Harry Potter Characters Patronus List Novels & Stories

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

Erebus turned to look at her because of her sudden silence, and caught her staring at him with a flush on her face, enchanted. Kitty shrank back to her seat when she realized him noticing her being distracted: "Nothing! Just happy that I got a job! What about your Patronus? Do they work there too?" "Hephaistos, Metis and Menoetius do. Others have their own thing. We cannot be together all the time, it attracts attention." Erebus explained with patience. "So what do you really do?" Kitty thought for a second and asked. The scene outside was no longer interesting to her, even though she hadn't been spending too much time travelling before.

He guides us into the living room where the two dudes from the front door were sat on one of the sofas. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Freya and little Amelia" he smiles as we come to a stop in the centre of the room, the two guys look over wide eyed at me than back at Anthony "Freya these are my friends John and Aidan" he smiles pointing at the guys from behind me, wait that's more names! I have to remember a bunch of names to give to the police after this is all over, should I start writing them in a notebook? That would mean I need a notebook and a place to hide it.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Aaron's heart shivered as he expected the storm that came next. "We already know who ordered them. Miss Tiffany Malfoy and Miss. Martina Fernandez "

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

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.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”