Harry Potter Madame Maxime Novels & Stories

Emma gently patted her back, and Draco quickly came over. A maid brought a copper basin over, and the coughing finally subsided after a while. "I thought I might live a few more years," the Third Madam spoke between breaths, "But now, it seems there aren't many days left..." In her previous life, the Third Madam passed away after Draco went through an unexpected incident. Draco had been saved, but the Third Madam had unintentionally contracted an illness. Could nothing change? Emma held the Third Madam's hand tightly, wearing a comforting smile. "No, that's not true. You'll live to be a hundred years old."

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

We visited many shops as Max is obsessed with gothic clothes, I just bought one dress since I couldn't make any money, it's Spencer's money we are spending anyway. " Hungry? " Max asked when she caught me staring at a seafood restaurant. Before I answer, my stomach grumbled. " C'mon, We still have much money to spend. " I smiled looking at the lively city, I feel free outside the castle, I'm sick of the paranormal around me. " Wow " I heard a man's voice behind me and I turned to look at him. " That brown hair, are you Hazel? " I'm not sure how to answer that and where max went.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

At the heart of it all, in a pavilion, sat a fat man like a king on his throne, with Phoenix—also known as Maxine—in her wedding dress by his side. "My dear, let's toast to us," the lunatic raised his glass, grinning ear to ear. "Ugh, you make me sick!" Phoenix turned her head aside and shut her eyes tight. She had been trapped by the crazed fiend for what felt like an eternity, her every attempt to self-destruct thwarted by his strange magic that locked away her power at its source. "Do you really think your runaway hero will come back for you?" The Mad Demon sneered, his laughter dark as he downed his wine, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

’ She shrugged those thoughts off and smiled at Maxime. “Can I ask you a favor?” Alexa asked. “Anything for you, Young Lady,” Maxime smiled from ear to ear, eager to please. Maxime is a short lady, about 4ft and 9inches. Her chubby cheeks made her cuter. She’s not lean, but she’s not fat either. Wearing a maid’s uniform does not hide her curves. Instead, it shows them off, giving a view of her perfect symmetry. She’s bubbly, soft-spoken, helpful, and fun to work with. There’s never a dull moment when she’s at work.

I'm quite good as well It was quiet for a while till I decided to start up a conversation, even if it was a stupid one. Me: You know, thanks to you my dinner got burnt. Mall guy: Sorry baby girl. How about I buy you lunch when you're free?. 'Oh Gawd! He just asked me to go on a date with him' I thought half panicking, half excited. Me: Alright that's fine by me Mall guy: Cool. You know when u came in yesterday I knew you looked familiar. Then when you were gone, it hit me. You're that girl I see in posters that owns DCC.

Oswald asked, his voice soft with concern. Hazel’s eyes were wide, distant, as if she were staring at something beyond the walls of the room. "I—I saw something," she murmured, her voice shaky. "Maxine. She’s meeting someone. There’s dark magic... I can feel it." Her words were strained, as though they cost her more than she was willing to give. Darius stepped forward, concern flashing across his face. “Dark magic? Are you sure?”