Harry Potter Houses Zodiac Novels & Stories

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Zander asked in the nicest way possible. “Yes, well those symbols describe who type of creature you are. For example as you can see on mine I have a want on it, meaning I am a witch, but as you can see on you, you have wings indicating you are a Griffin. This is just so us teachers new and old can know how to place you and how to teach each student.” She said giving us another smile, leading us the way to our chambers— I mean dorms. “So I am sorry to ask so many questions but are the Fairy and Griffin dorm’s near each other.” Zander ask praying to himself that they were, so that he would be able to watch Lavender better.

"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."

Violet said and Hazel furrowed her brows, confused. “Sorry?” “He’s going to choose you” “How can you tell?” Hazel asked slowly, trying not to let her fear get the best of her. “I’m a blue blood, duh“ Hazel inhaled sharply, rubbing her temples where an ache was starting to form. Surely, Violet was just joking, right? But Hazel couldn’t shrug off the fact that blue bloods were known for both their healing powers and their ability to see into the future. Charlotte walked up to the both of them, her signature golden smile tugging at her lips as usual.

Having finished his dinner, he retired to his chambers for the night. On that same night, near midnight, Susan could be found sitting in a high back chair that could resemble the throne of a queen. The chair was in a secret room in the castle that had no apparent doors and four windows, one in each cardinal direction. The same room was circular and well decorated in four sections. It contained a big round table in its center and another three high back chairs around it, just like the one that Susan was occupying. Each chair had a Hogwarts House shield at the top of its back that matched the decoration of each section of the room. Red and gold for the Gryffindor's section, yellow and black fo

“You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.” Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin

Rowyn POV I blinked at Aster like she'd just summoned a kraken in the middle of my floor. "So what is this fucking ceremony?" "The House Sorting Ceremony," she repeated, sipping her Coke like this was perfectly normal and not a complete nightmare in the making. "This Friday. We all get assigned based on our magic and traits. You know...fire, air, earth, water, shadow... The whole big ancestral cosmic destiny drama." I groaned and flopped backward onto my cloud of pillows. "I hate dressing up. I hate ceremonies. I hate people watching me. I especially hate ceremonial dresses made of itchy glitter doom."

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,

His back had hit the huge gate surrounding Hertford Manor. "What the actual fuck?" Alexander let out. He tried to do the same thing again a few times, and the result was the same. When he walked slowly towards the house, he stretched out a hand to see the house was fully protected by a spell. It was a strong spell that prevented every creature but human beings from entering the house. "That Shier Hertford is not what he pretends to be," Alexander told himself, just to be clear. I cannot help Becca with whatever she needs right now, but she has to help me come what may, thinking that he shook his head. Deciding it was better for him to hunt and drink human blood, Alexander ran out of the mano

She took the risk and draws a pentagram with the spell so that this time nothing interrupted her. “Zero.” She whispers, calling forth her guardian god in its animal form of a wing horse. Along with the thirteen gates that represent the Zodiac God, with the markings and symbols for the Serpentine Ophiuchus. “I need to know everything.” With the neon purple hue that is distinct and only she has, she cast another spell. Calling forth for the time clock, but before anything could turn and happen. Zero screams in pain, with her pentagram that is rapidly turning into a stone. Corruption and darkness turn the white wing horse into a jet-black one.