Harry Potter Hannah Abbott Novels & Stories

What I needed desperately was my shower, with my own products, and my own bonnet. I finished my shower, feeling far more put together. Shoving my hair in my bonnet, I wrapped my towel around me and went into my room. My hand slammed over my mouth before I screamed bloody murder. Hannah was lurking next to my side table next to my bed. She was flipping through the Latin version of The Hobbit that I had left there. “You know…I’ve tried to be as…accommodating to you as possible.” Snorting, I crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t say anything as she turned to me. Slowly, she walked up to me, running her hands along the edge of my bed.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

Harry looked at Stacy and asked. Before Stacy could speak, Hannah looked up at this tall man with surprise. Was he asking her how should she deal with this woman? She was flattered. Hannah only felt that her heart was going to jump out of her chest. "Of course, we can't keep her in the company. There is something wrong with her character." Hannah said righteously and looked back and forth at Harry while speaking. He was wearing a suit and stood straight, his body was firm and strong, and he had great chrism that couldn't be ignored.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

And when she stood up, she was shaking. "Abby, you ought not to—" "Let me handle this, Rye. Did I not tell you that you must simply relax? And I wish to appreciate this moment. Remember I have an early flight tomorrow?" Abby stated that Hannah is currently eating a box of strawberry Pocky while she observes her. "Then, we should simply spend time together—" "We are… I simply want that woman to learn a lesson. I hope that when she sees everything you did in this house, she would treat you well."

It had been barely an hour since she left. "I hope you had a nice day?" Harry's word, caused Abbie to turn around from watching N*****x and faced him. "Of course. My mom sends her greetings. She hoped that someday you both would meet." Harry nodded and walked over to the couch, took his seat and joined in watching the N*****x movie. He wasn't fully concentrated on the movie, his mind was worried about what Debby had said. Even though he had dismissed her claim for sounding utterly stupid, Harry believed that she would most likely have a reason for saying those things she said.

Convent Garden – Late Afternoon “I'd pay you twice more than your current salary,” Richard Abbott had said to the woman rocking his son to sleep in the hospital nursery, something no one else had managed since Hannah’s death. Back then, she had been a stranger. Yet he remembered her clearly now the same calm, steady presence holding his children the night Hannah was placed in a medically induced coma. Quiet. Strong. Unshakable. PRESENT DAY

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

AMBER’S POV My doorbell rang. “I think that’s Hannah at the door,” I muttered under my breath. “Come in Hannah.” Hannah came into the room with a tray of food in her hand. Hannah is older than me. Hannah is the oldest maiden out of the four maidens that served me, and also the most quiet of them all. Hannah is five foot nine inches tall and her fingers are also very long. Her eyes are still gold colored, which means she hasn’t taken the life of a human. Judging from her calm look, Hannah doesn’t look like one that could kill a fly.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."