Harry Potter Ginger Novels & Stories

I was, however, beyond grateful for even the smallest of human privileges. “Here,” Rowan said, passing me a small slice of ginger. “Thanks,” I smiled, turning it over in my hands. It smelt strong, spicy, and it reminded me of fire, of flame. I hoped it would protect us all, though I had my doubts. I imagined it forming a flame around me, and then I pictured it spreading, healing and saving rather than destroying as it formed a shell around our eclectic group of vampires, witches, and a lone werewolf.

Ginger explained. “Do all of your potions have a color?” I asked curious. “Yes. Even Dark Witches infuse a color with their spells. That way if they ever have to reverse them, they know which one it is.” Ginger said thoughtfully.

He spat. Ginger stared at the bed where her object of obsession lay unconscious and it was all because of her mother. "I can talk to my mother or steal some spells books from her" Caden stepped beside his twin brother, crossing his hands over his little chest. "We don't need your help Ginger, we don't want you ranting us out to your mummy" Ginger gasped. "I will never, you know I love Azrael and I will do anything for him"

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.

Craig smiles. "Yeah right" Aaron nods and I can't help but smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I brought your favourite.." Ginny voice trails off as she shove her hand into her bag to pull out this candy I used to love, made out of coconut and sugar. "We were planing to use that, the strong sweet smell to wake you up incase you were… like… you know" Hannah shrugs and earns a smack from ginny. I laugh. "We knew you'd be fine from the onset" Ginny waves her hand, before stretching it forward.

They were worried that they would be implicated as well if they stayed any longer. While waiting for Ginger to come back, Gerald held his tongue back several times. A short while later, Ginger returned with a tray. She meekly said, "Mr. Henderson, this is the Seven Luminescent Ice Lotus that you wanted." Ginger's eyes gleamed with admiration, and upon noticing this, Helen couldn't stop herself from furrowing her brows. Based on her experience, she knew what that look of admiration meant. Woody lifted the cloth covering the treasure to reveal a life-like lotus beneath it.

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

"Harry is bouncing in place, eager to see what kind of mischief we can get up to. My home might have been fairly serious growing up, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t find a few practical spells that I adapted to be a little silly. Not that I would have dared to try any of them. But it was fun to think about. I figure I’ll stick with a potion since that’s something Harry can help with too. It won’t be all that fun for him if I’m the one doing all the work. I start listing ingredients and Harry jumps into action to find them for me. He continues asking questions as he has every other time he’s been in here to make sure he’s doing things right, but he’s got my organisational system down now

Feeling helpless, she said, "It wasn't anything special. That person just happened to pass right in front of me when she opened the cap. I've always had a sharper sense of smell than most people, so when I caught the scent, I immediately thought it resembled sulfuric acid." The truth was, Giselle was more familiar with that smell than most because she had encountered it before. Harry's eyes shone with admiration. He shouted, "Giselle, I want to learn this skill too! You have to teach me!" "Harry!" Moira quickly yanked him back, then gave Giselle an apologetic smile. "Gigi, don't mind him. He's always been a little slow." Harry was bewildered. Since when was he slow? Besides, what was wrong w