Harry Potter Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Muttering a curse, I dropped the phone back onto the table. “I’m surprised you didn’t dial the police.” The voice came from above, smooth and rich, sending a wave of shivers through me none of them unpleasant. I turned sharply and looked up the staircase. Theron Lockhart stood at the top, his hair still damp, as if fresh from the shower. A loose V-neck sweatshirt clung to his torso, and faded jeans hung low on his hips. Somehow, this undone, casual version of him was more dangerous than ever. He descended slowly, his eyes locked on mine, a faint smirk curving his lips. “So? Why didn’t you?”

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

" At this moment, a roaring voice came from outside the banquet hall, low and muddy.If I guessed correctly, the owner of this voice is my fiance Hagrid! "Liar, liar!"Hagrid dragged his heavy body into the banquet hall, and he knocked over at least two tables. "She is a liar!"Hagrid pointed at me angrily and said, "Liar!"" The siren Aurora obviously realized that something was wrong, and she shouted at the guards, "Catch this witch!""

I say, stressing the 'sir'. It is a big wonder, that a warlock is head over the entire school… "Feisty. That I like." Principal Eldor smirks, bringing out his wand. My legs instinctively move backwards, he burst into laughter. "...oh, my my. Little Hermione is scared. I didn't think I'll get to see the day where the Phoenix is scared." He jeers, laughing loudly. Phoenix. Phoenix?!! "How did you...You just called me..." "Phoenix? Oh yes, who wouldn't know?" He smirks, appearing in a flash before me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.