Harry Potter Hannah Novels & Stories

His mouth turn into a gasp, his eyes widening as Hannah didn’t stop there, continuing to make more gold coins which she thought she could save in the future for Xenon’s medicine and their livelihood, knowing no matter how much they work it wouldn’t be enough to cover them. the next afternoon, Hannah who was tired had decided to take a day off today, knowing that she had made money with her magic. Truthfully she didn’t want to use magic to make money, knowing how it was unfair and knowing how she shouldn’t have done it. But she was too tired to go on, knowing she would instead die if she overwork herself. As she placed the plate in front of Xenon’s hands, the latter stared at his food silentl

My head snapped up, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw who was standing there. It wasn’t Ember. Hannah stood just inside the room, her eyes narrowing as a sneer curled across her face. The torchlight caught the blade in her hand, making it glint ominously. “What’s this about Werewolves?” she hissed.

Well it wasn't the exact beginning, casting a spell on Tristan and sending him out into the hallways for no reason was, watching from the corners as Selena broke down and screamed at Zander brought me so much satisfaction, of course that didn't last long and two were now back to being lovey-dovey, but still… I trail a finger up and down Hannah's muscled arms, both to enjoy the taut feel of her and also to express to small feeling of joy at what I was about to do to Zander and that wretched mate of his, Hannah was a key part of all this, as a gamma she was the leader of one of the hunt troops, her being there would mean easy and safe entry for the rogues. Hannah sighs next to me and draws me

But I couldn’t keep ignoring this. I pulled on a long, oversized hoodie and slipped out of my room quietly. The hallways of the Moonbane estate were quiet, a rare moment of peace in this usually tension-thick house. I didn’t stop to greet anyone or answer any questions. I walked straight to the healer’s wing. Hannah was there, quietly tending to herbs along the far shelf, her fingers moving with delicate precision. She was a few years older than me—soft-spoken, kind eyes, someone who always seemed to carry calm like it was stitched into her skin.

Harry approached Hannah and enquired, "Are you jealous because we only asked Amelia and not you? You can tell me that immediately." Hannah pulled Harry to the ground and exclaimed, "Don't treat us the same way you treat the other girls in the class. We're not afraid of you." I stood beside Hannah, holding her hand warmly. She looked at me through the grasp and said, "It's all right. Let's go." "Where are you fleeing to?" Peter inquired. "Aren't you tired of tormenting these nerds?" Andrew questioned as he hit Harry on the head and turned to face us.

Ronald introduced me and I unconsciously straightened my back like I was being accessed, as I waited for her to speak. She smiled widely, “Oh, Zoey. It’s nice to meet you.” Then she turned to Ronald, “Took you long enough to bring her here, Ronald.” “I just wanted to make sure you won’t scare her away,” Ronald teased. “Oh, you’re the scary one amongst us all.” She smiled, and then turned back to me, “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Hannah. I’ve heard so much about you and I couldn’t wait to finally meet the woman who turned Graham’s world upside down.”

Vanessa replied, her face a mask of fake apology. Hannah’s heart was racing for a different reason. She felt the small vial of 'Wolfsbane Extract' in her clutch. 'The more I panic, the more likely I am to drop it,' she thought. She had been certain the vial was in her bag, but she’d had to sprint back to her den to find it. She glared at Vanessa. 'We’re late, and I just hope Oliver hasn't locked the private lounge yet!' Hannah was an Alpha-born student, the same rank as Oliver, though she wasn't part of his inner circle. She had been obsessed with him since their academy days.

Oh, and I should probably get your first name. Me: First of all, I’m a bit worried how many people around here seem to have mannequins lying around. A guy came in to paint the other day with a mannequin. And it’s Hannah. Tall, Dark & Sweet: That must have been Frank. He’s fine. Well, not actually fine because he talks to mannequins, but he’s harmless.

Turns out that the bubbly voice belonged to Hannah and I could not stop myself from smiling at her. In a lot of ways her vibrant personality reminded me of Scarlet, but her kindness reminded me of Luna Alma. Luna Alma is Alpha Jerome’s wife. Hannah is very pretty, she has long wavy blonde hair. She isn’t particularly tall, but she is well proportioned. She has a very cute round face, and a little button nose.