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I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

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

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

And Luna was wearing a casual dress, and no one cared as she stood beside Lisa. Thinking of the contempt and abandonment she had experienced over the years, Luna's facial expression turned a little ugly. Harry looked down at the photo of the birthday party for a long time, his eyes seemed to freeze, blankly looking at the girl dressed as the little princess in the picture. Although a bit immature compared to the girl he remembered, she was exactly the girl he remembered. Now, he was even more certain that she was the one he was looking for. His heart was suddenly ecstatic and agitated.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I waved goodbye, giggling, and slipped out of sight around the corner. Harry approached Hermione from behind and gave her a gentle shoulder rub. "I'm heading to the area of mystery. meet up with you after you check out?" She answered, "Sure," she said, shutting the book before choosing a different one. "I'm almost done here." With a final friendly squeeze of her shoulder, he added, "Okay, see you in a bit," and she left. I approached the queue ten minutes later, carrying a bundle of paper books beneath my arm. Hermione's eyebrow shot up.

she asks, and I don’t even know what to respond to her. Seems like the name Mrs. Hermione Hilton will save the day for me around here, so I give her a yes. “Yes, please.” She smiles. “Hold on a second, please.” “Okay,” I say, tapping my foot. But she doesn’t stop looking at me while typing into a small PC beside her. What I see on the screen leaves my jaw dropped. Pictures of me from where the hell I can’t even recall. “Are you serious?!” The question jumps out of my mouth, but she doesn’t care to answer.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

Two pictures side by side. Hermes, and a woman with long, flowing red hair and a smile that could melt cameras. My breath catches. My vision blurs. Even if that woman is older now, there’s no mistaking her. The same red-haired girl in that photo — the one kissing Hermes’s cheek. The same girl Hermes had called nobody. Shit.