Harry Potter Hannah Novels & Stories

The wizards and witches were already in their places, and I walked until I got to where it was my turn to train. I could see Hannia in the distance in a position, quite revealing, where I could see her magnificent ass and those long legs. I think she was warming up. I take my time to look at her and take my role as a guide; I approached her and said—what you're doing in that position?

Martha scratched the bridge of her nose and just said, “Good thinking.” She sighed and said, “Her punishment is not severe. It was a two-day suspension and, since she had to be out because of your first shift, it went unnoticed. Just tell her not to lose her temper like that again. That little girl is an extremely powerful witch, and she still does not know what kind of power she has.” I frowned and said, “What is her power?” “Hannah can take magic from nature. Anything that is from Mother Earth has magic and she can use it. That makes her extremely talented and powerful, just like you or your mother.”

“You’re new here, right?” Hanna nodded shyly. “Sort of… I’ve just never come dressed like this before,” she said, gesturing to herself and laughing softly, making Jessi laugh too. “Then you must be a victim of the ‘Clara style.’” Hanna’s eyes widened in surprise. “How do you know?” “Everyone knows Clara and her ways,” he said with a smile, leaning slightly closer. “I’m Jessi, by the way.” “Hanna,” she replied timidly—but for the first time since arriving at school, she felt herself relax.

Intro: Hannah is obsessed with her hot math professor! Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it. Hope you enjoy.... Hannah's P.O.V . My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.

She was still using her magic, but why? “Are you alright?” I asked, immediately mind linking Hannah. “I don’t know.” She admitted. “I’ve already called on Hannah. She should be here any second now. And right on cue, Hannah stepped next to me. Her eyes scanned over all of the witches who were now out of the vans and huddling together. I could she her anxiety peaking and she immediately snapped her attention back to me. “My king. May I speak freely?” She asked. Hell, I knew where this was going.

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.

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.

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.