روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Ron Steals From Harry's Trunk

Now he was not young anymore, but he still had a lot of money in his hands, so he could have fun. Harry put food in Stacy's bowl. "Take it, rest assured." Stacy whispered, "Aren't you afraid that I'll take your position away from you?" Her voice was very low, but Harry still heard it. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'll give it all to you, and I'll give it to you as well."

I crossed my arms, giving him a look that told him I wasn’t going to let that slide. He sighed again, heavier this time, and looked at Maggie as if silently scolding her for bringing it up. Then, finally, he turned to me, his voice low, almost unwilling. “Okay, so…I used to scout around the house during Witching Hour, trying to find ways to escape. And that’s when I… stole a spell book. From Harmona’s room.” My brows shot up. “You what?”

He looked at Debby, who couldn't withstand his heated gaze and dropped her face to the floor. "Come with me." Harry said to Debby and while he was about leaving, he whispered to Horace. "Compensate that lady for her gold necklace; I don't want people thinking I have thieves in living with me." Horace nodded and left to do his bidding. Harry took Debby to his study room and when she entered, Harry closed the door behind and turned to face her. "Times and times again, you have given me more reasons to dislike you, Debby." He said, walking slowly over to her side. "Why did you have to steal? It's not like you can't eat whatever you feel like eating in my house."

I said angrily to Ron but he just smiled at me foolishly. "Well, then I guess I'll fuck him again when he regains consciousness?" Ron replied and I look at him in disbelief shaking my head. After a while, Ron suddenly got off the bed and went to the cabinet, and took something from inside. I can’t help but feel curious about what he does. "What are you doing?" I asked Ron curiously, he turned to me and showed me the syringe he was holding.

Harry turned off the music saying “Stella! You are not concentrating.” “I’m sorry. Let’s start again.” I replied. “What happened? You look so happy.” He said looking at me. I smiled while remembering Anna. I sat on the floor and Harry sat beside me. I said looking at him “Roman gave a locket to Anna.” “Yeah! I know. That asshole didn’t bring anything for me but he bought a locket to her.” He rolled his eyes.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

"Laugh it up." "Oh, I will when we're out of here. Come on." I grabbed his wrist and surprisingly, he let me tug him forward as I followed Raisa and Bryn through the large kitchen to a pantry. Bryn heaved two large barrels away from the wall and crouched down to pull open a trap door in the floor by a black handle. "That's easier than I thought it would be." "We wish it was," Bryn said darkly as we all peered into pitch darkness.

Violet The next morning, we prepared the things for the leave. Ron appeared at the bottom of the main house steps. He had two suitcases that weren't his and a third bag slung over one shoulder. He looked entirely unbothered. "Is that everything, Ron?" I asked, watching him drop the luggage. "It is for now," he said. He kicked one bag to the side with his foot, looking satisfied. "I’ve mastered the art of the heavy lift. You could learn a thing or two."

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Aunt– I mean, Ms. Reed! This isn’t mine! It was in his–” He pointed straight at me, his voice rising with desperation. “It was in Edward’s pencil case! I saw him put it in there myself! How did it end up in my pocket?” The floating comments refreshed again in front of my eyes. [What the hell? What’s going on? I’m sure I saw Hugh put it in the guy’s pencil case!] [Does this bookworm know magic or something? How is he so fast?]

Selene helped me scramble to my feet, her arms still holding onto me. Harry grabbed the doorknob and pushed through it. “No! "Wait, he’s not himself!” I shouted, trying to stop him. “I know,” Harry said over his shoulder, “That’s why I have to go in.” “What did you do to him?” Violet screamed, advancing towards me, her eyes filled with accusation. Jones rushed over and held her. The second, the door creaked open. In place of what used to be Morgan was a wolf, as big as a horse.