Harry Potter Hannah Abbott Novels & Stories

Hannah was still sitting at the table. "So, that's the secret you're hiding from us. What?" "So…." Ting…tong, "Ah, pig, it's been a long time coming!" cried an impatient Harry. He quickly opened the door. And as soon as the door opened Harry was surprised to see who was in front of him right now. 17

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

The staff standing around Hannah began to whisper quietly. "Poor Don," Joan muttered. Hannah glanced at Don as he approached the cafeteria exit. Suddenly, Abby turned and gave Hannah a sharp look. "Hey, you!" Abby called out. Hannah froze for a moment. "Yes, you! The new HR! Come here!" Abby ordered.

His hair was longer than I remembered, and his posture twitched with a kind of nervous energy. “That’s him,” she whispered. “We're just in time for the show.” I tilted my head slightly and studied him. Harry. The murderer, if the rumors were true. He didn’t look like much, but neither did Mother half the time. And she was the most dangerous person I knew. My hands itched, from anticipation and rom the hunger that came with knowing something was about to happen. I could feel it like static crackling under my skin. Abigail wouldn’t see it coming. I straightened my cuffs, rolled my shoulders back, and let my mother lead the way in.

Her expression is stern, and when she is panting in front of us, I notice she is sweating as if she has run the entire way here. “There were...” Hannah bends forward, placing her shaking hands on her knees to breathe. Exhaustion is clear as day on her face. “There were vampires sucking a human girl dry at Starbucks, and...” She looks up at me while biting into her lip to keep herself from crying. “And none cared! Jenna, something weird is going on and... And I know I sound crazy, but I know what I saw!” I shake my head at my friend. “You don’t sound crazy. Something similar just happened here, right outside my apartment,”

I thought to myself. "When I woke up, I found myself in the same bedroom you were in. Mrs.Potter was already there doing your bandages while you were faint. I thanked her for taking care of you and asked her about everything. Although she didn't reply all the questions but she made few things clear which you also need to keep in your mind. Lady Hannah is the senior manager at the place and also a teacher. The way Mrs.Potter described her makes it clear that she is the last person on earth you might want to mess with." "Mike, does this mean...." I couldn't let the words come out of my mouth. They were choking me.

Xavier’s gaze locked onto the doorway, his breath hitching as she appeared. Abigail Hartley. She stepped into the room with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her form-fitting red dress hugging her figure in a way that commanded attention. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson lips curved into a smirk that was both seductive and cruel. But it was her eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—that locked onto Xavier’s and refused to let go.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

Khan rolled his eyes. Hannah was roaming around for an early walk when she saw a woman in a wheelchair in the garden that she hadn’t been in. She had that curly red hair. The curls were medium and she knew that it was natural. She approached her and seeing her pale and frail face, she knew well that she was Commander Ravenscroft’s wife. She had the same red hair as Kiara and two more girls. “Hello, Good morning.” Hannah gave her a big smile. “You must be Hannah.” She said as she extended her hand. “I am sorry that I couldn’t join you either in dinner or greet you.”

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