Harry Potter Hannah Novels & Stories

One girl, then another, as if he was testing how far he could fall before someone bothered to stop him. Damian was nowhere near him this time. It seemed he had finally washed his hands of Noah’s case, focusing instead on his own life. George and Harry, his close friends, drifted off like smoke. Without that anchor, Noah spun deeper, freefalling with nothing to catch him. And then came Hannah Brooks. She wasn’t like the rest. She couldn’t be lured with a smirk or an expensive jacket. Hannah was the student president of Arizona State University, and even I couldn’t deny her name carried more weight than half the faculty combined. She was respected, untouchable—the kind of woman who made men th

Reynolds stepped aside to reveal the newcomer. As she entered the room, the collective gasp of surprise was nearly audible. Hannah was a vision that seemed to have stepped straight out of a storybook. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, a striking contrast to her fair complexion. Her eyes were a captivating shade of azure, reminiscent of the clearest summer skies. Freckles adorned her cheeks, giving her an endearing and youthful charm. She carried herself with grace and poise, her movements as fluid as a dancer's. Hannah was dressed in the school's uniform, a crisp white blouse and a pleated plaid skirt, but she managed to infuse it with her sense of style. A delic

Hannah nods, smiling at me. Hannah is beautiful and now that I am looking at her, I realize she looks a lot like Phoenix. She has the same dark brown eyes and hair, the same high cheek bones and perfect jawline, and the same smile. She is also tall like him. I doubt I’ll be as tall as anybody in this school. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I tell her. “Oh, wow. You are so pretty,” she gushes. “Your eyes… purple… wait… they change colors? That’s so cool.”

Stiles followed me out, wanting to see me off. As I stepped into the living room, the front door swung open, and in walked Hannah, carrying a box. Following closely behind her was a girl who looked utterly exhausted—her eyes were sunken and her skin pallid. I squinted, recognizing her from the live conference. “Isn't this your ex-husband's sister?” I pointed out to Stiles, my voice dripping with curiosity. Hannah simply ignored us, marching inside with an air of superiority, while Lenora, the girl next to her, followed without a word. I was left stunned, trying to process what just happened.

The bowl, crafted from a polished silver metal, seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if it were imbued with a power of its own. Hannah's eyes gleamed with a deep understanding as she approached the table, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the soft crackling of the candles. Her expression turned grave, her sharp eyes clouded with a mix of shock and concern. She paused, collecting her thoughts as she processed Sheila's revelation. “Kimberly Silversmith,” She repeated the ever familiar name in her mind as she lowered her head. And “what a small world,” she thought inwardly, letting out a small smile. If she was who she thought she

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

I don’t want to see my protectors get hurt when the depths of the betrayals they are experiencing get revealed, as It never seems to stop getting worse but the little sadist bitch in me does like watching people squirm and lie, and twist themselves further into the holes they dig for themselves. I did check with Leo earlier if I am a bad person and he said the fact that I stopped to ask that question means I am not, and I trust his answer as he is a literal human golden retriever. Hannah has come back to the castle and is helping me dress for the evening’s dinner party. “So who is here all together tonight?” she asks, Hannah doesn’t know about the plan, she just loves the being in the know

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I told quietly, barely audible with my hands still on my face. "Duuhh, Mike Dupont. Our new professor. Sexy and ravishing, I may say." Said Hannah with gestures and her well known devilish smile. She leaned back on our bench, casually tapping her fingers on a fresh painted graphite. She still didn't even had one single clue. "No, Hannah. THAT'S MIKE." Looking at her very seriously, with my eyes wide open, my body was shaking when I said that. I am just waiting for her to realize what am I trying to say to her.