Harry Potter Dean Novels & Stories

And also because he wanted everyone to be a witness to what they were going to say. Dean nodded his head. “That would be appreciated, sir.” “Lucas,” he corrected him, already turning to lead the way. “Call me Lucas.” — Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the Callymore’s mansion—quiet, expansive, and fortified with enough security to make anyone breathe easier. As they stepped into the grand living room, the air shifted when Mr. Harry emerged from the hallway. “Mr. Harry,” Dean gasped, surprised. Mr. Harry, dressed in a simple knit sweater and slacks, looked equally shocked. “Dean? Dean Arlow? Is that really you?”

I try to drag him. Callum's body stiffens. I run away from him and hid behind a large iron. "Callum," I call. He just spins around facing the door. "Hey," I heard a man's voice as he came onto the roof. I quietly peek from the iron hoping not to be caught. The man was Mr. Dean, the vice president of our school. School of the Paranormal. "You're not supposed to be here,” his voice softens speaking to Callum, knowing he was the Vampire king's son.

Several books dropped out, followed by a stream of snacks, jellies, and a little gift box decorated with pink garlands. Lily was pleasantly surprised. "Dean, where'd you get all these?" Dean's signature scowl remained on his face. "Someone from the high school next door gave it to me." They could tell at once that it was from a girl. Hilda picked up a box of jelly, then ripped it open and ate it. It was obvious that it was the handiwork of a girl. She said merrily, "It's no doubt that someone likes our Dean is the school jock. If I were a young schoolgirl, I'd fall for him too."

Harvey replied calmly, “He’s from Mordu University? Let him in.” After a moment, a balding man walked in while trying to catch his breath. His eyes lit up after seeing Harvey, then hurried over and bowed respectfully. “You must be the respectable Consultant York. I am the deputy dean of Mordu University, Percy Williams. I am in charge of all university-related research projects.” Harvey took a glance at him and calmly replied, “Isn’t the representative of your university Sasha Larson?” Percy’s eyes lit up. He felt like there was a chance.

she asked a boy that had a look that screams Anti-social. “Yes ma’am” he replied “Can you direct us to the general hall” she asked “Yes, I’m headed there, you can come with me” he replied as we both went along with him. We got to the hall and people were already seated down, we quickly grabbed a seat and after five minutes the dean made his entrance. He was a 5’2 man with bulgy eyes, bald hair and a very big stomach, he looked pregnant.

“As we prepare for the real evaluations at the end of the semester, I am honoured to welcome our guests, Councillors Luca, Dalca and Lupei, and our esteemed President, Mr Hansson.” Again, the dean's words pulled her out of the fog. The magic in the air was not allowing her to focus. What were they looking for? She hadn’t felt this the first time she met the councillors. The dean’s words whirled around in her head again. He’d said Mr Hansson. Not Alpha or King. Not even the High Priest. Just Mr. She would have thought the man who ran the whole show would want the world to know his role. But she couldn’t even tell what he was.

he suggested. Damon looked at him with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. "What do you have in mind?" Dean hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a soft sigh. "I don’t really have any special hobbies... I’ve always been focused on studying—working hard for good grades, to get into a good university, a good law firm." Dean knew, deep down, that these were the answers he had found within the memories of Dean Harrison, not his own. A small, knowing smile tugged at Damon’s lips. "So... how about doing something I want to do?"

"Well, there's my mom, Lydia and Harry. Oh my God, I can't believe I haven't told Lydia up until now, she is gonna kill me for taking this lon-" Dean made a face, "Harry? You mean, Harry Ronald?" "Yeah, he'll be so excited to know that-" I stopped speaking when I noticed the deep scowl that had formed on Dean's face. "What is it?" I had to ask. "Why are you looking at me like that?" But he didn't have to answer before I realized that the last memory Dean had of Harry was both of us kissing. I couldn't help but laugh, "Believe it or not, Harry's actually rooting for us."

He chuckles, pointing at his mate who is working behind the bar. Dean is a typical pretty boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that is not too muscular, making the ladies come to his clubs for more than just to have a good time. But he's locked solid with his mate, Jazz, who is probably the exact opposite of him. Whereas he is clean-cut, All-American, Jazz has tattoos and piercings and she seriously doesn't take shit from anybody. Harry has been dying to know what things are like in the bedroom for him, but Dean keeps his mouth shut when it comes to his mate.

Dhaxzy and the Dean both turn their head where is the voice coming from and they are both shock when they see Saicki Disero. "Don't listen to him. Just put it, Dean." Dhaxzy says while his eyes are gloomy. He wants the dean to put it quickly for him to run downstairs and get back to his seat as fast as he could. Those students and guardians are just watching them. Dhaxzy is still resisting and he is guiding the Dean's hands to put the medals on him. But the dean does not letting Dhaxzy to win. He is busy staring at the owner of the school.