Harry Potter Dean Novels & Stories

“Harry, call those guys right away. Ask them if Nathan was already dead before he was thrown into the sea.” Harry didn’t respond and immediately pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. At a bar, Dean was enjoying the music while swaying his body. He was dancing with two women while holding a glass of alcohol. Just as he was busy flirting with one of the women, Virgo approached him, holding up his phone. “What’s up?” Dean asked with an annoyed expression. “Let’s go! Harry Jackson is calling us.” Dean raised an eyebrow, “What’s up with him? Is he … offering us a job?

Again, I left with no jacket and regretted the decision halfway through my journey. The school was void of juniors and seniors as most of them were still recovering from last night's shenanigans. As I entered the dining hall I instantly recognised the back of the figure that stood behind the blood counter. I didn't have any business going there other than to greet him. Dean was covered in an oversized, designer varsity jacket, his pants matched the jacket's nude colour, and his sneakers- a dark green shade contrasted well with the nude tie he wore that had subtle green accents.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

she announced. 'How the hell does that concern me?' I asked myself not daring enough to breathe the word out. "Congratulations, my little girl has now grown," Mr. Harper said sweetly. "Tell us, who is he?" Mrs.Harper asked. "Well, he is my boss, and his name is Alexander Hanks," she said her eyes piercing mine. I had a chunk of food in my mouth and choked on it immediately. Standing from the table, I murmured an excuse before running to my room.

That thought terrifies me, in more than one way. Malacar, tomorrow we have the council meeting, you’re in charge. The dean was a paid warlock, all pompous, full of himself. He doesn’t know my strength, because I never show it. I could squash him before he blinks. I smiled politely. Of course, sir, you do not have to worry. Then walked away, descended the steps, and walked in the back. Tell me, I said, staring at him. I felt something, his head lowered, I want to believe…once more before I turn to dust.

Their names had appeared side-by-side in enough articles to prove their close friendship. Dean stopped in front of them, holding a black mask. He shook Rhys’s hand. “You’re late. As usual.” “You’re only arriving yourself, are you not?” “Yeah. Galas aren’t really my thing. Too much pretence:” Dean glanced at Hermione, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Who is this pretty lady? Aren’t you going to introduce me?” “This is Hermione Huxley. My wife.” Rhys drew her closer. “Hermione. This is Dean Miller. He’s a friend.”

In that moment, her heart skipped a beat. Later, she learned that he was Dean, the undisputed campus heartthrob of Oxnard University, who was born into immense wealth, with multiple campus buildings donated by his family. He was incredibly handsome but painfully impassive. Girls lined up for him from the university gates all the way to another continent, but he treated everyone with distant politeness, everyone except Hazel, his childhood sweetheart from the music department.

the Dean stammered. It was ironic how much a student held power over one of the most feared and powerful werewolves in the education industry, who led one of the most prestigious human universities in the world. “Good and make sure not to harm Samantha Stone, or else your throat shall be in my hand. She is the love of my life and I expect her to be treated well, understood ?” Xereus growled before throwing back the Dean in his chair. “Y-Yes Sir !” the Dean saluted before making a few calls. “Oh and A-Alpha, what about the swimming club ? Do you want Ms Maya Black to be reinstated as captain ?” he asked rather boldly.

"You don't have to prove anything today." She smiled faintly. "I know." "Then why does it feel like you intend to?" Her smile faded. "Because hiding has never changed anyone's mind." Bobby wished he had an answer to that. Instead, he stepped aside. Dean descended the final stair. He wore no ceremonial robes today, only a simple black coat bearing the crest of House Blackwolf. No crown, no jeweled chains. Nothing that separated him from the people beyond the gates except the quiet authority with which he carried himself. He stopped beside Rowena.