Harry Potter Marge Novels & Stories

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

" Would you even be standing here if I had blown up the house?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug tugging at one side of his lips. " Yeah right, all thanks to Merlin who showed up to fix everything with just a simple magic trick," I playfully winked at him then moved my gaze to mom whose mouth was agape. " With the second help of my beloved friend, Harry Potter,”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

~ SIENNA ~ “What are you doing here?” Harry finally broke the silence. We all knew exactly who he was talking to. “I should be asking you that, Mr. Thimble. Did you both miss your way to your hotel?” Margo snapped back, standing from the couch, comfort show forgotten. I was first mortified at the name calling, then relieved when I realized Harry didn’t know the context of the name, Mr. Thimble. “I’m in my house, Margo. I can’t say the same for you.”

Margo has a nosebleed and is shoving tissue up her nose to staunch the bleeding. Holy shit! my mind is aching watching Margo move I notice she's in slow motion "You have to relax" a feminine voice says "Take a deep breath and relax!" I greedily suck in air not realizing I haven't inhaled since I stopped screaming. and the room instantly speeds back to normal. "What is going on here?" Margo looks up at me. "Child do you not remember what we were doing?" she runs to a book on the counter "I haven't made the potion in a while but I'm sure I got it right."

I had always thought of mages as quiet, studious types who locked themselves into towers and read incessantly between midnight walks through graveyards. “You don’t look like a mage,” I said, before thinking it through, and blushed immediately. “And what do mages look like?” he sent me a look over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Skinny and pale? You look more like a knight,” I decided. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he returned to his book. Over his shoulder, I could see the writing, but I could not read it. It was uncomfortable to look at it too long. The writing looked as if I should know what it said, and yet, my eyes could not make it out, and that contradiction made my eyes lose focus. “

“My name’s Margi.” We all introduced ourselves as we took a seat at the table. Margi didn’t seem too worried about having five strangers in her house, but then, she looked like she could beat the crap out of us with the kid in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. “My husband’s not here at the moment,” she told us, “but he should be back soon. I take it you’re not here for the rogue ogre.” We all looked confused. “What’s a rogue ogre?” I asked. “Don’t all ogres run around smashing things up and roaring for no reason?”

But I did and it was kinda embarrassing. “Mworago?”

“What kind of business can you even discuss with me about? You’re just someone’s live-in son-in-law, what sort of prerogative do you have?” Margie naturally had some information about Harvey, she could not hold in her curiosity. “Just some business about a short video,” Harvey said with a smile. Margie frowned in distaste. “I don’t need some business for any short video! Hurry up and go!” “Just finish watching the video first before you say anything.” Harvey chuckled and then threw the phone on the table. Margie instinctively stood up and picked up the phone. “What video?” When she finished watching the video, her face instantly turned as pale as a ghost.

"Welcome. Ignore Ingrid. She's had three coffees already and is vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear." Margarete leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a quiet smirk playing on her lips. She was the sarcastic one - sharp eyes, short dark hair, the kind of person who could cut you with one dry comment and then hand you a tissue if you cried. "Nice to finally meet the woman who puts up with Olga's chaos. We thought you were a myth, you know, part of her fairytale .... don't mind her, she believes in happy ever after and prince charming." I mentally took note.