Harry Potter Hungarian Horntail Novels & Stories

The Creature deadpanned, cocking his large beastly head so that the yellowed horns protruding from his head arched to the side and I slapped the plastic smile onto my face like fucking peanut butter on jelly. I chuckled, glancing around the throne room and taking in the stunned white faces in the throng as a murmur went through the crowd and I blushed in outraged embarrassment, stilling the shake that had started in my fingers. “I will pardon you this once, what is it you want?” I snapped, settling back down on the skull throne and ignoring the assassin beside me that now had a white eye patch over one eye. It was a good thing that Hagrid was here, he probably couldn't take the beast on by h

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.

Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him. She has just defeated him with a single blow. "Nooo, I can't be defeated, not this easily!" Voldemort yelled enlarging in his demon size, his clothes tore during the transformation as he turned into a terrifying beast. Horns grew from his head, his claws and fangs became longer and sharper while his eyes took a red shade as he was covered in an evil black smoke. He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

He does this same thing up until he reaches the fire prince himself. Within his left hand is a jar and it shakes in an erratic manner. This catches the eyes of the headmaster and he propels his hand over the body of Troy. The headmaster grins at what he feels. The color of his power changes from the dim purple to black. A voice of excitement reaches his throat. “Ah, this is the one, the Fray’s boy.” Quickly, the man latches his hand along the lid of the dark jar and twists it open. He sets the top of the jar down on the stone table and then teaches his hand within the jar. A long serpent wraps around his arm. One that has black scales and is faceless. Long and tired blue orbs look back at Ad