Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Is A Elf Prince Fanfiction

"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

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

Curling the black dress into her fists and quite forgetting that she was a Princess, she threw the lot at Haz'th, who ducked. "Aren't Elves supposed to be fast?" he laughed. Nimuel entered the cottage to find Haz'th dodging objects in the room with apparent ease, as Aelanor ran behind him like a bull shown red. As Haz'th reached Nimuel, she put a protective hand on him and pulled him behind her, as Aelanor tried to grab the kid out of her hold. "Stand aside, Nimuel. This midget..." "No, sister. Step back. He's a child," she pushed her gently, still laughing.

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Nathaniel suggested. "Seriously?" Anna smirked. She raised an eyebrow. There was an outburst in her brain... the reasonable sort... the type that holds more chances than she could be aware of... but there were hundreds of notions there in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of the journey, of paths awaiting her feet. "Maybe, after all, I'm the prince and Nathaniel here was a werewolf as a well right cousin?" Harry answered with a wink.

Only my dream to become a King… a beloved King… like my mom wanted me to be. Soon enough the teacher arrived and so did Elma; or whatever her name is. Her mystery was getting on my nerve. The fact that she sat right behind me didn’t help much. I really hope she is gone soon enough. But luck wasn’t my side. It was as if god wanted to test me until he breaks me. Derek kept talking about Elma which was annoying. As we sat, I heard Amber has decided to bring Elma to our table. She sat at a distance yet kept using her authoritative voice with Elma. I can guess Elma was thoughtful of what she says. She knew quite a lot so her being a Princess wasn’t a doubt; unless she has learnt it fairly well. S

“Because if you’re gonna spend the whole night spacing out like you’ve been doing all week-” “I said I’m good.” He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. What I don’t say is that I need to go. If someone has been watching me this closely-tracking my movements, sending those messages-then there’s a good chance he’ll be there too. Cause if there’s one thing I know for sure about him, it’s that he isn’t a scholarship student. He’s most likely an Elite. The kind who grew up with too much money, too much boredom, and a taste for mind games.