Harry Potter Marauders Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Havermouth, Present Time “We should make the trip to the MegaStore and get some sleep,” Harry’s werewolf, Jules, decided as the group shuffled back out of the narrow hallway and into the night. He ran his hands wearily through his hair, his eyes shadowed and tired.

Pain laced through Elior’s body as he forced himself upright. The burning sensation where the shadow had struck him lingered, an invisible scar seared into his very soul. His breath came in sharp gasps, his fingers clutching at the damp earth beneath him as he tried to steady himself. The forest was eerily silent now, save for the heavy breathing of his companions. Myrra’s golden magic flickered around her hands, a last lingering defense against whatever had just tried to claim him.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

I saw how the Fire Spirit slowly vanished into thin air and left a red shiny stone and a black cat. “All mages who has been chosen by the spirit, please stay in that area” the Exam Master pointed at the right of the small podium where they’re at. All five of us went there, half-running. I got to see the things and animals that was left by the spirits. I got a puppy and a bow. Esco got a gun and a bird. The water guy got a whip and a squirrel. The earth girl has a heavy flail and a fox and Aiden got a red stone, a long sword and a black cat. I got to see the cat up-close and its eyes are gold. “The Knights Leaders will now choose from the remaining mages that took the exam today” the three Kn

"Clever girl. But did you really think a hastily cast spell would hold against magic as old as mine?" “I do remember telling you if you came near me again, your wolf would get stripped from you, and it appears it's starting to take effect,” I said, turning my head to the side. Xavier's face contorted with a mixture of rage and something that looked suspiciously like fear. The other patrons in the coffee shop had gone completely silent, some pulling out their phones to record what was happening. I could feel Marcus tense beside me, ready to shift if necessary. "You little witch," Xavier snarled, his composure finally cracking. "Do you have any idea what you're playing with?"

The whispers of centuries past seemed to echo through the wind, and he knew that his quest to uncover the hidden truths of the stone of Utah had brought him to a pivotal moment. The stone, cloaked by powerful spells and protected by generations of witches, had remained concealed for hundreds of years. Its formidable power was rumored to be capable of unraveling the very fabric of existence, and for good reason—it was far too dangerous to be discovered by those who sought to misuse it. As Magnus prepared to cast the revealing spell, he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He had devoted his life to the pursuit of knowledge, and the stone of Utah held the promise of