Harry Potter Book Teeth Novels & Stories

The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight. “Zoe,” he said quietly, “I know you’ve been hurt before, but I want to give you a future that feels safe. Will you marry me?” His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope. I froze for a moment. Then, my vision blurred as tears welled up and spilled over. Nodding through my tears, I whispered, “I will.”

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

ALPHA TOPH I ground my boot first into the man’s mouth, watching with my wolf’s sharp eyes as his lips tore against the tough leather and the porcelain of one white tooth flew out and clattered noisily to the stone floor. ”How dare you Hagrid? After all, I've done for you!” I rasped breathlessly, feeling the ragged breaths burn in my chest and nostrils as I wheezed through the anger that was bubbling inside me, unwinding the chain whips that had been hanging in the corner slowly and stalking back toward the assassin.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

"Why are they suddenly in her room now? Are they not supposed to be in the forest? Did they just teleported!? WHAT THE HELL!" "Oh my goodness Ibrahil, I think I'm losing my insanity! Can you just please tell me the truth, am I just only seeing things? I saw your eyes turned white and your hair..and your ears! What are you? A kind of monster?? Is this a kind of a joke or something?" She asked continuously as she walked back and forth and waving her hands her and there frustrated and confused! Ibrahil just looked at her trying to say something but couldn't say anything. He was avoiding her gaze.

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

I waited for the spell to take effect. “You are searching for silver?” One by one, the silver knives and clamps all lit up a pretty shade of blue. “Yep.” I watched and waited until the tooth I was looking for glowed. “Struss car beni.” Then I grabbed it with the pliers and pulled. “WAIT!” My dad screamed. “You will crack the tooth.” I yanked, trusting the cloth wrapped teeth and the whispered spell would keep the tooth unharmed, and ripped it from its socket. I turned around and waved it in Theo’s face. His eyes watched the glowing tooth. “But I didn’t.”

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

"I had read that one, should have seen it coming." "I would offer you a cigarette but you are already smoking hot." He winked, smirking at me. "Okay, I knew that one." I said, still laughing. "What has 142 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?" I paused thinking for an answer but nothing came to my mind. "Um, I don't know?" He grinned proudly. "My zipper." At this I couldn't even control myself I hunched on my knees laughing crazily. "That was a good one." I wheezed out between my non stopping laughter.

I turned back to the file, my hands moving through the last few pages until I reached a single sheet near the bottom, my father's handwriting darker here, pressed hard into the paper like he'd been writing in a hurry, or writing scared. I read it once, and my entire body went still. *If anything happens to me, investigate the seven days before my death. Do not trust Gideon. Do not trust Harold.* I stared at the second name until the letters stopped making sense as words. Harold. The man I had sat beside not two hours ago. The man who had handed me the photograph, who had looked me in the eye with what I'd believed was grief and regret, who had told me he'd kept that file all these years beca