Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

Harry let out a disapproving grunt as he realized what she had chosen for him to wear. "This dress shirt doesn't fit me anymore, and I don't even know what it's doing in this bag. I must have a shirt lying around in there," Harry said as he reached for his bag. However, Marguerite stopped him and slapped his hand dryly. "When you say it doesn't fit you anymore, what does that mean, exactly?" Harry removed his cloak as well as the fitted compression top. Margaret opened her mouth for a moment at the sight of the young man's massive musculature. Then she immediately closed it again, wrinkling her nose.

Each member of the scald crow floated out the door and stopped suspended next to the spade hood. “Is this the witch the legend talked about?” Warren asked. “More like a minion, I think after a few thousand years of captivity a magical being would want to express its displeasure in a big way. You should've been there for the Morganna days, now there was a Seelie who knew how to make a statement,” Nostalgia owned Herne's voice. “The legend never mentioned minions.” “Most legends don't, or the creature saw the crew as victims of opportunity.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t know anything, but I’m still learning.” He reached up and flicked his ear with a smile. “Goblins don’t have pointed ears, we’re also normal-sized, just like you. House elves don’t even exist, so I’m guessing you’re thinking about those little critters from the wizard movies, what are they called?” “Harry Potter, and they were books first. Really good books, by the way, if you’re a reader.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. “Muffler breath? Read? Ha! That’s a good one!” Jade said as she set a drink down in front of him.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Skimming the woman in front of her which looked not more than 40 years, she wondered whether it was possible that they were the same person. "Yes, we are the same." Margo replied, already sensing when the redhead had connected the dots. "But...that is …. impossible…." Emma stammered, still looking at the woman in front of her. "The woman I had seen…." She was saying when Margo cut in. "...was aged." She finished. "Exactly. How come you're the same?" Emma asked "Well, that's one of the perks of being a witch." Margo replied, with a small smile.

Of course, with witchcraft. My mom let me live near her because I just wanted to spend more time with her. So, she visits me from time to time, and sometimes she cooks me some food, and then we'll talk about lots of things. I just love her so much. I never thought that it would be so amazing to be cared for by the person who gave birth to me. And she loves me too. And Marge now is going home to that huge tree- because it's a damn portal to the Northern Witches' dimension. Yeah, I have brought Marge to the palace and let her meet the queen, and they had a very long talk about witches and vampires.

Alicia was mazed. “Mother, what are you…” A stiff gush of wind charged through the windows, flapping the curtains every which way. Martha’s eyes glowed orange and a luminous ring appeared above her head. Alicia remembered the halo. It was the exact one she saw when they were back in the forest fighting the talking Vurhan, when the creepy figures emerged and healed it. It emanated the identical aura she felt that day. It was then that her suspicions were confirmed, the stranger was definitely a member of the Heads.

We arrive home from the supermarket where Amelia and I are ushered into the house, I was just out in a supermarket but he makes sure to keep me away from his neighbours, what is this guys deal? He instructs me to deal with Amelia while he deals with the shopping, as loud knocks from the front door causes him to freeze. My first thought was that it must be ink but than I remember, the note I left for the unsuspecting supermarket worker. Anthony seems to move me away from the view of the front door where I'm pushed into a corner, as the knocks on the door get louder.

“Wow. Just wow. Calm Alpha Jaron. Understanding Alpha Jaron. Are we in the same universe? Did someone hit him on the head?” I laughed quietly, covering my face with my hand. “Stop it.” “No because really,” she insisted, leaning forward again. “What happened? Did he eat a magical herb? Did a fairy bless him? Did he get possessed by a nice spirit?” I bit my lip, debating whether to say the rest, but Marga was already staring at me like she could read my mind. Marga narrowed her eyes even more, leaning in so close her nose almost touched mine. “Oh my god,” she whispered accusingly. “There’s more. Spill it.”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.