Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading In The Great Hall Complete Novels & Stories

The trio walked briskly into the large hall filled with thousands of books, the scents of good old and new books will clear your mind and set its focus for excellence. "This Palace of knowledge must have cost a fortune since it well equipped with wide varieties of great books all across the world and it's modernized", "Where could that wench be" they said angrily and made a quick search of any traces of an over-over size red hood girl as he paced through the huge bookracks. Just at the corner of the hall, he spotted a red hood crouched down, sitted on the floor. "Here you're Maple Highschool new princess", they said smiling at her strangely send chills into her.

The magical outburst has left me hollow, as if something vital has been scooped from my center, leaving only echoing emptiness behind. We reach the bottom of the stairs, the Great Hall stretching before us like a cavern of ancient stone and timber. Morning light filters through high windows, catching on the carved dragons that flank the massive hearth. Their crystal eyes seem to track our progress, flaring brighter as we approach—or maybe that's just my exhaustion playing tricks on my vision.

Elias hung back by Nora, mumbling something that made her smirk before they melted away through the side archway. I stayed behind to help Maeve collect the leftover rune-sketched table markers. Her delicate fingers moved fast, but her jaw was set in a way she hadn’t had at the start of the meeting. The low thrum of magic in the air still hummed in my ears, like static that clung to the Great Hall from all the different energies bouncing off each other over the last two hours. She didn’t look at me when she spoke. “Has anyone from your year said anything about the pull?”

Helen said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. I was taken to the Great Hall. When the doors opened, I nearly stopped in my tracks. The hall was full to the brim. There were hundreds of people, vampires in their finest dark silks and humans in colorful tunics. The air was thick with the smell of incense and the low sound of a thousand voices.

Rhys’ POV The Great Hall was stifling. Between the smell of the heavy lilies Seraphina had insisted on and the heat from the hundred-candle chandeliers, I felt like I was being slowly suffocated. I stood at the head of the table, forced to listen to a minor elder drone on about mining quotas, while my eyes kept drifting back to the empty chair on my left.

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

I’d be the one to extinguish it. I cloaked myself in an Everley concealment spell, subtle, elegant, not the brutish nonsense the Hawthorne combat brats favored, and slipped into the upper alcove of the Great Hall. From here, I could see everything: the faculty seated in careful formation beneath the glowing chandeliers, the gathered student body fanned out in social clusters, and at the far rear entrance, the moment the anomaly herself stumbled through the doors. Late. Of course.

The room had a big white bookshelf which had books arranged neatly on it, and sofas to sit. Harry was seated comfortably on one of the sofas, holding a cup of coffee while reading through the papers on his other hand. He didn’t spare her a stare, despite knowing she just walked in. “Your meeting didn’t last long.” She spoke first, breaking the silence. He finally looked up. “No, it was just a quick meeting with the shareholders. By the way, the papers are ready.” He passed the papers to her and she took it, reading through it while still standing.

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

She tried to ignore them and carried on with her bath as Viola constantly reminded her of the time from outside. They reached the dining hall an hour later and it was already filled with people. The girls occupied the seats in the exact middle of the long table while Anya sat opposite to them as there was no empty seat in their line. She was reminded of the tables in harry potter everytime she ate there as the table was always filled with many varieties of food and the only difference from Harry Potter was that the food didn't magically appear but was brought in by the servants who never failed to replace the cloches with full ones.