Harry Potter Doxy Novels & Stories

She eyed him as he filled out the forms in front of him, and when she saw him write his name down, it looked like her eyes were going to bug right out of her head. “Harry Porter?” she squeaked, her voice sounding a little choked in her throat. Harry glanced up at her and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” “The Harry Porter?” she asked, as though she must have made some horrible mistake. He nodded again, but he was starting to look a little put off by what she was saying to him. I gave her a hard look. The last thing we needed was for her to manage to scare off one of the first people who’d actually wanted to adopt a dog in a hell of a long time. It wasn’t like we had a whole lot of space in here at the b

I heard dogs wag their tails if they were excited, and that's what everyone was doing. Except for the single one on the corner. And the biggest cage of all. I tried to stop Anya from going there but failed. She was already standing in front of the metal cage taller than her. I gaped in horror and disbelief. It was a huge furry animal, but I doubted it was a dog. But then, why would they place it in the dog's room? "Is that a unicorn?" Anya innocently asked. More like a monster, I thought, but knew it was best to leave unsaid in front of the kid. It looked more like a monster who devoured other animals and even people at night. I couldn't tell if the massive frame was because of its muscles o

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.