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

Sarah The heat in the Great Hall hit like a physical blow, thick with the scent of pine pitch and the musk of too many wolves in a confined space. Usually, the silence that followed my entrance was filled with whispers of witch or bastard. Today, the silence was absolute. Jareth didn’t let go of my hand. He led me down the center aisle toward the dais, our boots thudding against the heavy timber floorboards. Malachi peeled off at the entrance, leaning against the massive oak doors with a casualness that was entirely deceptive. He looked like he was just drying off; I knew he was making sure the exits were his.

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

I could almost hear Lucas's voice in my head, telling me to raise my head. I did, surreptitiously taking in the details of the room. It was rightly called the Great Hall, I thought. Much like the guards before, the room was decorated in rich tones of red and gold. Strategic tables with the same rich red tablecloths were placed at the corners of the room, piled high with small finger foods and desserts, even a champagne fountain. The room was pleasantly cool, no doubt alleviated by the fact that the ceilings were indeed very far up, with high beams, and slowly rotating fans adding to the feeling of hypnosis.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Damon. Dave pretended I didn't exist for the entirety of the lecture, though I could practically feel his heavy gaze burning a hole in the back of my neck during our coding exercises. With Mitch out of the picture, I was alone until Sera leaned across the aisle from the back row. “Halle,” Sera hissed, using that specific, breathless tone reserved exclusively for juicy campus gossip. I turned my head to face her. “Hey, Sera.” “Did you hear what went down between Andre and Jordan last night?” she asked, her eyes practically sparkling with malicious glee.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

“We are about to have dinner now.” “They were small cuts,” he says. “And with her energy, I am sure she has burnt through them by now.” “Hmm, fair point.” “So?” He asks as he looks over at us all. “Are you guys ready?” “Do we have a choice?” Rina asks before gesturing for him to lead the way. The dining room is less of a room and more of a hall. A large, huge hall. Picture Harry Potter's dining hall where everyone would gather for the special assemblies.