Harry Potter Fanfiction Hogwarts Reads The Books Complete Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

" I want to try it out, not because of you, maybe it's in my head" " rosy_ " she bends over, resting her palm on my thighs, her eyes staring whole at me, " I would take your Harry Potter collections, and toss them into the trash can, sue your book club for disturbing the peace of the earth, and ask your mom to adopt me when you are nowhere to be found, and did I mention your Harry Potter I will burn them "

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has won her war. Now let's see if she can win the peace.*

Akira who was still trying to catch her breath raised her index finger, she caught her breath and replied, “that spell did not only reveal things about me.” The next bend they took brought them to the reading table where they met rune who was already seated with a large volume of books piled up before him in threes and fives. He was not happy with what he was seeing, “where's the books you went to get?” He asked. “Here…” Orion answered as he tossed the copy of Harry Potter he held to Rune. “theres no way that you're serious about this, a children's book?” He asked. “A children's book that is loved by adults….”

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

On the way to home, they stopped in Sweet Tooth for her today’s delight – she bought herself a Chocolate decadent cake, and gave him a bite. Later that night, they sat in front of the book Shalom gave them. Aurora was lying flat on her back, on his bed, and he was forced to read the damn book. It was thick, huge and it gave him headache as he read more and more about their guy – Ahriman or Théoden or whatever hell he was called.

It was the book Jace gave her. She stood up and walked to her table, ignoring the pains she was feeling. She grabbed the book, headed back to bed then decided to start reading it. She read till it was past midnight before she finally fell asleep. Days passed with Aurora just living and having her routine. No sign of Lucino as usual, no one to talk to. Aurora was in the garden, reading the witch book as usual. She exhaled heavily as she placed the book on her chest. She stared at the trees and a thought popped into her head. She has just been reading the book for days and hasn't tried anything yet. Not the spells or anything.

I pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”