Harry Potter Centaur Novels & Stories

I hated the mistress, she always played all these stupid games by hiring creatures that I knew nothing about to come after me and wreck carnage to the people that showed me that I was worth everything in life, and not just an unwilling bed partner with a wolf that intrigued her. The creature finally stepped out in front of me and I froze in fear. I have only heard of centaurs but never in my life did I think I would be coming face to face with one. He looked regal as he walked around me in circles, his hooves landing too softly on the ground as he moved with firm strides.

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

"Of course." I was cut off as he removed the head part of his mascot, Henry hates doing things like this- anything that'll draw attention on him. He is sticking his tongue out... I stated with a smile, "Thank you, Henry." Then he put back the head part of his mascot and went back to the bleachers... then I saw another teddy bear mascot running away at the corner of my eyes... It's a couple pair. I felt my heart tightens as I recognize who that might be... Is it Megumi?

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

- 26 - The three of them made their way back to the burrow and helped themselves to the hot porridge cooking by the fire. Dorin had almost finished the pot when Horatio entered the cave accompanied by a pale child clad in while robes with a golden crown on her head. Seb stared at the centaur, his jaw hanging, then at the child whose eyes where as white as her robes. When Seb looked closer, he noticed that there were feathers mixed with the pale child’s white hair.

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

the Harpy beamed even wider, “Me happy!” “You are so adorable,” the Centaur cook replied. “Ok, listen well, first you have to. . .” “Eeeeeh. . .” the Harpy reacted after 5 minutes, “Me not remember all.” “Oh! How silly of me,” the Centaur became so excited that she forgot about the Harpy’s bad memory, “come here, I will write it down for you and then you can give it to your friend tomorrow and have her read. I can write in human language so that should not be a problem.”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Marcus watched, hidden by the thickness of trees as the young woman knelt down by a small bush and started to pluck the berries. Her gown was plain, a dull red against the lush green of the grassy hills. It was a shame her long blonde hair was bound in a braid. It made him itch to run his fingers through it. A woman's hair should flow loosely over her back so that it could catch in the wind. No matter, once she was a part of his camp, she would keep her hair loose. It was the way of the females. Just for second, he felt doubt. He knew the people of her village told stories. Stories of how dangerous centaurs were, how they r*ped their women and pillaged their homes, burning them to the ground

The man grinned. Isis snapped out of it as soon as the man's eyes broke from hers. "Thanks for the warning Julia," Isis nodded then she raised her hand and mumbled a chant. The dust clouds completely vanished and Julia gulped when she saw the creatures that stood before her. "As I suspected," Isis growled as her eyes feasted on the 50 beasts in front of her. "CENTAURS!" Zander was astonished. He'd learned about them in his studies as a boy, but he thought they were extinct.