Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading In The Great Hall Novelas e Histórias

My pulse thundered, my skin itched, and I wanted to scream at them all to shut up, but instead, I lifted my chin, straightened my shoulders, and walked with Inara and Abigail to a table like I wasn’t one bad comment away from snapping. I dropped onto the bench, the chains clanging against the wood, and muttered under my breath, “I hate it here. Hogwarts had breakfast feasts. This place has murder stares.” Abigail snorted into her cup and Inara tried to look encouraging while I shoveled food into my mouth like the apocalypse was tomorrow but of course, peace never lasts. It started with a shadow falling across the table. I looked up, already ready to tell someone to fuck off, and froze. Emily

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"If you want to sleep without learning frills, you can use my room Kirey, you fall asleep with saliva already flooding the paper. Uh-huh, how disgusting you are right now!" Harry is Kirey's cousin, a final-year girl currently going through her tough times. Kirey looked at the completely wet paper in front of her, she wanted to scream and curse at Harry who was in front of her. But seeing some sharp and intimidating gazes around her, Kirey gave up her intention. She immediately grabbed a tissue and took out her cell phone. And sure enough, her face was even flooded with the slimy water with that unpleasant smell by now. Kirey even almost threw up when she smelled the smell from his hand which

The amount of blood that has been shed made it difficult to distinguish them from each other. I cautiously paced my way towards the Great Hall, the place where the war started a while ago. It is going to be a great risk, most of the blood drinkers will be there. I took the stairs and slowly went down— I am only one hall away from the Great Hall. I quickly ran through it as it seemed to be no sign of vampires. I positioned myself against the wall as I tried to peak behind it. I had a clear sight of the insides of the Great Hall. There are a lot of bodies on the floor and the rest of the Clan was in the center of the hall. They are piling up girls and a couple of boys as they shackled them up—

The same Hayden that could barely talk to anyone for more than 5 minutes. They placed their clothes in the common wardrobe side by side and also their shoes. Tracey looked at her phone longingly she had placed several calls to a certain someone named Felix but he had ignored them and even turned off his phone after receiving the third and realized she didn’t need anything important The bell rang signifying it was time for Dinner. Lola marvelled at the sight of the cafeteria. It was like entering Hogwart dining room without the magic. But the ceiling was magnificent. ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ

I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here. The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man holding a scroll, just like the one in the main foyer. It looked as if his eyes watched you where you went in the room, which made me feel uneasy. The room was lined with shelves of books, and multiple couches. The colors were a mix of red and golds. It reminded me of a room straight out of Hogwarts. The fireplace underneath the portrait was what looked like huge marble stones, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it looked.

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's

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.”

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.

Conversations stutter and die as every head swivels toward us. Rhett offers a hand. “Come.” It’s not a question. My heart thuds once, hard. I should say no. I don’t. My fingers slide into his, calloused warmth swallowing mine. We walk through the halls like a tide cutting through rock. Students press back, their whispers chasing us: the Royals—and now her. I keep my chin high, though every step rings too loud against the stone. The Great Hall blooms open, cathedral-vast, chandeliers dripping with candles that never melt. The High Table waits on its raised dais, a place of privilege and politics. I never once though I would find myself at this alter. Today they make it look inevitable.