Harry Potter Imagines Novels & Stories

My imagination went wild at the notion that he was just wearing his jeans. I immediately stopped my traitorous thoughts, silently thanking the universe that Harper couldn't hear them. At least, I hoped he didn't. God help me if she was a mind reader or had some other superpowers! Out of all the things I imagined Harper would tell me, showing me that he could turn into a wolf wasn't something I had in mind. Or could have in my mind in a million years. My mind was having a hard time coping with everything. I had considered the fact that I could be hallucinating too. I wanted to believe that I was hallucinating, otherwise I would just suffer from a panic attack right now.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the

As usual, a good visualization was another key. Surprisingly, the visualization was not all that difficult. Leesa had seen people appear to pass through walls in any number of movies, including Harry Potter and The Matrix. She liked the image of Harry disappearing into the brick wall of Platform 9 3/4, so she decided to use that. It had the added advantage of being wizard magic, even though the magic was fictional—as far as she knew, anyway. She closed her eyes and visualized the scene from the movie a couple of times. When the image was clear in her mind, she stepped confidently forward and promptly bumped her nose into the wall. The rest of her body thumped against the plaster a split seco

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Like a pot of water getting ready to boil over and over again. Harry was scared and confused. Lady Magda was gone. Suddenly the remnants of her were gone too. It was like Lady Magda had never been there. Maybe if he went for a stroll it would comfort him. Right? He thought to himself. Harry's mind began to question what's real and what's not, what if what happened earlier was just a figment of his imagination? How could he believe what's an illusion and what's not?

I feel like I'll stay in this job 'til I lost my breath. He didn't say anything. He just let me f*ck him. I can't explain his reaction. It's so plain, yet questionable. Harry's POV I was about to check on her if she was already awake or doing fine. But instead, an imagination splash on my face woke my sleeping spirit from the spiritual realm. They're having sex, sharing a sensation and that's kinda hot. I don't know what to feel, or when to enter. But I'd decided to let someone guard the door so that no one would dare to come inside.

I have made it my mission to seek out this knowledge in the hopes that one day I will make their world crash and burn around them. One of my most beloved possession is a picture of me with both my parents. Our smiles are bright and genuine in this one, years before the uprisings began and my whole world was destroyed. A big fat tear splashes onto the picture as the ones that have welled in my eyes become too much and spill out and down my cheeks. I miss them every day single day. I place the old, yellow tinged photo back in to the front cover of the huge book in my lap. The pages are made from thick heavy parchment and bound together tightly. As I turn the pages carefully I scan each page lo

I have no idea what I am looking for when I stop. Oddly out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture of two red-haired people looking at me from behind my parents in the picture. It is as if they are nested behind them. I look back quickly, and there is no one there. It is only my parents in the picture. I wonder what that means. Maybe I will meet them soon. Are they important to me somehow? I have no idea how my visions work.

I realized I was smiling just looking at that crown which I was supposed to wear so to pull myself out of my dilemma I finally picked up the crown in my hand and in that moment I felt as if the time had just stopped for me, so that I could hold on to this memory forever. “imagerio”, I said the spell out in loud to create a mirror illusion in front of me, I wanted to see how that crown would look for the first time I would be placing it in my head, suddenly I was in no hurry to go anywhere probably hypnotized just with the thought of me being the Queen of the supernatural world, the thought itself was so overwhelming.