Harry Potter Fanfiction Stargate Novels & Stories

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

‘Glad to be of service. Shoving him back, I reached into drink cup that I put the gate key, really a remote, to open the gate. Skylar whistled. “Man, they put gargoyles on this thing and everything. I bet they come alive when you jump the fence.” After the gate creaked and started to swing open, I put the remote down. “I wouldn’t put it past them. Though, I think they take pleasure in putting spells themselves.” Skylar chuckled but it held a bit of a nervous edge to it.

he tells me, his tone sounding more menacing by the moment. "What are you talking about?" I ask, looking straight into his gaze. "Don't act like you do not know what I am talking about! That night on Astrid, you locked me out and closed off all portals!" Starkev shouts, his anger apparent on his face. I did? No, I remember letting out my magic and that was all? If I did though, then that must be the reason for the frozen pool of transition. I raise my chin at Starkev. "I will not, open the portal!" Even though I might have no idea how to open it again.

Harry grinned. I grinned back and walked towards the portal. It felt like a dream. The portal was fascinating. While there were bright blue flames dancing at the edges of the portal, their light cast shifting shadows on the walls. The centre itself was a rippling surface that seemed like liquid glass. It shimmered with hints of stars and swirling galaxies within its depths. I took another step closer and lifted a hand to put through what seemed like liquid glass. But before I got anywhere near, Harry held my hand and pulled me back

heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. What is wrong with him so many student said as they noticed the weird atmosphere that was rising more and more. Actually when professor Snapes started the incantation Gao yu felt himself drawn to a seperate world that he found increasingly familiar. Walking deeper into the world Gao yu who did not know that he was already reciting an incantation keep walking as so many memories of his childhood continued flashing by.

Xavier sat down at the computer desk, turning on the system, some of the monitors on the left wall coming to life and showing the garage, elevator, the room we stood in and the room below. Dane and Theo stepped towards the monitor with the room below. "Holy shit." Theo smiled. Dane turned on me, his arms crossed but his expression confused and awed. "You made a Stargate in our house?" I went to Xavier's side, putting my arm over his shoulder as his curled my waist, his large hand holding my waist. "Actually, Xav did." I smiled. They turned to look at Xav, eyebrows raised with confusion. Xav shrugged, turning to the keyboard and hit the activate command keys.

"And you’ll need a Thorne to stabilize the friction." ​Damian took my hand. We weren't the "Debt-Bride" and the "Heir" anymore. We were the Signatures. ​The Approach to the Threshold ​The flight to the L1 Stargate was instantaneous. The Vane-Thorne didn't fly; it Folded. One moment we were in the green-tinted air of the Sahara, and the next, we were staring into the heart of a spinning, silver-blue vortex that looked like the iris of a cosmic eye.

Nothing moved. Until I saw her. Yara. Standing in the center of the ruined well. Eyes closed. Lips moving. I stepped forward. She opened her eyes. They were entirely white. “I tried to stop it,” she said. “But they promised me the stars.” My heart sank. “Who?” She raised her hand. And behind her, the gate opened again. Not a portal. A mouth. Of something alive. Something watching. I drew my blade. But the stars blinked. And the world unraveled again.

But buried in my family's private library, I found something that made my heart race. A book about disrupting magical portals. About how certain symbols, carved in the right places, could cause a gateway to collapse on itself. How iron filings sprinkled around a portal's anchor points could interfere with the magic. How a single person, if they knew what they were doing, could sabotage an entire ritual. I read until dawn, memorizing every detail. When the sun finally rose, I was ready. Tomorrow night, Ronan and Maeve would try to open their precious gate. They would perform their ritual, activate their portal, and prepare to step through into another world.

Henry nodded in agreement. "Pardon?" Henry's expression conveyed his confusion. "Did you forget that your mother, Arya, will be furious if she sees Ms. Hart here with you?" Henry tried to intervene, but I stopped him. "I couldn't care less about what she thinks. I'm done being their son when they're plotting against me. Now go, do your job." He flinched at my words as he opened the portal. The room was bathed in the glow of the portal light before it abruptly disappeared.