for him. Well apart from one, who was really about to go against him, you'll find out all about that on the next chapter, get ready.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

Jane chuckled and Harry smiled. “I like games” “Yeah every boy likes games. What’s your favorite color Harry?” “Green” “Green? Why? I thought normal likes blue or yellow while freaks and weird ones likes red and black” “I’m not in the parts you classified” Harry responded. “So tell me, why do you like the green color?” “My favorite superhero is Green Lantern. I hate Superman but I love the fact that green light hurts him” “Okay you are a villain right now” Jane peeped at him and he giggled.

His wings were fading from the deep black raven color to pale gray with streaks of white on it. "What the fuck happened." Rain finally voiced his words. "The crawlers, I think he was poisoned..."