Harry Potter Hannah Abbott Novels & Stories

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

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.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

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.

"Ms. Hannah requests that you look for her at the filming location. She's filming a show right now." Gabriella followed the address the receptionist provided to her. She looked up some information on her way there. Hannah was currently filming a fantasy TV show. Without Henry, she no longer had the same amount of resources. She was only making a cameo in the drama, and her appearance didn't amount to much. But Hannah didn't have the luxury to be picky. Gabriella sent Hannah a message when she arrived at the filming location. A few minutes later, several staff members invited her in.

A video popped up—Sophia, laughing by the lake in the deep bayou, surrounded by children’s spirits playing with her. "Hello, sister," a voice echoed from the clip. "She’s one of us now. If you want her back, come and sign in blood. Remember?" Hannah fainted on the spot. Zarek glanced at his dad. "She’s not one of our witches. I’d know." "Okay, let’s hear what Hannah has to say," Jackson muttered. "Damn, this just got a hell of a lot more complicated. Just another fucking Tuesday." Damian caught Hannah as she came to, her eyes wide and filled with dread.