Harry Potter Kindergarten Novels & Stories

"I want to show you Harry." Harry? Charlotte was momentarily puzzled. She wasn't sure and asked, "Are you talking about your dog?" "No! It's Harry!" Julie raised her voice, then shouted loudly, "Harry!" The moment the sound dropped, a small figure crawled out from beneath a slide, then ran over from not far away, clutching a sippy cup in his hand. The little guy grabbed Julie's legs from behind, and Julie laughed like a child, holding the little guy's hand. She introduced him to Charlotte.

Harry was also a very loving child, one who adored Lilly and followed her everywhere. Harry knew never to walk into the forest by himself. Each cub is taught that you don’t wander about without an adult because of the dangers rogues pose. Those fuckers have no boundaries when it comes to being places they have no right to be. Little man asked if he could be trained in combat; that way, he could protect his mummy. It made us all smile, but we don’t train three-year-olds in combat. Dad explained that Harry would be allowed to train with the others as soon as he reached ten. I’d never seen the boy so excited.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"You even brought props. How earnest. Pity you can't fool me that easily." Someone scoffed. "Of course she can't. These yahoos thought they could pretend to be Mr. Shaw and his wife? They're dumb." "I think they're mad. They'd do anything just to get a slot at this place." The teachers started mocking us again. Quincy almost fell from rage. My face fell, and I took Harmony from him. Solemnly, I said, "I don't know who this Quincy you claim to be is, but the biggest stakeholders of this kindergarten are me and my husband. We have a share transfer agreement. If you need proof, that's it."

"We should be going, I don't want to cause any more trouble, besides the day is almost over. Goodbye Uncle." "Before you do leave, your ring, I forgot to bring it, it's still in the mansion. Surprisingly, the enchantment work. Now I don't know if you've noticed but you're actually invulnerable to magic. Jared told me earlier that Jessica was casting a death spell, but it didn't work on you as did the enchantment I conjured when you were a babe, it was supposed to hide your powers but it just didn't work. I do believe that the ring might, after all, the magic is in the object and not casted to you. You are extraordinary Clarke, stay being good and work hard to master your powers." "I will Unc

Two months after Tet, Harry has recovered and is ready to return to school. Today is the first day of school, Harry changes into new clothes that his mother bought him, carries a cute little school bag on his back, and leaves the house with his mother. Liam is waiting for them downstairs. Mother and daughter went straight to the car and headed to the Australian Duong Bilingual International Kindergarten. Since Harry was injured, teacher Truong has not seen him.

I pick up my belongings and head for the front doors of the school. "Well...well, if it isn't, Train Tracks in motion. Nice Harry Potter pencil case: what are you eleven? If you're looking for Platform Nine and three quarters...Don't bother; they don't accept muggles like you," Kelly smirks while twirling a strand of her curly brown locks in her hand. Alexa and Tia click their heels with impatience. "For someone who thinks I'm a nerd...you sure know a lot about Harry Potter, yourself there, Kelly."

I roared, "I already told you. She never left this kindergarten! Find her!" Rainbow Academy was a small private preschool with three two-story buildings. It had two small playgrounds, one in front and one in back, for the children to run around. On the day my daughter, Evelyn Baker, disappeared, I turned the place inside out and still found no trace of her. I asked the principal to retrieve the surveillance footage, and she said the cameras were out of order. I didn't believe in coincidences. I suspected the principal was involved. So, I snuck into the monitoring room and watched the tapes repeatedly until I was certain that Evelyn had never left the kindergarten. But where in the building c

“Mint chocolate is the bestest flavor. You should try it.” “Best, baby,” I gently corrected him as I stroked his hair. “And no, honey, but thanks for the offer.” In response, he just shrugged then smiled again before looping his hand in mine. Yesterday, Henry began kindergarten at his new school, and in contrast to my fears of him being saddened by the sudden change, he seemed to have loved it. He had chattered with excitement about everything that had happened. From how his teacher had given them animal cookies to them watching Barney and friends after drawing stick figures.