روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Teaches First Years

I liked Brent, I still do, but my mom doesn't understand that. Sometimes she's overprotective, which I don't like at all. That's why I didn't tell her that from now on I'm going to teach maths to Harry, who's practically a stranger, because she'd know how she'd react if I told her, and she clearly wouldn't give me permission.

And oh guess what, we are really in the same class. Isn't this too coincidental? "I told you we could be in the same class!" Harry chirped and tried to keep his pace with me. "Oh shut up, Ellis and walk faster! We're going to be late!" As we get to the classroom, the teacher was already dicussing in front. I froze, I didn't want to enter the room. How could I forget that today is Monday and my first class for today is Mrs. Logan's? I'm done for. I have problems in waking up early and came late to her classes for several times, but I know that if I were to tell her that I'd woken up late, I would spend a week in the detention for sure. I closed my fist, but then Harry took my hand then again

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Aside from the one on one introduction of each subject teacher, they also left them with something to prepare for tomorrow's lesson. Professor De Belen instructed her student to make sure to prepare their wands and grimoire for they will be doing basic spell casting tomorrow. Many of the new students got excited upon hearing it. Meanwhile, for their Apothecary Class, Professor Eres said that they will be concocting the simplest Potion available which is the "Elixir of Oblivion". The formula in making this draught is written in their potion book that they are supposed to prepare, the "Elementary guides on how you can concoct your first potion". On the other hand, Professor Huges makes them me

The teacher's loud voice helped me to avoid Nelson's question. I sighed, eyeing the teacher. She always comes late and no one had ever complained about that. It's a miracle she's not been fired. Her hot heels clinked on the ground and just like that, Nelson completely forgot all about the question. I sighed quietly, shutting my eyes. I saw the image of a guy with brown hair, icy blue eyes and a perfect jaw. Harry. My eyes flew open, a tiny gasp escaping my lips. Not only did Harry tamper with my heart, he is slowly damaging my brain box too.

But I wasn’t done. “I was hoping Professor Alester might’ve given you a crash course,” I added, half-laughing at the thought. “But I guess he failed you there.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Alester? The guy who specializes in terrifying first-years with campfire stories and urban legends? What exactly was he supposed to teach me?” I gave her a nod, acknowledging the absurdity—at least from her side of the veil. My fingers brushed the back of her hand, slow and deliberate.

still can't understand what is going on. James took a long sigh and turned to look at her and said "that's right, Ava made a mistake and she is the reason for all the suffering that Anna went through but I forgot to tell you this, Harry is the one who thought her everything, like how to behave, how to think and what to do! I once heard him telling that little girl, 'I am doing this because I love you so much Ava, remember If you want something, do anything to get that back, no matter what it is, just like how I did it. I want you not to talk to him and he was bothering you, so I beat him, we are more powerful than him so we can do anything! Remember to use your power to get anything you wan

The next day, the first-year students had to assemble in the school hall and wait for instructions about what they could and couldn't do when they left the school grounds. The headmaster stepped onto the stage, and the entire hall fell silent, you could hear a pin drop. He cleared his throat and looked around the hall with a serious expression. "Welcome, first-year students!" Headmaster Hawthorne's strong voice cut through the soft chatter, capturing everyone's attention right away. Gabrielle instinctively sat up straighter, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she focused on the podium at the front.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Now,” he said, tracing a finger down her cheek. “Now we can really begin.” The dynamic shifted completely. The pretense of lessons was gone. Eva would arrive, and they would fuck. On the barre, over the bench, on the floor in the center of the room under the lights. Harry was a demanding, creative lover, teaching her body new ways to respond, to crave.