Harry Potter Houses Slytherin Novels & Stories

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

History as not been kind to those like her who were open about it from the start. “I can see that. But you also seem hard working, kind but able to handle your own, love food and a bit shy regardless of how you acted last night when tell me off. Meaning you shouldn’t be underestimated.” He says. I still haven’t looked up at him wondering what the point of this is. “Yes, but just like Harry could have been Slytherin or Gryffindor according to the sorting hat. I could be both too. There is nothing wrong with being two things. I just choose Gryffindor.” Okay that might have shown a little more cards then I should have.

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.

"You like her. This Natalie. Are you a Potterhead? What's your house?" I stared at him for a moment. "You're a closet nerd, aren't you?" He shrugged. "I'm Slytherin house." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He smiled. "Your house?" "Ravenclaw." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Answered his original question. "I do like her. She reminds me of me when I was that age." I shook my head. "But no, I don't know that I can be considered a Potterhead. I've only ever watched the movies, never read the books."

Hagrid then talked about what he had known about the man. "I-I don't know too much about him. He was a Slytheryn, two years ahead of me. He was prefect, and a Head-boy when I was in my 5th year. Top marks student, seemed to have the other Slytheryns in the palm of his hand." "Anything more, Hagrid? Anything can help." Hagrid fidget a little more. "Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time."

They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other. Strange, she thought, wondering why she felt the need to compare the two. She'd only known Marwan for less than a month and Muslim even less so. It's weird how when you meet a person you take a liking to them immediately you find out you share the same love for the same book or movie. "Slytherin," she replied, proudly. "Ah," he nodded. "I'd have pegged you for a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Are you a parselmouth too?"

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."